HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.Her in Free Verse More Like This
And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.
One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.
Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.
Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.
Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."
The Dead CrowThe dead crow flies across the plentiful white grass.The Dead Crow in Free Verse More Like This
Its decaying wings echo through the broken shards of glass.
Glass that was from windows and a shattered heart, one that could never be repaired, nor ever torn apart.
The crow glances down but doesn't care, for his soul and heart rest within the air.
The Malicious ClockThe malicious clock counts the children's heads, their bodies of ice stream wearily down, forever casted namelessly into somber; through the gardens their voices drown.The Malicious Clock in Free Verse More Like This
Of an angel's grace enslaved are their wills, for the secrets within are separately spelt, through the eyes of the damned are the contracts written; preparations are burnt living, but the papers shall melt.
Slaves of our evermore coming wrath, childish souls broken and glued with nobility, the veils of strategies enclose their mannequins; controlled by our standards they embrace hostility.
Years upon averages their meek bodies initiate tasks, to set aflame doors and bitter the placid, replace their organs with a simple flask; the clock observes all with a mask of acid.
Our Voices Create StarsBlue grasses of bleeding dolls lined neatly through my hair of white, they sing with me a grace of pureness, one strung together through a plague of smite.Our Voices Create Stars in Free Verse More Like This
The rains of ash with our cauldrons darkened, a shaded place of grey and night, we speak the whispers through the calling nightmares; a speckled window of blood to cast out the light.
Our flesh-woven faces of whitish tongues to string along the weakened who glide, within our bodies contain much innocent clockwork; though, through the wires a voice to hide.
Born of a puss-like existence mixed verily with a prideful glare, to each soul we dare to carry away far, their mouths pinched and flailing as was our mother's hair.
Lined neatly in the spacious darkness, we place them as a star of light; the evening's musk of reddish screeching, humanity's glare is banished from the night.
The Twilight GardenThrough the twilight garden of remorse, reason, and rest, our journey ends to begin a quest, one to immortalize the very best.The Twilight Garden in Free Verse More Like This
Our companions of swallow and significance have shrieked to opposition, their heirs of a green kiss mangled and torn; a more peculiar disposition.
Revival is our key to doors, brassed gently with the weeds, exceeding to proportions blinded; bound by roses and by seeds.
Blue eyes of sorts to observe their suffering, placid they are but continue to please, their times of anxious knowledge drown in submission; to them the pain is simply ease.
Within the garden children scatter, their brains of red shatter memories of rhyme, our exhibit is paid for with a simple blood-kissed letter; the twilight garden does not wait for time.
Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.Silent and Gone in Free Verse More Like This
For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.
Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.
Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.
Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.
To a judging stream near the greenish peaks, I sit down to somberly rest, screeching memories grasp my bloodied hands; these visions are merely a test.
And here at last is the accurate time, I lie down and breathe once to sigh, down the merciless falls I briskly crash; today was the day to die.
ForgottenForgottenForgotten in Free Verse More Like This
I do not see you, have you left me behind?
Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?
It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.
To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.
Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.Unloved Angel in Free Verse More Like This
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
A PoemSo many issues from this place, the plaster melted from my face.A Poem in Free Verse More Like This
A smile that was once gleaming bright has shriveled into a scream of night.
A scream that whispers the blinded lies, the ones that were forced into my eyes.
To conceal my knowledge of future events, it was placed as a guard from my innocence.
And here I lie, within the trails, trapped beneath this train's very rails.
Clinging on to the darkest ways, never seen and never phased.
Forevermore I shall remain at last, stuck between dimensions, mostly in the past.
Hoping that one day I shall redeem, the wrongs that they've done to blind the seam.
Fallen You Are, Our Sister.Fallen you are, our sister.Fallen You Are, Our Sister. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your golden hair whips and slashes your rotting rosy skin, wishing to have life.
You have betrayed us, both your tainted soul and lustful body.
Dear sister, you have disappointed us in your existence.
We hoped for a better sibling to bless the cursed family, but alas another vile succubus was born.
Oh my dear, we hope you receive all the guilt and suffering you gave us.
All the nights of endless abuse and torture you forced upon your victims and your siblings you will pay for dearly.
Our suffering caused your laughter, how terrifying it was to hear your screeches and howls.
And now dear sister, it is we who will simply laugh at your agony, and hope to never see you again.