Do you ever have those days when you forget to forget?
Forget to forget about the little things.
My bulletproof wings shot to pieces, I crash, I burn.
Lumps of me torn away, little by little the self disappearing.
The veneer of respectability scoured away by rough tongue.
The outward shining surface eaten by acid comments.
Cupid's poisonous arrow skewers my heart,the pretence too much to bear.
The long goodbye begins.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
Cold am I , waiting for eons to feel the warmth of a woman.
Oid am I , the night brings release from torment which will not cease.
I race with the dark ones, my undead flesh numb to the feeling of love.
Eternal vigil I endure from beyond death. None but the night weep for me.
Dammed never to walk in sunshine, shed no tears for me.
I died a thousand years ago but now reborn into darkness.
The beauty I seek I cannot have, to take her I rise from this stagnant grave.
A moment of pleasure in an eternity of pain, to join ,to kiss, to feed.
In the dead of night I come. Nocturnal seduction ,carnal, primal.
The taste of your blood. Oh such sweetness! Gently I bite , softly you moan.
One sip of blood and I own your soul. Come my Queen take my hand
In the embrace of lovers beneath the blackest night.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Emotions, bubble and boil in the pressure cooker of my mind. A pinch of isolation,a dash of loneliness. Bitter salty tears to add a taste of desperation. With a tablespoon of betrayal and finely diced mockery, the dish is simmering.
Leave to fester for twenty years then stir in back stabbing and false sentiments. Once the dark mixture has congealed and been allowed to grow cold add dashed hope and serve
A side order of cynicism and fresh cutting remarks to compliment the poisonous concoction. Sliced and diced, carved into ****** pieces and eaten with gleeful relish
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
As the days grow shorter,and the riotous beauty of summer leeches into the stark haunting winter freeze, I find myself revisiting ancient memories.
Like a layer of dust undisturbed upon a derilict floor, loathed to kick it up lest it choke me.
Its powerful particles of emotion swirl and dance in my mind's eye. Each one eliciting pain, regret,anger and a little laughter.
Before long the footprints of remembrance are once again covered as a new layer forms. Memories of joy and sorrow lie dormant until a distant tomorrow.
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
It's where I feel safe.
The semi darkness masks my tears. Sobbing in shadow, the black envelopes me, cocoons me. Sanctuary from harsh vicious tounges
Living in the shadowlands, inhabiting a world where the judgement of daylights scrutiny penetrates not. My life, my choice...let me be
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
Sat with the box open, the feeling of sadness overwhelms the old man.
The faded photograph held in trembling aged hand. Memories, memories. Alone with his thoughts, a lifetime ago yet crisp and clear like a winter sunrise, Old Man George weeps for his lost sweetheart.
Taken from his tender care a desolate decade ago. A bitter battle with cruel cancer that had laid her so low. Blinking back the tears from his eyes. The eyes that see beyond the years.
George felt bereft. Gone, the sweetest love a man could ever have, true deep and heartfelt.
Transported in a flash, back to the full flush of youth. Gasping for air, grasping at the sand, pinning for his lover. June '44 George stormed the Normandy shore.
Pals and comrades sycthed down by German guns lay dead. Unable to stop, powerless to help George stumbled blindly ahead.
The only comfort a photograph taken in paradise. A token of humanity amid this ****** Hell. Shaking with fear a sandy finger traces over the sepia. Calmness amongst screaming yelling hysteria.
The memories, the horror and the hope. The memories, the terror and the tragedy. George, proud old soldier, carries the burden. A weight of grief on his shoulders.
Once so strong so brave, now ageing and frail. Tight lipped and deathly pale.
The sadness reflects in his shining tear reddened eyes.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
The feeling I get when I'm near you, the sensations in my body
My heart races skin tingles, I get the giggles.
The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.
The sight of you sends my temperature soaring. The way you walk drives my wild , your kisses leave me beguiled.
The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.
The heat of your body sets me on fire, the way you move fills me with desire.
The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.
The sweet sounds of your voice, so **** yet so angelic. As I hold you I get so hot. Baby I give you all I've got, beautiful woman I give you the lot.
The feel of love. I'm outta control can't fight it.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
My mind and body in total relaxation. A deep sleep in glorious isolation. The door of reality is ajar, an astral journey to worlds afar.
I rise , leaving the earth and reality. My comatose slumbering body safe in tranquility's embrace. The voyage begins, realms beyond imagination beckon.
Drifting up I pierce the veil of consciousness. Time and Space become blurred, my projected soul soars. Riding the vibrations of the universe.
An elevated perception, an uneasy sensation. I feel myself pulled by forces unknown. Powerless , I surrender to its hidden as yet undetermined purpose. Leading me on to where? For what reason? ......
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
As I step into the nightchilled still air, under an inky black sky bejewelled with a billion twinkling suns....I feel alive. The universe flows through me as I through it. A spiritual connection, uplifting, energising interaction.
The power of the Cosmos channelled and directed by magical intuitive touch. A rush of consciousness here now. I am reborn in the springtime of my understanding, of my growing. Leave me forever keepers of the gloom. All will be revealed.......
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
In distant days of yore a myth was born. A nightmarish place written in folklore. A place of horror , misery and decay.
The trees, tangled and foreboding, impatient for flesh... screaming, craving. Wildlife avoids the twisting limbs a sinister secret lies within.
Silent, sentient. Alert, hunting. The thirsty branches feeling, sensing. The abomination of nature beckons to the unwary. Sweet perfumes infuse the air inviting and inticing. Death, cold swift merciless, awaiting.
A lost traveller wanders intoxicated by the heady scent. The trap is sprung! Another victim, hot fresh blood! Nourishment.
Snaking branch snatches the poor unfortunate. Slashing ripping as the life force splashes on the insatiable ground. The Crimson Forest revels in an ecstatic ****** **** unbound.
Strange, dark and malevolent the trees grow strong gorged on fresh blood
Demonic, carnivorous. Vampiric, monstrous. A grove of death trapping and feasting for a thousand years. Sustained by the blood of countless thousands of empty drained bodies.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC