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Paralyzed from the heart down,
Abandoned, lost and found,
The relinquishing of the crown,
Breathing, feeling my heart pound.

Haste takes my calm mind,
Enduring, hatred and pain,
The ropes caressing feel the bind,
The world submissive, barren and plain.

Sold for a cruel desire,
Abused, jaded and forgotten,
The burning of a torrid fire,
My soul defeated, life begotten.

Taken away from my morality,
Stolen, fought and lost,
The time considered a technicality,
The hours dragging, a heavy cost.
 Aug 2014 Collily
Jas Citrine
His Dark Angel smiled;
cold lips warmed by passion.
The trance compelling.
Desire for the flesh burned
in immortal rage.

The snow fell.

His Golden Muse lay slain;
warm blood cooled by liberation.
The death an afterthought.
Indifference for life
in mortal depression.

The snow fell. The winds rose.

A spirit retreated to the
only embrace that remained.
The Angel stirred in the shadows.
A knife fell.
Taking the bloodied hand
he clasped it tightly in his.

The snow fell. The winds rose. The tears froze.

The pages of his life blood
lay scattered across the snow.
Like a sacrificial alter
the volumes were placed.
The temple now erected.
Each author a contributing artist.
The funeral pyre now complete.

The snow fell. The winds rose. The tears froze. The flames danced.

The fire scratched violently at the frosted air;
each enamelled finger reaching out in horror.
Ashes twirled, battling the soft white flakes;
angels and demons seeking one final act of sovereignty.
He glared through the flames, motioning to step forward.
He firmly gripped the stained hand, holding it ever nearer the
flame that writhed in its own tormented agony.
There was scream that emanated like a banshee, yet ended in the flames…

The snow fell. The winds rose. The tears froze. The flames danced. The end marked.
[By Jas Citrine (Jovial); Submitted May 24, 2014; Copyright 2014]
There's a rift between the dead and me,
Sinking and falling faster into the dark,
The closeness of it seems sickening,
I can feel the teeth of the vehement shark,
Closing in around my throat,
I feel lured and enticed to feel the pain,
Is it wrong to want to feel something,
Is it wrong to be this insane?
 Aug 2014 Collily
Erenn
Flaws
 Aug 2014 Collily
Erenn
The best love of all?
Is when you both
Found it at your worst
Because,
Through all the flaws we see
The beautiful truth.


Erennwrites
Hmm. I got inspired. It's not done yet.
But I'll post it anyway.
The full work will be uploaded soon:)
 Aug 2014 Collily
Rhiannon Grace
I keep these blades
Tucked safely behind
Diarys and notebooks
To keep my demons company

I keep these fears
Alive and well
Burning in my mind
To keep my demons company

I keep these memories
From those nights
Back when I tried to die
To keep my demons company

I keep these demons
Leave them by my side
I let them destroy me
Just so they can keep me company
I guess its why I still have demons....
 Aug 2014 Collily
Shiennina Marae
Where exactly do
I put my hands
on somebody who
*hurts all over?
 Aug 2014 Collily
nominal
Bloom
 Aug 2014 Collily
nominal
Pathetic are the mid-night thoughts
about your future love
your past heartbreaks
your poorly thought out hook-ups

Sad are the mid-night thoughts
about the loss of those important
what you could have achieved but never did
and maybe never will

Depressing are the mid-night thoughts
about what a burden you are to everyone
how you'd never hurt again if you weren't alive
that everything you do will never amount to anything

But, it's time for me to move past those emotions
on to something better
an emotion I've never truly felt
that only I can control
and that's the happy mid-night thoughts
about tomorrow and what I might achieve
who I could make smile
what pretty faces I may see
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