slender manslender, slenderslender man5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand
take my soul
ill take your hand
Slender Man - LyricsTonight again, this meager guiseSlender Man - Lyrics6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I barely just forgot
Is watching me with unseen eyes
At the X that masks the spot
'twas faith that sunk Atlantis
For no thief invented crime
So we pray like clergy mantis
To eschew this borrowed time
That this pallid horrid creature
'neath his gentle debonair
Hid no further frightful features
'pon his faceless tranquil stare
From free will to legal tender
We beseech, to each his own
Fevers peak at something slender
That will not dance alone
Frozen TearsFrozen Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so hurt,
my spirit is wounded
by your words.
Can you not see it?
Starving can hurt the soul,
when it's hungry for your love.
I close my eyes and try to see
what happened between us.
Once so close and now so far,
you will stop at nothing.
Now I feel numb.
But do not flatter your ego,
for it is not because of you;
My insides are frozen.
My soul is hard,
can't feel a thing,
not even your harm.
And they cause my tears to freeze.
So they all ask me,
"May I melt your tears so they can flow again?"
I do not wish for these tears to roll down my cheeks.
They shall stay there,
frozen in midway,
My tears are to stay stiffened for all eternity.
It is the only way
to escape your pain.
Put it on hold, not chase it away.
But it is all I can do,
because of you…
So I will keep them where they are.
They will not roll,
swim down my face,
or rain upon my red wrists;
My frozen tears shall stay.
To you who I lovePassion is not a rightTo you who I love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a privledge
Love isn't guaranteed
If anyone you know
Would tell you what they feel
When they saw your beautiful eyes
What would you feel?
What would you feel?
Even if I only glimpse you
Out of the corner of my eye
For a second or two
I will still love you
I would still love you
I would lie to you
Because I love you
And hold you in my arms
Even if it's not our destiny to be together
It won't stop me from loving you
It won't stop me from loving you
And what about
The liars and thieves and misers
Who tell you love isn't real?
Would you believe them?
Would you believe them?
And if you love me
If you love me
If you love me...
If you love me...
Then just say so
How can I tell you
How I feel
If you don't know who you are?
How can I tell you
That I love you
If I don't know who I am?
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
LonelyHe knew all the colors of lonelyLonely6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and its complex sound -
rain that nobody wanted
collecting in rusted buckets
and the desperate creak of stairs
moaning softly under slippers;
the half cast light
that cried under the door
and stretched its cat bones to breaking
and the blue phone
that never stopped ringing
like his aunt's tired voice;
lilacs bursting through the porch
in a litany of hope
and grey fingers
taut and wiry
running the length of curtains
as if looking for time
to bow and hang its head.
And he felt them close
over his shoulders
crooked and angry
like storms at sea
or half-bred prayers,
and let them kiss his hard cheeks
where his tears collected
and tired starlings,
and things that no one
would ever mention
The House on Menlough Hill 3 (Adieu)The House on Menlough Hill 3 (Adieu)7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
For full impact read part one here:
and part two here:
As life moves on so many things fill up these endless days,
the wheel just keeps on spinning, hoping that it's just a phase.
Rank boredom seems to be the rule not much to do or say,
I'm thinking that I'll visit her, tomorrow or today.
By her I mean that grand old dame who goes by Mrs. M,
the widow who once haunted me, the one set free from blame.
It's been a year, I wonder how she's doing, how she's fared,
as far as I can tell no one has gone there, no one's dared!
Menlough died while tillin' his old farm, or so she said,
one wonders if the truth's been told, or had she lied instead?
The last time I approached that battered house upon the hill,
she spoke to me in shrilly tones that caused my heart to still.
Insanity thus spurs me on, I set out on my trek,
jog down the
The Thing at the Grave (page 2)The Thing at the GraveThe Thing at the Grave (page 2)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Certainly, these assumptions induced me to follow up on Priyanka Sena’s grave. I contacted the scholar, who acted as my guide, and we headed over to the cemetery together. We arrived at the gate, which was a tumbling iron structure that had fallen from its hinges so that anyone or anything could enter; and, again, the watchman was missing. We concluded that he was the only watchman on duty.
We trekked along the rows and aisles of old graves, some of which were about fifty years old, and finally found Priyanka Sena’s grave. Again, as on that night, there appeared a faint glow like a lantern over the grave. As we walked closer, the wind suddenly rose and howled hollowly. Through that noise, faintly, we heard the two voices muttering.
“The time has come at last, Madame Sena.”
“Show me the sign.”
At the moment that he was showing her, the scholar gasped loudly and stared at me in fear.
“Sir, he is goin
The Thing at the Grave (page 1)The Thing at the GraveThe Thing at the Grave (page 1)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A scholar studying at the famous Santineketan University in Calcutta, West Bengal, discovers strange events at a particular grave.
Approximately twenty kilometers from the famous arts college Shantineketan University of Calcutta, West Bengal, founded by the noted writer and scholar Rabindranath Tagore, in the 1930s, there lies an old former British cemetery. When the British departed from the territory after its independence in 1947, the cemetery was delivered to inhabitants. The university was noted for teaching arts and literature, as part of Mahatma Gandhi’s program of public education in the territory.
The buried dead in this cemetery included both British and Indian citizens, since nobody had conceived of excavating graves at that time. Furthermore, like most people anywhere in the world, the Bengalis simply buried their dead and returned home. Therefore, it is mostly unknown to all except this writer an
Goodbye,Goodbye,Goodbye,6 years ago in Other More Like This
Im leaving now, Im flying away
Into an auburn sunset
Which is just too pretty,
I know you wont care
I dont think you ever really did
The pale-blue sky is my friend now
Along with the clouds, they never frown
It pains me to leave, but it pains me to stay also
The wind says I should move on,
That youre not worth it
I dont really know
So Im just floating away on this ever-lasting breeze
Onto a new place, full of fairy tales and pixie cakes
Where its not so cold, and people smile with the truth,
As it sings along with the stars, in this never-ending dream
Caity's World, Part 27You knew Caitlyns daddy? said Kim-na, her rifle aimed squarely at the shadowy sliver of a person standing in front of her.Caity's World, Part 277 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He smiled, his teeth forming a pale crescent-moon shape. I used to be her father, he said in that same soothing, calm baritone voice.
The corrupted figures in the distance turned toward the stadium and solemnly bowed when the clock struck six. The tennis court stopped playing its spirited match and turned quizzically toward the odd procession that was gathering near it. On a platform near the stadium, a disheveled heap of hair and bones, wrapped in a black cloak and sporting fuzzy purple slippers, started shouting something rhythmic and maniacal about the apocalypse and the end of the world and redemption, and held up dirt-smeared, crumpled pamphlets with an ugly green tentacle. The overcast sky turned a darker gray and a chill filled the air as a western breeze came up. The
PhantomPhantomPhantom3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
‘Satan lurks in these dunes.’
Rajasthan, Northwestern India.
“From the land of the pharaoh,
There walked a phantom,
Tall and straight like a church spire.
He had a tall, gaunt form,
And his eyes burned like two fires*.
But he spoke no known human tongues.
Those who saw, or claimed to see,
Were haunted in their dreams
Until the night had gone.
Chapter One. Reports
When reports flooded into the precinct police department, the officer on duty scarcely believed what he had heard. In his long career in the Force, totaling ten years, he had heard many reports. He did not believe any word of them without witnessing them himself; and when he witnessed them, he proved whether they were true or not. Some reports were really true and correct as reported; others were not
Night MareIt listens outside your bedroom doorNight Mare2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And patiently waits for your soft snore.
When it's safe it creeps on in
Ready to taste your supple skin.
A gentle touch, you hardly stir,
It watches close and mutely purrs.
It digs in deep and takes a piece,
A size, of which, you'd not notice.
Tea Party at the GraveyardOn a snowy moonlit hillTea Party at the Graveyard2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
asleep in winter's silent chill
my mother's grave, it beckoned still
her heart a vase my flowers fill.
A laugh and treble tones arose
three proper women in old clothes
my mother speaking perfect prose
her smiling steamy tea-spout flows.
Startled, I hid behind a stone
lost in thought but not alone
unbelieving truth was shown
drifting figures without bone.
"Goodness, Ms. Ferrywinkle!
Johnny has a date!"
Stirring lemons, glasses tinkle,
"Dear, you've lost some weight!"
"Tuesdays work the best for me!"
"Where do our best days go?"
At last they faded from my view
"I miss my children so!"
I came upon the hollowed ground
no traces left no voices found
I placed the flowers without sound
whispered a prayer and turned around.
I thought about her life of storms
she died the day that I was born
I grinned because in death transformed
her solace found in ghostly form.
a collab not about butterfliesglitter guts, show us your rainbow blood.a collab not about butterflies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
untangle the knots between your teeth,
and cut open your scars. tell yourself
you'll remember what to do at the end
of the world: who to love, who to hate,
and why the sun doesn't burn anymore
glitter guts, you'll be a cold beautiful girl
as the world freezes over
a thousand times more;
another hundred for each
rosepetal on your grave;
a million more for every
heart you didn't break.
glitter guts, you'll understand that you died alone;
no one held your hand
or told you it would be okay.
but you won't be lonely--
you'll be a part of everything:
the plants, the sky, the ground.
and glitter guts, your rainbow blood
will seep into the dirt below you;
your skin will fertilize daffodills;
your kidneys will save a child's life;
you'll be wiser and happier
than you've ever been before
at the end of the world.
The Red ManThe gray man who lived under the gray sky,The Red Man6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Driving to his gray work, from morning till night.
On his way, he saw the yellow man with his bright smile,
And the fancy green man who believed he was worthwhile.
Then the white man who handed out beliefs,
Followed by the blue man, wallowing in his griefs.
The purple man mild and soothing,
Beside the orange man off to finish a building.
And no one saw the gray man go by,
And no one cared for his gray sighs.
And everyone never thought of such a gray person,
And everyone saw him as too uncommon.
But a colorful thought popped into his gray mind,
Like ink into pure water it polluted and twined.
And the gray man loved the shade of this idea,
Burning away his sanity like hot lava.
And he walked with crimson insanity,
As the sun rose on this cursed city.
And the gray man laughed and his color blurred,
At his new shade, which conjured.
The sunset that greeted, with its rosy complexion on high,
The red man who lived under the bloody sky.
my firefly.are you listening, baby?my firefly.6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
is this where we stand?
are we the front line?
do we die hand-in-hand?
and are we the martyrs
of a love turned to lust?
or can we be saved
by a miracle of trust?
"darling, everything they ask for
is everything you can't bear to lend" -
like the means must always justify the end,
and like you sleep, endlessly nonchalant.
"catch me if you can", she whispered.
and I believed in every breath.
"we're lovers, not fighters
but we will fight until death."
eyes soaked in fire,
will burn through our hearts,
and fences of wire,
will keep us apart.
blades dipped in trust,
are what we desire.
with unbridled lust,
and love we acquire,
the parts of ourselves,
we've hid from each other,
that were lost on the shelves,
between friends and lovers.
there's a silence in the air,
it reeks of "don't you understand?"
it demands to know where you planted the seed,
and it weeps and begs for you to set me free.
you seep through open doorways,
and my body aches for you in more ways than o
BrokenThere is a girl who denied what's right,Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Cause when she was alone, she couldn't fight.
She started losing hope in everything,
Stopped trying to see what the future might bring.
She gave up on God in Heaven above,
She lost her path from the power of love,
She wanted everything to go away,
She tried to take her life one day.
She felt caged up like a bird,
She screamed so loud, but nobody heard.
Ignored, as if she weren't there,
A feeling of emptiness and despair.
She kept so much bottled up inside,
She always lied so she could hide.
Ashamed for always wanting to die;
She never looked people in the eyes.
Behind her eyes were words left unsaid,
Beneath her clothes was where she bled
When she took that razor to her skin
To release the emotions captured within.
The nights were the loneliest, she always cried.
The last thought at the end of the day: suicide.
She didn't feel important in any way,
"I deserved it," so she'd say.
Deserved the words that hit her like knives,
Wondering why she was
We go to sleepI go to sleep to dream about youWe go to sleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go to sleep to hide from the truth
I want to lock my pain out of my life
I lost myself between written lines
You go to sleep to forget about me
You go to sleep to hide from your fears
Inside of the cage you lost your own pulse
Inside of the dream you don't care about rules
We go to sleep to dream about us
We go to sleep to reach out for the stars
We go to sleep to never stop
We go to sleep just to wake up .
Insane LoveDon't.Insane Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold my hand.
Let me cry in your arms.
Talk about love and the future.
Tease me to cheer me up.
Read over my shoulder the poem I'm writing.
Speak to me.
You'll learn to hate me...
You'll learn to ignore me...
All of those things.
Save me from myself.
I'd ask you to do it.
You're not real. You're caught in my mind.
A character. A fake identity of a person I want to want me.
Thats why don't.
Because reality breaks me when you leave.
He Isn't Chapter 1He Isn't Chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-It's cold. I'm wet. I should just go home.
-So why don't you?
-I'm waiting for him... What if he shows and I'm not here?
-Face it old man, he isn't gonna show.
-But what if?
-There is no 'what if'. There only is or isn't and he isn't.
It was getting late and the impatient boy was frustrated. Miyagi's simple trip to the book store was taking longer than Shinobu had estimated it would take. He wanted to call the older man up, bitch him out, and demand that he return home immediately, but he didn't have the heart to do it. Every minute drifted away, slower than the one before it. When Miyagi wasn't around, time might as well be frozen.
It had been a few months since Shinobu had moved in with Miyagi and still it felt like they could never score enough time together. The younger would finish up with school and rush home only to find a note left by Miyagi claiming an unfathomable need to rush to the bookstore right away. Either that o