Evolving"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.
The cold air felt good once he stood outside but he had no idea where he was or how he got there. He had no memory of coming here. He frantically scratched at his chest, over his legs, and arms, those blasted scales itched like hell. He could feel them as if they were alive. They were still moving, morphing. What was happening to him?
He caught s
The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most3 years ago in Writing More Like This
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked. Lost in his fears, he never noticed the black, windowless van pull up next to him until he heard the van door slide back violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled him out of the grey London mist into darkness.
He awoke with a headache, disoriented. His eyes would not focus and he began to panic, his heart pounding in his ch
A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."A Shower and a Change3 years ago in Writing More Like This
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint scent of metal. Like a cup full of coins. Or a bloodied nose.
"Shit!" A stream of blood ran down his nostrils, over his lip and down his chin. Paul dropped the trousers to the bathroom floor and watched the b
Skin Glowing From WithinLysanna felt a sudden change in her breathing, and knew than that something had happened to her Progeny. Though the organism was still very small, she shared a psychic link with it that would remain as it transferred from host to host. When the growth cycle was complete, the bond she had with the tiny bit of life would be severed as it emerged from the host with its own consciousness.Skin Glowing From Within3 years ago in Writing More Like This
She looked in the mirror at her gaunt face, the colors of her life force faded and barely moving under the surface of her tightly stretched, translucent skin. Her time in this world was diminishing and with every dying moment she hoped that her progeny would take hold in it's new host. She had tried transferring her progeny to the humans many times before, and felt the twinge of pain as it was violently rejected, leaving the host in throes of agony as it expelled the last bits of the strange organism. But this time, she was hopeful, for the progeny had thrived longer in t
Dracula's BrideShe trembledDracula's Bride5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how pale and pleading
her blue eyes as she watched
from behind her veil of fright,
and yet, within, her heart beat
faster for the desire of the cold touch
of his fingers against her supple fair flesh.
She was captivated
and yet imprisoned,
like a gravitational pull
drawn by indivisible force
towards him, always propelled,
and still it seemed repulsed,
a rabbit within a snare
panic infused wanting to flee,
but yielding to the ruby red
of his lips.
that world of warmth
and life, of which she walked away,
and ever knowing
that death forever was calling her name,
she fears him and will always ask
what fated her to choose him,
when he smiles she shivers
from the inside vibrating out along
her spine, and when he touches her
she melts into his embrace
hypnotized she will take his hand,
willingly, thrillingly, deliriously
she follows into his afterlife
and her heart bleeds
into his darkness.
Drawn Together"a fit! A seizure! There must be some kind of police report!"Drawn Together3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Sir, any such information would be confidential. But there has been no report of anyone having a 'fit' or 'seizure' this morning. Now, please step aside!"
"No, no. I'm sorry." Paul backed away, suddenly aware that the queue behind him was becoming a small, angry crowd. A policeman stood nearby, radio held to his lips. Someone coughed, "Nutter," as he staggered away from the kiosk and up towards the London streets.
He scanned the crowd surging into the station, hoping to see the shock of red hair and the deep brown of the jacket. A hand gripped his left forearm.
"Is he here? Did you find him?" A man, maybe fifty, stared at Paul with pleading, mud-colored eyes. The close-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair and hangdog features sparked Paul's memory: it was the man with the belt. The wo
The Space Between Your ArmsI want to become lostThe Space Between Your Arms9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
within that space between your arms,
where your heart sings me a song
in the language of the stars,
and the warmth of you
circles around me, seeping down
into my very bones.
I can close my eyes,
just breathe in the scent of you
and know that caught between
the asurety of your embrace,
solidness of your body
I can let go of everything.
You become my shield
from the world,
this will be my paradise,
my here and forever,
I would just sink down
farther into you.
Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep3 years ago in Writing More Like This
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered
My Last WordsI venture forthMy Last Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the next life
bound no more to this body
I bid thee to grieve not
nor shed tears of sorrow & remorse
For where the wind blows
I will be present
Where the rain falls
I will be there
From the Earth I came
to the Earth I shall return.
Live! Love! Be Content!
Demon InsideWill you love the demonDemon Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside me? I know there is a darkness
in my soul that sinks down into the abyss,
and my heart beats callously.
I cannot pretend to be an angel,
I don't aspire for Sainthood,
I never have presumed that I was good,
and never sought to be better than this.
Will you tremble at the sight of me?
Revile within the truth of me,
do I repulse you so?
Or might you glimpse something
beyond all the insanity,
can you see past the nightmares
of my dreams?
Understand I am not seeking
to be saved, I don't want to be led
astray from my twisted path.
Don't come to me if you believe
you can purify my soul,
but I want your willingness
to dare to enter the labyrinth with me.
We could learn to destroy each
other beautifully, we will not live
in petty lies, and falsetto hopes.
Our lives may derail in time,
but they will be entirely ours,
the wreckage of truth which
refuses to be denied.
Do you have enough
faith in yourself to risk
all your safety ground,
for the perilous position
Dreaming Razor BladesI watch my vein pulsingDreaming Razor Blades8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the surface of my skin
and I marvel at how easy
it would be to excavate,
let it bloom into a fount of blood.
Sink my teeth in,
become my own vampire
with no master but the one
we all answer in the end.
Feel your name vibrate
down the back of my throat
with every racing beat of my heart,
until I begin to lose focus
and my head starts to spin
widdershins of the dervish in my mind.
Soon a hush will fall,
all will grow calm,
blackness a warm embrace
and I promise to die
with your name in my final breath
though you will never know why.
Sleep Forever MoreDeath awaited upon her lipsSleep Forever More6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stolen with a kiss,
as red bloomed upon her cheek
for the fire that burned inside,
But her eyes were winter eyes,
brittle, yet hardened with the cold,
they pierced the flesh in a look
which brokered no compromise.
Her skin as white as the pale snow,
so easy to bruise
beneath the least indents left behind,
but she laughed beneath the grave
of leaves, which decayed
around her body.
Fingers rose like shallow roots
to devour precious nutrients
just along the surface of the flesh,
they burrowed in and drank dry
the host like a parasite,
But her smile was a beguile
for it borrowed from the spring,
there was sweetness in her scent
like the air after rain.
She could be in dreams
the beauty fallen from grace,
the damsel in distress,
and sleep forever more
when caught in her embrace
with twining arms of decadence.
Becoming Your GoddessYou have sculptor's handsBecoming Your Goddess1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my flesh becomes the clay
within your touch, as you
shape my Willendorf curves
I become your Venus.
Hold me now like your
Persephone, who wavers
upon the precipice of this life
and the netherworld, on the verge,
of being ripped away into
eternities of darkness.
Your fingers flirt with harp strings
like sweet Orpheus, speaking
the secret language of my heart,
and I know you would play
the hymns to sing me back
into your arms.
A Pagan Love SongBeneath the mists of a moonlit nightA Pagan Love Song4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
upon the wind your voice calls my name
through a fog of dreams I came,
into the Winter's distant shore beside your firelight,
through Autumn's red-orange, your eyes aglow,
by moon tide boundless the ocean's song
with ancient rhythms which carry us along,
the Great Rite begun, as one our bodies flow,
within another world I see you face,
in sorrow and joy entwined we remain
wandering lost in timeless space,
with a memory like falling drops of rain,
so here in a world forgot shall we stay
and amid the ruins we will greet the day.
SinSensuous dark eyes ariseSin4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
silently through midnight veils,
sumptuously emerging to full height,
silver-tongued laughter stimulating
shudders down the spine, like finger caresses,
sky clad nymphs basking beneath his gaze within
shimmering pools of light casting serpentine shadows.
Winter RitesThe winter windWinter Rites3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
chills my skin
it is a memory
of your eyes
piercing to the bone
like a hawk in flight.
I would cross
the barren snow
to find my way
to you if you
would wait for me,
away within the mist.
A phantom of love
but on the darkest
night your hands,
the words like air
woven into my hair,
are my warmth
keeping me alive.
In the howling
of the blizzard
faintly I hear
the dirge of Pan's death,
with our love alone
we could breathe
into the Old Goat
We shall make him
an altar of stone
and yew, I shall
carry his statue
of clay within it
the secrets of
enough to keep you
an ever present
ghost upon my
Queen of the UnderworldWelcome to my worldQueen of the Underworld1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is no turning back,
the door as closed behind,
and the key is lost in the ether,
take my hand and come with me,
it won't help you to fight,
there is no resistance,
you belong to me,
you should know you are
there can be no escape,
but there is no need to suffer
if you will see me for who I am,
please don't mind my wall
of those poor screaming souls,
they never could accept
that now they must serve me,
and life have long left them devoid,
but there is no need for cruelty
if you will understand
that this is now your home,
just let go of everything
you used to know
and give yourself to me.
ChastityThe years erode awayChastity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while she remains
imprisoned within her self-
imposed towers, alone,
She may well be a statue
blown from glass for her
fragility, she may shatter
at any moment, a sacrifice
made to touch something
close to perfection.
Barely a thing of flesh
and blood, a withering
Shallot watching life
through shuttered windows.
But even that cursed
maiden was willing to give
it all for one burst of
While her counter-part
like a reflection still trapped
behind the mirror, clings
to a soul sucking purity.
Yet she can never die
because she hasn't
even begun to live.
A Man Reborn"Go."A Man Reborn3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughed back the bits of dust and plaster. "Paul," she breathed, wincing at the mass of flesh Tal'shen had left in her wake. She went to him, gasping at his flayed carcass, nothing more than quivering bits of meat and bone. She closed her eyes. One chance.
I Crave YouI crave for youI Crave You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with heated breath
thoughts of you
tumble in my head.
You taunt me so
leaving me wanting
begging with need
while you keep
Just out of reach
all I want is to dig
my nails in and
drag you into me.
I spend while every
nerve beneath my
skin is alive in
awareness of you.
You keep me waiting
dripping in anticipation
uncontained and ready
to throw myself
full force onto you.
The Language of PainI know the secret language of pain,The Language of Pain9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it doesn't require an audience,
it need not be seen, placed upon show,
a public airing of grievances.
It is an act of intimacy between the self,
and need not leave lasting marks
to prove its existence, it is a whisper
and a scream.
Counting heartbeats against my teeth,
imprints left upon yielding flesh,
how deep can it go before
it is too deep to come back from?
It exhilarates to push the limits
of self-control and what one body
can withstand, this is how I quiet
I like to peel away the layers
of dead skin find the rawness
underneath, it seems so pure and clean.
I shudder at its sudden, exposed
vulnerability, which appears as something
so strange and foreign from me,
I wish to cover it on scars and corruption
and watch it fall away.
Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: BrethrenMaya wore confusion on her face.Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: Brethren3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul had always been short with words; this time would be no different.
"I know everything now."
Maya watched as he floated upwards through the hole in the ceiling.
There was no time to tell her what he had seen. What it was like to die while psychically connected to another being and how, in that moment, the mind-soul rides that tether like a roller coaster searching for the end of the track. That he rode that tether through the mind of Tal'shen and then into its mother, witnessing their lives, truths and stories.
No time to explain that he knew her race, perhaps better than her. That for millennia these stained glass people worshiped science as humans worshiped gods, and evolved a culture of unraveling the complex mysteries of the mathematical universe. They were a race that evolved exponentially because each was dedicated to self-improvement. He saw that, over time, there was a great shift - physical and mental - and an age came to pass when their mi
Odyssey II Chp VI: Something Worse than NobodyPart of his foremost tentacle spun across the room, followed by a trail of shimmering black ichor. Maya’s blade brought a paradox to his senses. His injured limb accepted the cold steel. It felt right when she cut him, as if his flesh knew it was being purified. At the same time, pain screamed through him, reeling from the touch of the metal, causing what remained of the tentacle to spasm.Odyssey II Chp VI: Something Worse than Nobody3 years ago in Writing More Like This
A seizure. The memory of the subway surfaced, and for a moment he wasn’t in the room anymore. He clung to those little flashes of memory, grasped at every word he remembered in order to keep his mind working, to keep himself. The creature sharing his body struggled to escape the pain, to fight back, but not while he still held some control. He felt a tingling pressure reverberating through him. The bones of his mouth cracked and split, his teeth melting away and forming a hard cephalopod beak.
Maya. Could she carve him free? The creature within him pulsed and her face vanished from his me
I Watch The World BurnI watched the world go up in flamesI Watch The World Burn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I could only laugh
even as my skin disintegrated into ash
I could only dance.
It was in my eyes all the time
but only now that it is too late
you want to fall on your knees and cry
asking pitifully why?
I will make my bed among the bones
until the very last breath
staring into the bold blazing sky
with one last good-bye.
But you still think you can pick the pieces up
and set things right
yet the time for that has long passed
so we are all in Hell together at last.
And when you ask for God's forgiveness
I sigh at your ignorance
for the gods had nothing to do with it
I stare into your disbelieving eyes
and proclaim my humble sons and daughters
this work was all your own invention.
The ForgottenWe are the forgotten onesThe Forgotten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left within the shadows,
at rare moments you get an inkling
of our presence,
when you think you are alone
and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end,
you turn around only to find nothing,
awakening in the night unnerved,
believing someone was standing beside you
watching you breathe.
Even so you try to deny us,
to push us away like bad memories,
we are unwanted,
but the darkness is ours,
static on your arms as we brush against you,
sometimes in nightmares we come.
In the light of day it all seems fine,
and you attend to your lives
which are refused to us,
but there are always hidden places,
where we lurk, and we know
all your little secrets,
we are your sins and your regrets,
as unwanted children.
You create us but cannot destroy us,
and you will never be free from us,
though you neglect to nourish us,
thinking you can step right over us,
like the starved in the streets,
we are there while you sleep,
and we crawl within the walls,
we are here, we will