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Megan J Parker Nov 2014
As we collide together in the wage of war,
I’ve become star-stricken by the betrayal of beauty.
The frozen lake’s depths beckon for me to fall into their dark grip.
And while I watch as metal clashes and cries ignite the night,
I find myself succumbing to the lake’s seduction.
The flames of torches envelop me in their warmth,
And the last tree in an otherwise frigid tundra,
Births its final sign of life as the tree sighs its final exhale and falls into winter’s embrace.
Lying back in a puddle of my last breath of life, I greedily take in the sights of beauty.
As my comrades fall beside me, I stare up into the full moon’s bright gaze,
The moon offers only a wicked wink towards me, as my sight grows darker.
No more can I see the final petal,
No more can I even feel the lake’s call to me.
And, with my last thoughts but a mimicry of the beauty around me,
I let my last breath fall upon my frozen lips and allowed the darkness to envelop me.
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
The painted beauty hides so many secrets,
Behind a mask adorned with lies.
The tainted Seraph glides across the iridescent floor.
She calls to me.
With covered eyes, She beckons my body...
... And I’ve submitted.
My Angel deceives me,
With jaded lips,
I’ve taken a taste.
Sweet, ignorant indulgence,
I perched towards the edge,
And every whisper draws me closer...
Sanity...slowly slipping...
As She smiles,
Relief washes over me...
I shut my eyes, the last step towards insanity.
And every regret I have...
Disappears
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
Let the deathly flower press to your lips,
******* sweet, poisonous nectar from forbidden dreams
Your withering bones, so frail
So full of decay
Your mind has shattered…
A fragment of what once was shimmering in the distance…
And you are afraid to grasp onto the hope that never was
The pungent aroma of the rotting existence wafting through resonance
Like a ripple in a pond, you seek difference in a world of comparison
Comparison that gives you no meaning
Comparison that makes you fragile and withered
Withering into a nothingness that has no light
Light cannot exist without darkness
But you, my dear love,
Are shrouded in only darkness.
With no hope of light…
No hope.
Helpless.
Megan J Parker Aug 2015
Oh, plate of bacon, how you tempt me so
With your sizzle and your crunch I do crave
A gift from Gods wrapped in a tasty bow
There are no leftovers to even save

Why can't I feel myself grow full from you?
There are no others that can be as true
Your fame is unmatched by any before and it's easy to see with such allure

With every new bite, the tears grow stronger
This small plate won't last for that much longer
As the bacon leaves, I fear what's to come
The plate is bare, with not even a crumb

Oh, plate of bacon, I still need you so
With hope, I pray for more bacon to show
My fiance snuck onto my Facebook and made a status that if it got over 20 likes, I would have to write a bacon poem/sonnet. Here is the result... (the status got over 60 likes)
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
Let the quiet triumph come
As the darkness starts to drum
Seeing metal as it clashes
As the days turn into ashes
Love had been so bright
On this dreadful fate-less night
What happened to that day?
As we all began to pray
For our lives to meet the latter
Watched our time begin to shatter
In this life with no defeater
As we listened to the meter
As it began to dim so low
As we thought what we didn’t know
As our time turned the bend
We knew this was the end...
Megan J Parker Aug 2014
As I stood above the others, looking down upon their plea,
I felt the lies that shook from me and cried out blasphemy.

The strength that holds inside of me is not amongst my own,
The dirtiness that’s filled with me can’t find itself a home.

As I lay before the altar side, a knowing smile within,
The punishment they gave to me was only the first therein.

As I step outside the ashes, to send my challenge out,
I feel the chaos rising in and know there is some doubt.

A loss, a gain, the angst, the pain.
They all remain the same.

For I was not the one they hailed,
To lay beside the king.

As death decays my jaded soul I’d healed before I thought,
The agony I felt that day was something they had brought.

A gift they said, to scar and curse,
The words I made were in reverse.

Irreversible to those I know and those among I love
I realized then, what I must do and gave myself a shove.

For it was now my time to go,
To rise above it all.

And what I did could be so low,
So cursed and evil,
But I can see their wicked eyes,
And knew it was my call.
Megan J Parker Jun 2014
I fear the words left behind,
I fear the wrongs left to right,
I hate the lies left from my kind,
I hate the days beyond the night.
More so than this, I can’t describe,
The life which died before my scribe.
Beyond the days that disappear,
Beyond all natural things I fear,
I can’t explain what can’t be known,
For it just wasn’t left to be shown.
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
Wallowing inside, you fight my indiscretions
Setting aside all hope and lovers grace
You play yourself through the strings of a violin
Plucking each and every one so diligently
The bittersweet melody humming through ears
Once again, the harmonies break

Your destiny will soon begin to break
Now, shall we play with these...indiscretions?
This ear splitting sound rushing in your ears
This game is played with grace
Let’s play this round diligently
Listen over the violin

Try and look past the sound of the violin
Does your inner self continue to break?
How can a lesser soul play so diligently?
Continuing this battle with strong indiscretions
Yet still, there is no given grace
Let’s try and listen through ears

Please, please, these soundless ears
Can’t hear the sound of this violin
You play with little grace
This game isn’t supposed to break
Aren’t we getting sick of these indiscretions?
You think you can do this diligently?

You wonder why this game is played diligently.
Have you been listening through deaf ears?
You amuse yourself through indiscretions
There’s a reason for this violin
Playing this instrument until it begins to break
This is the feeling of grace

The need for grace
Overwhelms the want to play...diligently
Rules are bound to break
The ringing ends in ears
The end comes near for the violin
Still, you continue your indiscretions

We played with grace. Listened through deaf ears.
We played this game diligently. Through a violin
Yet you still break. Playing with indiscretions.
Sestina style wrote for poetry class
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
At the strike of midnight,
His blood calls to me.
As we cross the dance floor, our masked eyes ascend.
He must realize who I am,
A whispering voice,
Ordering me toward him.
The glass slipper dissolving into a crimson mess.
His pristine wings are hidden in shadows,
My body begins to quiver.
He takes my hands and embraces me,
Our silhouetted dance…
Is as fake as the smile etched on my mask.
The knife behind my back,
He has no idea.
We lead into his private quarters,
He tears my wretched outfit off.
My knife twitches in my grip now,
The tears streaming down my cheek,
He takes them in his hand and kisses them.
My hand reaches to him in an eternal farewell,
The knife turns to me,
Through stained glass...
The moonlight veils our deadly embrace.
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
Their glassy eyes trace every existence,
They are watching...
With no where to go,
Their haunting cries echo beyond these trivial walls.
Sweat dripping,
Blood pouring,
Their phantom claws trace down your flesh.
Their tastes for tainted crimson,
With specks of flesh trickling down these dreaded barriers.
There is no escape.
There is only demise.
In this shattered hall of mirrors,
The clown offers no smile.
The legs crawl across shivering backs.
As the glossy gaze oozes scarlet,
The shadows only come out at night,
In this carnival of fright.
Your death is their craving.
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
That fragile smile of yours
Eyes glistening in the wind
A whisper thrown into the sea
My hands quiver
I can see right through you
More and more
I can feel your presence
It burns into the back of my skull
Crying
Only see what you want
My thoughtless words
They agonize your soul
Why?
Sometimes I believed in us
Back when the smile you shined down onto me was real
“Please don’t leave”
You whispered carelessly into my ears
Those thoughtless words tortured me
The past can’t be forgotten
And in my fragile state
Only time will tell.
Megan J Parker Jun 2014
While the flames of passion freeze in your mind,
I’ll be wrapped behind you, cloaked in the sins of the flesh.
Jaded whispers of lustful promises filled with deceitful gazes,
I offer you not sanity, but madness.
Always beside you but never there,
my presence is the churning chaos of scars long lost forgotten.
I play upon your innocence, crushing it in my grasp,
I feed your existence the fermented embryo of society.
Your screams are in vain; I am you: a cocoon manifested from your decayed tears.
A memory surfaces to a mirrored abyss, reaching but never grasping.
Allow the jagged ice to crawl across your skin, inching, creeping, crystalizing a self you once believed in.
I claw at your chest, burning, burning, burning, the existence of your past is frail.
I feed upon your weakness.
Feeding you ******* Sins off Diverged Tongues
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
As the darkness fades to glass
We’ve been victims of the past
The horror brings the shade
And we all begin to fade
As your finger pulls the trigger,
We all began to linger.
On a memory once swayed,
On a cemetery we laid.
Your death comes at will,
Jaded eyes began to swell.
Your mind begins to spill,
As your heart is forced to dwell.
Your web of lies,
Your thorns of cries.
They all are done!
Megan J Parker Dec 2013
Despite what you thought
What you claim to believe
I loathed you from the beginning
Let’s make up, you beg
Snickering...
Shall we once more?
This macabre dance
With carcass hands
I embraced our imminence
To death
Raise your hands to this beginning
To this end
Our fable dwindles on the edge of this cliff
Please, you beg for me not to...
And on this fateful night,
I wasn’t swayed.

— The End —