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 Myth2 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 thereSometimes2 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 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 Pond3 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
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 Door2 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
*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 Puppet2 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 Sweet2 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
What I AmWhat may have been,What I Am2 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 Lonely3 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.Nightmares3 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.
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 Body2 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
Deadened HeartThis life is one of pain, and sorrow, and never ending slash of the terrorizing sharp blade on the heart. No matter how many times the beating pulse is cut and left to weep crimson tears, always cruel fate knits it back together to start again.Deadened Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heart becomes unrecognizable; simply a mass of stitches and flesh working to beat in anger and pain while keeping the rotting corpse of despair drawing in breath. The flesh begins to rot, falling from bleached white bones to mar the ground and stain the air with the stench of decay and unending death. And just when only the skeleton is left, with that repulsing beating mesh that is the heart, the blade swings down in an arc once more and brings the flesh back to bones, still rotting, still dead, just sewing it back and forcing the poisoned blood back through splitting veins.
The heart bleeds and the dead lips of the living corpse open to let out the never ending scream of agony. And the tortured soul wonders, "Why can I not die?" As he watch
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 Childhood2 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
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
Salt on the SnailsThe angles of lifeSalt on the Snails2 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
You Have A BuddyYour shadow,You Have A Buddy2 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.
ObliviousI opened my eyes, ever so slowly, and found it to be dark. It was still night, but the cold had awaken me from an already fitful slumber. I flexed my cold hands to get the blood flowing. Cool grass met my finger tips, not too much of a surprise. I rolled my head over to the side and saw Tyler asleep beside me, looking a lot warmer than I was.Oblivious3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I wasn't the least bit hesitant to steal some of that.
I wriggled over to his side, were his arms were limp at his sides. I put one up, and then huddled to his side using his fore arm as a pillow. He was really warm, and I was freezing. Especially my hands, which weren't getting warm just by laying on his covered chest. I silently snaked my hand up his chest and to his shoulder, and then down and into his sleeve. Warm, soft flesh met my freezing hands.
Tyler's eyes instantly popped open. "Ahhh!" He sat strait up, trying to get away from me. "Goddamn! Your fucking freezing!"
I was shivering, rubbing my arms. "T-tell m-me about i-it."
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
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.3 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.
i got flowers oncei am lonely.i got flowers once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i received flowers once
and i placed them
in a vase til
the petals all browned
and turned to dust
on the glass of my bureau.
i have never gotten flowers since.
i spend my days
with a boy
whom i love far beyond reason
and he holds me in his arms
and holds me together.
i bite my nails
and pull my hair
over the moment when he
feels the disenchantment
fall over his body,
all clean lines
and smooth shapes,
and realises that leaving
the worst thing
the best thing.
i am lonely
and even with a hand to hold,
and even with a cloak of security
bunching around my shoulders
and hiding my thighs,
i feel my fingers grasping at empty air
because i am too ungratefully
trapped in my head
to remember that my love
is holding my hand
and reminding me more often
than anyone should need to
that i am loved.
The death of BaldurOh dear Baldur,The death of Baldur2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the most beloved, beautiful, and peaceful.
Jealousy follows you in your shadows.
From the heart of your twin brother,
and from the evil of Loki.
Oh dear Baldur,
Frigga tried to save you
from your doom.
Yet in vain did she try.
Carelessly passing the mistletoe,
she let your Fate be taken,
when she was fooled by Loki
and carelessly reveling your weakness.
Oh dear Baldur,
you are the most beloved, beautiful, and peaceful.
Youve awaken jealousy in your twin brother.
With the help of the wicked Loki.
And now you fall
by the hands of your brother.
Who readily, misguidedly, threw the mistletoe.
Leading you into your death.
Oh dear Baldur,
you do not die alone.
Your dear wife has died along side of you.
The peace of mind, comfort, and tranquility
has all been lost.
Oh dear Baldur,
the most beloved in Asgard,
once the fire has stopped burning
Your beauty will be reborn.
A Tale of Elves and FairiesA Tale of Elves and Fairies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it happened that the humans forgot the magical realm and a dark age began.
The humans had forgotten that they only need to believe for to see. Those who were desperate stayed alone and those being worried found no comfort any longer. The elven realm existed further on but it fell into oblivion. Humanity had become blind. Hundreds of years pass