The Dearest Dark ThingsThe pulsing pound within my head
The monsters underneath my bed
And all the things I never said
They leave me all alone
The whispers near me in the night
They're always wrong and never right
I note that they don't come with light
They never leave my side
Contradictions that I speak
As slowly my heart grows so weak
And my veins all bleed death's reek
Trust me I know nothing
Quiet now, they tie me down
In a pure white flowing gown
And on my head place bloodied crown
Yes I am their queen
I can't tell the things apart
The things that are real or in my heart
Because the world is all just gruesome art
Look at my lovely dark things
They follow closer, at my heel
And before me, used to kneel
And still do if I keep the deal
But blood is deadly poison
Away we go, away we slam
Another deed for us to damn
Another slaughtered bloody lamb
The dark things, no listen to-
To late, to late
We'll never stop at this rate
Not until our marked death date
What's happening to me, why can't I move
I try to bac
I am the MythRip out my heart, tear it to shreds,I am the Myth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was never mine to begin with.
Your love was bitter killing meds,
But I can't complain- I'm a myth.
Kill me, simply, beautifully, please,
It's all I've ever needed from you.
Now I'm down begging on knees,
I'm over. I'm done. I'm through.
SometimesSometimes I just lie thereSometimes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
curled up in a ball
Sometimes I just cry there
tears that tell of all
Sometimes I will scream at night
Sometimes I will try to fight
Sometimes I just hold on
to what might be my heart
Sometimes I just fold in
to this bloody art
Sometimes I will feel the pain
Sometimes I'm just numb again
Sometimes I just sit there
staring into space
Sometimes I just hit here
to feel the pain I face
Sometimes I will look my part
Sometimes I'm masked to hide my heart
Sometimes I just sing
a horrid chilling song
Sometimes I just fling
my tired life along
And sometimes in the dead of night
when the shadows move with life
I'll lay and tremble in dead fright
as I stare at the deadly knife
And think that I could end my blight
Sometimes I will prick the skin
but then put the knife back
Because deep down and within
it's the courage that I lack
So please excuse my madness
and excuse my horrid mess
But sometimes I am myself
And that person holds no wealth
Sometimes I am happy
but most o
So I Have HeardThere is a place in this world, I have heardSo I Have Heard3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where they say it's free, like wind and the bird
There is a place in this life, so I've been told
Where dreams are kept, and never are they sold
There is a place this heart, so it seems
Where it matters not what the shadow screams
There is a place in this mind I hear tell
Where the nightmares are no longer a living hell
There it a part of this universe, this I know
Where the people's hearts are as clean as snow.
The Tapping Next DoorFor most of my life I had lived in the same apartment. It was on the third floor and overlooked the busy city. It was also directly next to another apartment, which means you could hear everything going on behind the right-hand side bedroom wall.The Tapping Next Door3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would occasionally hear faint noises coming from behind the wall. There would be scraping, which I assumed was the sound of a chair being pulled along a wooden floor. Sometimes voices could be heard. I guessed they were either from the residents living there or from a TV or radio. And then there was the banging.
The banging was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happened it really annoyed me. Why wouldn't it? It always seemed to happen when I was trying to sleep and considering my bed was right against the wall where it was loudest, I was usually awoken by it.
It was loud and frantic usually, like someone trying to get attention. I always thought it was a young child doing its best to piss off its parents, but I was never sure. Mostly becaus
The Black PondI remember the day we first arrived in our new home clearly. My father parked the car before the house, his gruff voice announcing our arrival. I was in the back seat, my sketch book open in my lap as I drew whatever came to mind. My younger brother Ben crawled right across my lap and pressed his face to the car window, looking out at our new home with awe. Irritated that he'd interrupted my drawing, I snapped the book shut and got out of the car, slamming the door in his face with no remorse.The Black Pond4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was scolded for my behaviour, but being sixteen years old, I didn't really care.
The house was old and worn, in dire need of repairs that my father promised to take care of. A double story building with a dark red, slanted roof and grey walls. My mother said it looked like an old Victorian mansion, especially since it was surrounded by a forest. I thought it looked like a rancid old mansion one would expect to find in a horror story, and yet somehow this observation drew me to it and I began to
*CreepyPasta*: Water PuppetSome people call me a hero. I can't disagree with them, because it's actually kind of true. Believe it or not, I've saved a drowning man, pulled a girl from a burning building, and I even saved a dog from being swept away by a nasty flood. My friends thought I was crazy, but I thought I was just exercising my humanity. That, and I was kind of an adrenaline junkie. It was my guilty pleasure. I've been sky diving and bungee jumping on more than one occasion. I've jumped off the ledge of a huge water fall hoping that I didn't hit shallow water. I've got a couple of scars to show for my endeavors. I don't really do the adventurous things that I used to anymore. Not after what happened.*CreepyPasta*: Water Puppet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About seven years ago, me and a couple of friends were just heading out from a New Years party. It was freezing outside, and we had to walk six blocks to get back to our dorms. We all started walking, dreading the next twenty minutes or so of minus twenty degree weather.
"Hey, w - wait a minute," Jarro
Sickly SweetI could remember moving into this neighbourhood like it was just yesterday. Actually, when I think about it, it wasn't that long ago. Must've been about seven months ago when I first arrived. It seemed perfectly normal. I had friendly neighbours, a nice house and a fairly decent job at the gas station in the nearby town.Sickly Sweet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although all of my neighbours seemed cheerful and friendly, there was one specifically who seemed kinder than all of them. Her name was Amanda Robinson, and she lived in the house opposite mine.
She looked about twenty, the same age as me. Her long hair was a light brown colour, just like mine, and her eyes were a moss green, also like mine. We both had fair skin, although hers was slightly paler. A warm smile was always present on her face and for some reason, she always had a few peppermint sweets in her jeans pocket.
I remember first meeting her on the day I moved in. She offered me a peppermint and I gladly accepted. I noticed she didn't eat one herself, but though
HeartbeatsTo the sound of a thousand heartbeats fading away.Heartbeats3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of our cries as we go through another day.
All that was and all we've become.
As hearts slowly become numb.
Here for now but around not for sure.
There's only so much pain that one can endure.
Flying fast, feet never touching the ground.
As away we all slave, as away the hammers will pound.
Running fast from a danger unseen.
Never wanting a shoulder on which to lean.
Holding fast to the hate in my heart.
Learning to push aside love has become an art.
I pant and heave as my breath is stolen away.
Hoping inside I'll live to fight for another day.
Can not know, no, never am I sure.
On and on the torute you spur.
Stealing my soul, my heart, and my head.
And I don't know who I am as I fall into bed.
Where have I gone and what am I now?
I've gotten somewhere but I still don't really know how.
Can a pulse beat at the speed of light?
Is it too late for me to take flight?
To the sound of one heartbeat fading away.
I'll stop my fight a
You Have A BuddyYour shadow,You Have A Buddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is always with you,
As long as you’re in the sun,
Everyone else may abandon you,
But not your trusty little friend,
If the sun is shining on you,
Your little friend will be there standing be hide you.
They Stole My BodyI just want to get away. Away from the noise of this house. It's winter so outside isn't an option so I'll have to settle for the garage. It's not as frigid in there but it's still chilling so I bring a small space heater.They Stole My Body3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find an old lawn chair and set it up next to the only plug I can find. As the ancient off white heater warms up I look around. This place is so dirty. The concrete floor needs sweeping and the corners have bad at least twenty past hosts. I guess it's okay because no one ever comes out here this time of year.
Finally the heater is warmed up. So much that my shins are almost burning. I move them aside so that the rest of my body can feel the tiny sun. After I move my foot I see a quarter sized beetle. It's exoskeleton is dark but where the light hits it the blue and purple metallic undertones are revealed. I've never seen this kind of insect in person before but I know it's not native to this area. It must have been searching for an escape from the winter and found i
Salt on the SnailsThe angles of lifeSalt on the Snails3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Connected to dots transfixing our most blatant glares
Rosebuds in the snow
bear witness to our silent infamy
Introspection of our internal executions of plans long laid
will bear a most-rancid fruit
I care not
I lay bare my intent, notwithstanding the moonbeams
Against a breast of a wave
I crash into the here and now and supply my own demand
Fate is a hand held in earnest
We all fade into the floorboards
salt on the snails never leaves a chorus
You wouldn't have me
I wouldn't have it any other way
Salt on the sails never leaves room for argument
So much has gone the way of the Dodo
There are weird little realms among us
Betwixt the common and the might-have-been
Our humanity uncoils
Our souls are t-shirts on a ferry boat in Canada
Salt on the snails never apologizes for its dis-assembly of life
Would you murder all the world
if only to taste vindication just once?
Your shell is cracking
even as my own is being stepped upon
God has no sense of humor
The salt comes ful
Seedling.Life. A small insignificant bundle of pure energy, placed into the earth for safekeeping. Just one of many delicate thimbles of green soon to grow, and grow, into a giant.Seedling.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Light. Months of dirt and cold, replaced by an ever-reaching blanket of blue warmth. The bundle explodes and projects the new, green energy towards the light, struggling to succeed. Haunted by her elders, entombed in shade, but still, she is determined to grow.
Grown. The bundle has succeeded. After years of reaching towards the blue, after days and days of piercing cold and searing heat, she has grown. She mocks her siblings and relatives, younger children of the earth and laughs at their misfortune that was once hers. Now having earned the right to bask in the sun's warmth.
Ancient. Respected by the old and feared by the young she has grown tall, strong, and wise. Casting a glorious shadow over her offspring, and finally embracing the blue after years of shadows and darkness...
She is Magnificent.
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,October Full Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
Four ElementsFour angels hold the Earth into the light.Four Elements2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They look at us. We do not see them.
I sit in the middle and I feel myself small.
They look at me, sublime and subtle.
The wind blows from the East, the fire from the South.
From West the water flows, from North the earth glows.
Four elements, surrounded by light –
God sends love; we do not feel it.
Angels are wise; Angels are quiet.
I can only hear them if I really want to.
They love and protect the Earth so much.
Also us, God’s children – billions and more.
We are like one being – from above, from far.
The soul of humanity wears a golden gown.
For God we are joy – we carry His light.
He sees us as a whole when He talks to us.
One has ardor, another one takes it easy;
You are close to the water, a rock resembles me.
We are not good/evil, we are energy.
We balance in universal harmony.
Four angels hold the Earth into the light.
They look at us. We do not call them.
Start calling them. They are at hand immediately.
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
You didn't even perform an autopsyYou placed me in the bed of a sarcophagus.You didn't even perform an autopsy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I asked, "Isn't this where you put dead people?"
"Then why am I here?"
"You're dead, of course."
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –Weeping Willow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a
What I AmWhat may have been,What I Am3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All that should be.
As dark as sin,
Not as dark as me.
What I could do,
What I have done.
I try to be you,
But my hearts but none.
What should become,
And then what is,
A misdoings sum,
I am what 'tis.
For I am the night, the darks, and the scream.
I am the hate, the blood lust, and the dream.
I am the human, the dying, and once more what will be.
I am the heart, the mind, and then I am the wise three.
The LonelyThe lonely, it consumes,The Lonely4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the lonely, I assume,
has left me here to rot away and fall into my doom.
I'm hiding in the dark
I'm a sparrow, I'm a lark
I'm falling and I'm falling and I'm falling all apart.
I feel my head, it's spinning
Slowly the lonely's winning
But still I fight and still I try, though less than the beginning.
I will not shout, I will not cry,
Just smile and sadly wish you goodbye,
Hold me close and sing my love, that old forgotten lullaby.
NightmaresShatter.Nightmares4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All is but matter.
The hunger consumes leaving heart's beat in weak patter.
Hate quickly blooming.
The ties of water and blood are both fading and looming.
The frozen landscape and winds that whip.
Nightmare's true scene.
Haunting and taking your fears more extreme.
Mind's one true font.
Holding within you the carnal beat's want.
From sleep you shake.
As dreamed up old nightmares take your heart to break.
The Snow EmpireWinter's Hush is no moreThe Snow Empire3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She thrashes in her unbridled waking dreams
She reaches out against the boundless skies
Her bosom stirs as she turns to face us
Frost from her ancient lips
Leaves frozen to death - against her hips
Hands made of glacial time-capsules
A frozen hell for the ripest vines
We all fall into her frigid embrace
The shallow grave of her heartless gaze
Renewal always follows her shadow
But in the shade of it, few can stand
Summer lurks outside her field of vision
He will dance upon her influences, in his stead
But for now, the land blankets with sorrow
For this is the Snow Empire, whistling and hollow
Benevolent and Malevolent Fairies, the Good PeopleWho and what are fairies? Are they fallen angels who were not good enough to be saved, nor bad enough to be lost? Are they the gods of the earth or of pagan history? Are they the so-called Irish "Tuatha De Danan", who when no longer worshipped und fed with offerings, dwindled away in the popular imagination, and now are only a few spans high?Benevolent and Malevolent Fairies, the Good People3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There is much evidence to prove them fallen angels. Witness the nature of the creatures, their caprice, their way of being good to the good and evil to the evil, having every charm but conscience consistency. Beings so quickly offended that you must not speak much about them at all, and never call them anything but the "good people". So easily pleased, they will do their best to keep misfortune away from you, if you leave a little milk for them on the window-sill over night. On the whole, the popular belief tells us most about them, telling us how they fell, and yet were not lost because their evil was wholly without malice.
Are they the "g
How did I love you?How did I love you?How did I love you?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Intensely, immensely, densely to the point of stupid, I think the naked baby had it in for me, little cupid.––Struck me with the bow, the poison started slow, then it caught momentum and began to grow, took over like a ball of snow, quite the blow, but now I know, it was just a once-upon-a-time-ago.
How did I love you?
Let me count the ways, actually let me count the days, the overnight stays, wakin' up to blaze, to sustain a decent daze–– I guess we'll chalk it down to just a phase.––
That lasted years, building fears releasing tears, downing beers, forcing happiness back in gear, oh dear, the end is near, afraid to see us clear––
Incase we saw, our frozen love, began to thaw, yet we stuck around for more.––
We were happy, unless we weren't, too close to the flame, we got burnt, it took us years, we finally learnt––
To call it quits, it was on the fritz, no longer fit–