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 May 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
In the tender parts
Of your naive heart
Footprints where
They went too far
So come to me
My precious friend
And I shall comfort
And help you mend
There's no magic
That cannot cure
So come to me
And have no fear
Trust these words
As true as lies
It gets better
On the other side
...
Traveler Tim
 May 2017 Aqua Rose
Amethyst Fyre
My tears turn to ice as they cut across my cheeks.
Please, I beg. My voice trembles in the darkness.
This darkness- I thought I'd known what he was capable of before, but this?
This is the type of dark that breathes on its own and can call the shadows to do its bidding. I have only ever seen it in glimmers when I dare to meet his eyes, but now I am in it and I am lost, and oh god-
My thoughts shatter as his fingers brush my neck.

Why are you doing this to me? I ask, words swept away by the raging wind. My teeth chatter.
I was happy. I was living and I was enjoying it. Why do you keep pulling me back here?

He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me further into his abyss. The last, precious gulps of air bubble behind my throat, their sweet taste a reminder of everything he will take from me, everything I leave behind. I kick and thrash, but nothing hurts those who do not exist. His hand on my hip tugs me harder.

I break his grip and run, only to have him appear by my side and shove me to the ground. My head rings dizzy with the darkness.
You are nothing without me, he says.
I close my eyes to him, but he is painted on the underside of my lashes.
You are nothing without me, he says.
Slowly, I open my eyes and bow my head. He gloats over my huddled form, for he knows that I will always give in.
I am nothing without you. I answer his summons, and the clarity I once knew melts away.

He calls the sun to burn itself out and it must obey,
So who do I think I am to disagree?
I think I made myself ruin the okayness I've been feeling the past few days
 May 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
The poetry was flowing
But not through his poem
It flowed through his eyes
On into her soul
His words they whispered
Tears down her tired cheeks
She bathed in his passion
   And his darkness she reaped...
Traveler Tim
HP Aug 2016
 May 2017 Aqua Rose
Amethyst Fyre
The darker it gets
the more the words begin to writhe

Writhe and rise

they dance before my eyes
tumbling out of my heartbeat,
the poems
Write themselves.
Sometimes I don't even know what words come out of my fingertips
Support is like oxygen
*everyone needs it
 May 2017 Aqua Rose
Traveler
The Goblins of Gloom do prey
At the borders of safety’s demise
This passageway frequently opens
A blessing yet curse despised

Passion for fury
****** out of control
Hell's fiery embers blister
As the burn of lust
Consumes the soul

Innocence caught in a vacuum
****** up, used and discarded
A fuel that feeds
The demonic machine
The evil eye lids have parted

Nightmares and spells
Conjured in hell
The righteous and wicked do ponder
Through evil doors
The wickedness soars
How many left open I wonder?
Traveler Tim
HP 2014
 May 2017 Aqua Rose
Amethyst Fyre
Clarity is like hunger-
Once you lose control of it, it comes and goes as it pleases
Raging on and off as a brush fire, without your approval
You chase it, going from hit to hit,
Seeking the brightness in your eyes and the dizziness in your wrists
Like an addict
Time is bored and runs from your command
Consume me, clarity
Take me, hunger

Until eventually, there is only
Breathing and begging

*What is it to live?
Sometimes it just needs to be said
*Im so tired
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