The Cold Tongue. . .The cold tongue of rejection be my lover.The Cold Tongue. . .1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Loneliness, my unlit room of sanction--
Here I know her like sister or brother
And here, she comes to give me a sort of thanks. . .
A young sister so obedient to
Me; she lets me cradle her cooling corpse
When all else look away, there she is so
Terrifying in her summer's dress.
Cold eyes lock with mine as to subdue me.
She presses her cold bosom to my chest--
Loves me in the dark of my history
She entices me to her infant breasts
And alas when I try to pull away,
To her I find my way at the end of days.
I RememberI remember those blue-grey eyes that watched me with curiosityI Remember2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When life used to mean a little something more to her.
When living was more than just breathing in and out.
The darkness I drifted into, and the lights that faded away.
People in her life used to give her joy, now only give her pain.
I remember the first time I ever got high--
The new places that I was shown,
I felt exhilarated.
I could open my mind.
I finally felt free.
I remember that neighbor girl whom I adored so much.
The silky and sheen golden river that was her hair,
The sweet tintinnabulation that was her laughter.
That big, orange and white moving van that took her away.
I remember how it all went down.
I remember sitting next to another one—one who claimed more broken than me.
I can still see the blue of her eyes and the light brown shade of her hair.
I used to read her favorite book to her.
There was a certain ring to her voice when she would say she loved me.
I remember the day we decided to grow illegal p
Descent: Part I: The PinnacleThe descent began after the war. For both him and I. We didn't know it at the time, but with the twisted way that fate works, ho could we have, the way the world was then? The more I look back on it now, the more I wish we hadn't crossed paths; the more I wish eh would have left that abandoned child amongst the city rubble to die; to starve out on her own and become just another body lying amongst the cold, grey world. Instead, he took pity on this bawling child. And because of the way we met, I don't want to believe everything was the result of maligned stars. However, I don't believe that him coming to my aid in my dearest time of need was an act of gods (or any deity), either; merely a chance act, at most, if that.Descent: Part I: The Pinnacle1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the war, it was hard to believe there was anyone left at all. Thirty-eight days after I dug myself out of the wood, concrete, and ashen remains of a building that collapsed on top of me whe
Crimson PetalAs the last crimson petal reaches earthCrimson Petal1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chaos erupts into the world outside
And the last salvation is given birth
The child who's power doth reside;
who shall bear witness to the collapse,
Crimson child takes up arms in iron clasp
Discovering relentless worlds which turn
The moral man into heedless beast.
Forsake his life to become a god;
Or live as mortal man to free the chaste?
Break from condemnation, expose the fraud
O! Crimson Child who found thy release,
Guide their souls to bond, or lead our souls to peace. . .
There's A ReasonThere's A ReasonThere's A Reason4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a reason why I act the way I act; why I don't make as much eye contact,
There's a reason why I prefer the sanctity of my room; why I prefer being alone instead of with you,
There's a reason why I do what I do the way I do it; why I no longer give a shit,
There's a reason why I believe I have sunk so low; why I feel there's no place left to go,
There's a reason,
There's a reason,
There's a reason.
"Why don't you invite me over anymore?"
There's a reason.
"Why don't we hang out?"
There's a reason.
"Aren't I your lover?"
"Aren't I your sister?"
You are my betrayer.
You are my sanction.
You are my anger.
You are my religion.
"Why do you despise me so?"
Because you remain my only hope.
The Girl“Once you learn to fly, the birds lose their mysticism; at least, that’s what they say. But what about those amongst us who never learn to fly; who should never graze the sun, but instead are damned to crawl the muck of the earth? Those of us who can fly are few; those of us who can walk the valley and return unscathed more common. But those of us who walk the dark alone and plummet through to the abyss; who truly know The Depths. . . we are just as rare as those who rise and plummet above us, but much more common than one would ever expect. We plummet and plummet, doomed to never see a ray of light or hope again; never had, perhaps, and any chance there once was, was obliterated as we braced ourselves for the ground when we tripped one night, but those outstretched hands never touched the ground—“The Girl10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mother couldn’t continue reading. She knew that her child was having some sort of issues, but she had never thought that she would
To Sparky Dear Sparky,To Sparky7 months ago in Letters More Like This
So the question herin, I suppose lies; "Why did I ask to listen to your heart?" I
don't suppose there's an easy answer to that question, no matter how trivial a
question it seems in my head. Hell, I'm not even sure where to start on answering
it. I guess I could say that the most basic answer to that is that on the
simplest level, I'm still lonely. I miss the feel of someone beside me; someone in
my arms; someone who doesn't think that the things I do are because I'm weird, but
instead actually appreciates me and likes me for whatever trivial things in which
they find interest in me. Before, when Alex used to come over, I think (s)he
understood, even though (s)he's fairly innocent to the "adult" world and all the
weird and gross feelings that come with it. (S)he never pulled away or moved when
we sat together and I would put my arm around h(er/is) shoulders and nudge h(er/im)
closer when my arm was around h(er
AshThe air sighed deep, heavy, billowy, almost depressed sighs. Everywhere, everything was coated in fine chalky ask, like layers of dust that had gathered over the earth. Some even hung in the air, seeming to hang in some sort of Limbo, suspended in time… It had almost seemed like the day the world ended, time just…stood still…Ash3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the midst of it all, somewhere, two people dragged their feet through it, kicking up more fine ash into a hazy limbo. They both wore heavy boots, thick coats, and something wrapped doubly thick over their faces, so as to provide some means of ventilation from the fine ash, and close-fitting sunglasses, more for keeping ash out of their eyes than sunlight.
The man was tall and his coat made him look very large. He walked to the right of the girl. She was significantly smaller than the man. In addition to her heavy coat and sunglasses, she had a very worn beanie snug over her head. All colour from the