Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
I WantI want to be able to scream,More Like This
I want to be able to talk,
But whenever I voice my opinions,
They’re left so deep in the dark.
I want to be able to cry,
I want to be able to smile,
But I only can in desperation,
So I’ll fake my emotions for a while.
I want to be able to stand,
I want to be able to laugh,
But whenever I manage to catch it,
It fades away from my grasp.
I want to be able to tell you,
But it’s harder than I first might have thought,
Because from my past experience,
I only became more distraught.
I want it to stop being complicated,
So for once, I can sit down and explain,
But for now I’ll just have to stick,
With hiding my tears in the rain.
I want to be able to scream,
I want to be able to talk,
But I can never find the right words to say,
So I’ll continue my long, lonely walk.
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
Train to NowhereI'm on a train,More Like This
Can't see through the rain,
I try not to care.
It's moving too fast,
but how do i slow?
Am I running from my past,
or just eager to go?
I know I should stop,
try to get a grip,
but this train is on lock,
and my sanity begins to slip.
Would it be so bad to ride,
to let this train go on?
We all know that I lied,
that I'm too far gone.
I can never be me,
no matter how I try.
Can't you see?
This has all been a lie.
So I'll sit and relax,
let the train run.
Maybe the train will crash.
Wouldn't that be fun?
Why Did You Have To Say Hello?I really, really wish I hadn’t looked into those eyes.More Like This
Or seen that smile, or those fingers twisting around a wooden pencil, or even heard that voice.
I wish I hadn’t met you.
Because now I can’t forget you.
Your words roam about my mind. You’re a poet, a dreamer, a visionary like me. By all the world’s logic, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I should hate you. I should despise you with all the passion hidden behind these long sweater sleeves and square-rimmed glasses.
But I don’t.
For some, random, goddamned reason, I don’t.
And I know it would never work out. I see the way you look at her, like she’s perfection, like she’s a God-sent angel. And she is. She’s lovely, with porcelain skin and blue eyes, like yours.
And she’s not me.
You two would work well together. She could handle your touch of narcissism, and you’d give her the attention she deserves. She’s brilliant, and friendly, and beautiful. I wa
Heart full of ScarsI don't want flowers, not even a roseMore Like This
I don't want chocolates or fancy clothes
All I want is a hug at the end of a long day
A caring hand to wipe the tears away
I don't care where we go I don't care what we do
All that I want is to spend time with you
Its not about strength, its about heart
Its about being honest right from the start
All I want is someone to hold my hand
When times are tough and just say they understand
I know I'm not perfect, I don't pretend to be
I am just me, all that you see
I don't want the moon, or even the stars
All I ask is you love me, with my heart full or scars
For YouMore Like This
To a young girl with her glasses
And her hair blowing back in the wind
Looking away in front of a flag pole of her school
To a middle school girl trying to adjust to a move
And learning that she belongs there
Discovering more about herself every day
To a freshman girl walking onto the courts
And looking at the nets
Determined to prove herself in a sport she loves
To a senior girl with her new contacts
And the brightest smile in the town
Working and enjoying her final year of high school
To a graduate girl in a white gown
And her diploma in hand
Knowing she has worked hard to walk across the stage
To a college girl in a small college town
And working the days away with school
Studying to excel in what she enjoys
To a friend in a small dorm room
Thinking about what her future holds
Dreaming of a city of lights and stories
To a friend texting away on her phone
And dreaming while catching up on lost times
Making six years sound like they never went separated
To a friend waiting in her room
The Girl I Wish to KillThere she is again. Mocking me, following my every move. I know nothing of her origins or why she's here. All I could figure out is that she hates me. Every time I look at her, her smile, like mine, fades into a deep frown. I make her cry, I've always known that. For I always insult her, calling her an idiot pig. I tell never to worry about anyone calling her a used up who, no man would ever want to sleep with an ugly fat bitch like her anyway. I'm not sure why, but when I say these things to her; I feel a clear, warm liquid drip down my face. Almost as though I am crying with her. Why would I cry for her? I hate that stupid bitch! I insult her every day, but she finds a way to make me feel like I am completely useless. She shows me what a monster and freak I have become. She makes me hate myself.More Like This
Today will be the last day I deal with this evil bitch. I walk into the bathroom, my kitchen knife at hand. I look up and see her frowning at me again. I slowly slide my knife across my throa