Death's Garden (A Short Story)The midday sun hung like a single flaming eye in the burning azure sky. My rough-spun robes of coarse hessian trailed lazily in the dusty sands. I had been walking for hours, and even the sap in my gnarled walking staff seemed to boil in this inhospitable terrain. I paused and sat carefully upon an ancient weather-whipped rock. Every bone in my worn-out body ached and throbbed. I reached for a battered old flask, uncorked the stopper and tipped the contents down my parched throat - nothing. It was empty. Sighing, I slowly stood upward again; sinews and joints groaning and creaking noisy protestations. Lately I was beginning to feel the weight of my years pushing down heavily upon my spin like a mounting load of bricks. Every time I made this journey, I though it would be my last. Perhaps today I was right.
I scanned the horizon. The cottage should be here. Despair, fear and loneliness curdled in my stomach. I was lost. I gazed to the South, as the heat wavered and flickered, swimming q
Her Name Was ChastityHer name was Chastity, which was funny because she was anything but chaste. She loved to fuck, and by the time I met her she'd done it plenty of times. Far more than I had, and that's saying something.Her Name Was Chastity3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose most guys would have been worried getting involved with a girl like her, but I wasn't. Just the opposite. I loved that she wasn't ashamed to admit she enjoyed sex, that she had it as often as she wanted and didn't let petty words like "slut" define her.
And I loved her name—the irony of it, the way it sounded, the way it tasted in my mouth. Despite its meaning, "chastity" has got to be one of the most erotic words ever invented. It made me want to fuck her even more. Every time I said it—every time I thought it—the air around me would humidify and I would look at her and see an innocent child, pure and untouched, and I would want to deflower her all over again.
I told her this once, and she laughed and said, "Oh, Christian… how un-Christian of yo
The PassingI hear Bells cryingThe Passing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my head,
I hear Bells knell
For those passed.
The thrum goes on
For those left behind.
How often do you
Take the time to listen?
How often do you
Soak up that second to see?
This melody called life
Can you taste it? Hear it?
Spices enter your lungs,
Close your eyes.
The ocean envelops your ears.
You only have so long,
Do you spare time to listen?
Do you bring yourself to see?
The thrum goes on,
For those left behind.
A Byron AdviceFaireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shineA Byron Advice3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine
Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves
As you watch the shores of life pass by
Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited
The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited
Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark
contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark
Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden,
For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and
farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above
Knoweth that our punishment... is our love...
Faireth thine journey well, both of ye...
And press forth forward, with warmth and glee
For there is not a moment's notice, before the shores of the sea
Alas, set aft, and are as damned as life can be...
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleepNightmares3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can't bare to close my eyes
I can't stand what's inside my head
Be it made of truth or lies
'Cause when I fall asleep
The nightmares take place
The worst things I can imagine
Scarier than any screaming face
In my dreams
I see you there
But you're hurting me on purpose
And you don't seem to care
I see you with other girls
And you look so happy
And I'm stood there screaming
Telling you it should be me
But you're not listening
You're too busy having fun
I can't get away from what I'm seeing
No matter how much I try to run
I'm seeing you with girlfriends
I've never even heard of
Telling them they're beautiful
As I start to sob
Then I wake up in the dark
And I'm lying here alone
With no one here to comfort me
Just me on my own
You may think the worst part is over
But it's only just begun
'Cause when I go back to sleep
I know I'll have another one
Nightmares that leave me crying
When I wake up in bed
Wishing every night
That they would stay out my head
But I kno
No one writes love letters anymoreLetters written with reckless abandonNo one writes love letters anymore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ink on paper with irrevocable passion
Words and scented paper
in an envelope, in your hands.
a special surprise, meant for your eyes
Stained with tears and so much want
Forever to be treasured and fade with age
Torn up in heated moments, clasped in desperate times
This is no more
What is this?
Love is a notification
A ringtone, something that needs usernames
a password, but not breathed secretly on lips.
Love is a status
on your wall
Will they ''like'' it
retweet, bbm, direct message
This intense romance
Nothing will stop this love
except perhaps a bad internet connection
Can be disconnected with a rooter
What is the emoticon for undying love?
Our love is in the recycling bin.
You Are Not AloneYou are not aloneYou Are Not Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you struggling,
You have no motivation, you are fading,
You feel like you're surrounded by lies,
But I know otherwise,
I need you to think,
Let all your feelings out with ink,
I can really help you,
If you just give me the chance to,
I'm here for you and I shall always be,
You can trust me,
You can't keep on doing this to yourself,
I can't even bare the thought of being by myself,
You are beautiful, you are you,
And I love you,
So please, please don't feel bad,
You're only making me sad,
You are my friend,
And you will be until the very end,
Please feel better,
I'll be here forever.
DODGE AND REDEFINEi.DODGE AND REDEFINE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As far as stars go
in the vicinities that
I dodge and redefine
every corner they attempt to
wrap around my routine in
smug attempts to align me
with their elastic grope
like a severed head in a slingshot
What I can't dodge
for the life of me
are the mindless clutches of
the limbs scattered sacrificially
in my name
in this die-deprived
Game of Life
I don't want to play
I don't want to be
the cause of
the shortage of
snatched from the line
they need to track
their mortal resources
I reckon the hormonal
mouths of their ambition
wowed and fluttered
inked reminders of the one
who ghostwrote this script
Attention human words
Have fun inside the fanzine
I cleverly remodeled
in the image of a book of maps
And don't pretend to not believe
in the pixellated possibility of
finding yourself locked
in a character
beneath the craggy thumbnail
still attached to the holder
of my different world's eye
The Seraphim of Cobwebbed HallsSilently I heard her whispering,The Seraphim of Cobwebbed Halls3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pallid ivory lips soft lisping,
Paper drifting slowly shifting,
from the bedroom's mildewed walls.
In these halls stirs vaguest chanting,
whippoorwills their cries decanting;
psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.
Huddled forms sprawl stealthily creeping,
countless spiders surging sweeping,
toward the bed where she lies sleeping,
the maiden of these mildewed walls.
Trapped within that pall's mass trembling,
writhes the one I stayed here tending,
all those bleak nights never-ending,
within these wretched mildewed walls.
Blasphemous birds fall shrieking mocking,
through the window thickly flocking,
to snatch the soul of that thing rotting,
my sweet seraphim of cobwebbed halls.
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
Hearts dislike love"You don't regret the things you didHearts dislike love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the things you didn't do,"
Or so they say but I disagree,
For there is much I would undo.
A thousand regrets I've had in love,
A thousand more in life.
A thousand wasted, crumpled pens,
Uncapped, abandoned flight.
If only butterflies would form cocoons
To snuggle in its depths,
So out may crawl a lovely worm,
Made of living, limping wax.
I think, you think, we think "What if?"
Until it sizzles through our flesh,
I think, you think, we think "Should have-"
Till our lies are all undressed.
A thousand mistakes I've longed to change,
With a click, a stop - rewind.
If only hands could touch the soul -
But wait, you have touched mine.
A thousand recycled, duct taped ribs,
To hold my trembling heart.
A thousand birds from me to you,
From you to me - an arc.
"You don't regret the things you did
But the things you didn't do."
A thousand regrets I've had in life,
But I will never regret you.
MistakesIf every mistake I ever madeMistakes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.
Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.
Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.
Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.
For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.
My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.
A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.
My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
tainting once pure flesh.
Blunders of thoughts,
guilt as endless as the sky,
never ending weight of it.
are meant to be just that
Though they haunt my thoughts everyday
I can't help but hope that one day
they will be scars instead of thoughts
so everyone else will know
they thoughts that haunt me everyday.
VictimMenacing eyes,Victim3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of them aimed directly at me.
I roam the corridors all alone,
Dragging my head towards the tiled floor,
Not daring to lift my head up,
In fear that I may be mocked once again.
Why am I doing this to myself?
I look in mirror with disgust,
Wondering why I was created this way,
I can't keep lying to myself,
Can't keep saying I love my life when I don't.
The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,The Possession3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.
At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.
At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he stops to maul my soul.
He just laughs at me with his salacious snare,
But I cannot breach his reason breaking risk's rule.
A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn togetherA Carnival Delight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,Symbiosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
Her eyesIn the flame of the last candleHer eyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Floats an air I can't explain,
A dark mood I cannot handle
In the house of miss Lorraine.
In this room with shady lighting,
I look rigidly around,
Hoping nothing uninviting
Would approach without a sound.
Maddened by this constant dread,
That has crept into my soul,
I have not escaped, instead
I have lost all self control.
I cringe as the wait grows longer
For I start feeling a stare
That, in time, was getting stronger
With the smell of this thick air.
But the waiting was in vain
For I knew that it was hiding
And I tried remaining sane
As my nerve started subsiding.
Soon, the candle lost it's vigor
And the flame was barely burning
But I felt her eyes get bigger
As she gave into the yearning.
I don't wish to say goodbye
And accept such a demise
But no matter how I try
I cannot escape her eyes.
Ophelia's MarchShe stands tallOphelia's March3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes
Of her all
A child in a misshapen form.
Spectres of memory
Cloud her countenance
Her eyes, bright and keen.
Scanning the horizon
She traces the unchartered peaks with her tongue
Delighting in the worn roughness
Of cracked enamel
And the taste of metal.
She is far
From her bloody body
Scarlet marring translucent white.
She takes a small, teetering
Finding her new feet
Feeling the comforting crunch
Of Bone and sand and dust
Road of a WandererA wanderer knows no company.Road of a Wanderer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He knows he is too different from other people.
Too much to be able to find a clear place to fit it.
He never allows anyone to accept him.
He never lets anyone in.
He wears the mask he forged for himself.
He migrates, never staying in one place for too long.
He keeps moving forward because whenever he stops, he looks back.
And all he sees is the darkness of his past.
In that darkness exists a shadow.
A shadow of regret.
A shadow he cannot accept.
A shadow that slowly follows along behind him.
He moves forward not because he wants to.
He moves forward because he has to.
He fears that shadow he cannot accept.
He fears it will finally catch up to him.
He fears what will then come next.
From time to time he stops to catch his breath.
He takes a look around, only to see no one left ,right or ahead.
He takes another look back.
Once again the shadow is there.
Slowly catching up.
He stares at it for a moment.
At times like this he cannot help but think it is a mirr
Things Like FearIt could be snakesThings Like Fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I imagine you
like a fly would
imagine my hand.
Maybe cornered at
a red light
or caught standing
in the supermarket.
I will have no answer
to your force-
just these tattered clothes,
and my emptied
book of words.
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying starsWishmaster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
Etorphineyou have a quiet frame of mind. the pulse of your heart beating in your chest at night feels tranquil, safe. your aura is glowing in a serene light, like an apocalypse sitting still. those fragments of your thoughts are floating in my dimly lit bedroom so peacefully, like they couldn't ever be shattered. i think you have a forgotten soul. i'm sure you can feel the wind when it's not there. I have spent hours playing the piano with naked fingers but i can't compose a song of you. your music must be celebrated in silence. today i woke up hoping that you and i would sit by the river, talking without speaking, until it stops flowing. those freckles on your cheeks are a tiny solar system i would dare to explore without any oxygen. inside that solar system i took a glimpse of the end of my tunnel.Etorphine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the wind in your ear whispers my namehaving not yet touched, i miss your skin;and the wind in your ear whispers my name3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
having never held you, i miss your warmth.
and it's as if-
pieces of myself have gone and committed a massacre in the winds
and floated all the way to georgia just to be with you;
except, the only killing that's happened is what's left inside me
and i won't be one with rebel leavings of myself again.
the flecks in my eyes are evidence of the parts that absconded
with fragments of my heart just to see you.
once in a while, they transmit messages to my brain to let me know they've found you
just as if they mean to say, "hello, we don't miss you, we've found our way home
without you," and my heart will skip a beat in agreement as it sings through my veins
"we've reached paradise. we'll see you soon."
once we've touched i'll never be the same
your magnet fingers will retrieve what's left of me
and we will be one.
remunerationthere were dreams of abasement, tearing up at the thought ofremuneration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the noxious corners of your eyes. i saw them at a glance and fell
headfirst in the Styx, catching billowing waves of uncertainty and
heartache. they crashed with a decade-begrudged mind that was far
from healing -- far from me.
and though the fall was abrasive and the
waves, their own harangue, their heartache
and toxins faded & found graphite talismans
engraved in a red wrist warmer.
the ground that my blood decorated, with a history of broken bone
marrows now showed how unnecessary a transplant would've been
for an ache to heal another. though the grass felt soft on the
blade wounds it gave me on my blue cheeks, those thoughts in my
head were far from placid.
i wanted nothing to do with the frightful sounds
of deranged grand staffs singing songs of the
banshee descent. and more so, i wanted nothing to