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Alvira Perdita May 2016
the minutes tick by
as you lie by my side
my thoughts are far
and you are close
save me.
Ashley May 2016
married to fate, chained to the future
my wounds won't heal, not even with sutures
the roulette ball rolls; who knows where it'll land?
will i know to take hold when you outstretch your hand?
each day my doubts plague me, gnaw at my soul
and sometimes i wonder if this is why i thrive in the cold
what prompts us to write, to shove words out in the open?
who can look into our eyes and know that we're broken?
the pen is a blade; my heart is a trigger
this place is a maze; my blood clumps thicker
three years ago, i thought i would be different,
thought i'd be bigger, or less worried about insignificance
i thought the world would turn on its' axis boldly,
and that i wouldn't crave days where i want someone to hold me
three years ago, i wonder if my sails had a stronger direction
and once upon a time - i swear - i had more connections
fear still finds me,
a panther stalking its' foolish prey,
and time still blinds me
with how quickly it ticks away
is success just a feeling? is it only a name?
is it even a level, a possibility in this game?
is passion a feeling, or just a thirst for fame?
is home a person, a place, or an imaginary plane?
my mind still haunts me, with its' rattling doors,
and sometimes my demons whisper that i'm doomed to bore
questions ignite my being, setting me ablaze
as i wonder if i will ever be ready for the adulting daze
Y'all, it's been a long, long time since I published anything... and a long time since I've properly written. I'm trying to do better - no one really reads these, but it's a testament to myself. I'm trying.
Anand Prakasque May 2016
Tell me what you will do with those scars of pulls and pushes
from the infantry of madness
who marched towards
your collar bones and thighs altogether at once.
read the whole post at : https://baavramallah.wordpress.com/2016/05/05/%E2%96%AAregiments-and-nation-of-flesh%E2%96%AA/
Long cloak, black hood
A demon you think
Motionless, human like
Standing tall, head bowed
Misty breath, dimming light
The imminent twilight
Disturbing silhouettes
Flashes before my eyes

Tall trees, dark thickets
A jungle you think
Rustling, human like
Chattering loud, foot steps
Heavy drops, closing in
A racing heart
Indistinctive echoes
Whispers in my ears

Loud growl, a beastly phantom
A reaper you think
Screaming, human like
Bleeding slightly, a young maiden
Red stain, white cloth
A purification ritual
Lost virginity
Swirling thoughts in my mind
Just a play with a pen on a paper...
Fantasy
Kenēn Apr 2016
Do you always go to battle?
NO. Sometimes, the weak adult in me
Harbors unspeakable cowardice.
I bet the weak child in me
would forge with a nervous smile
But not shy away since hesitation, she knows nothing about.

Only simple emotion and a simple need.
But I've grown eh?
I'm a man but many people still think my hand has to be held
What a joke that is
An adult is an adult
No matter what
I deserve some respect as one
I can handle my own
Better than you think
How do you know something you've never given the chance to see?
The logic is absent here
But it's still vibrant here
We're repeating old habits
And I'm trying to move forward
Can't do that when nobody let's you
I'm doing my way and that's final
Adjust to it or accept it
Life's been hard, but that's the way it is
I thought you understood that better than me
Watch for her fangs,
She digs deep into your throat
Tearing quick through flesh
Like two needles into wool
Easily and noiselessly

Your skin fires to a new sensation,
You then hear angels sing,
Loved ones humming,
A soothing melody like in a cave
Echoes dying out farther

And so you let your eyelids down
To see with the mind,
Cheerful faces and white gowns
Standing around a milky fountain,
Overflowing onto the snowy floor

Streaming slowly into a little pool
Lying in it, the white queen
Visible, the smooth skin on her thighs,
Appearing briefly as she turns,
You swallow hard and loud

Her long white hair falls on the shoulders,
And just enough to cover the twin deer
But not what your mind can see
The perfect curve lines running around them
Appearing soft like cotton candy

She raises her hand, grabbing yours
Pulling you slowly into the milky pool
Letting you sit between her legs
As your back rests in her chest,
Your skin rubbing smoothly against hers,
Wrapping her arms around you

Your head rests on one shoulder
Her mouth close to your ear,
A gentle whisper, hissing lightly,
Steadily calming your heart beat

You feel the warmth of her breath,
Like steam from a cup of hot coffee
Moisturizing the skin on your neck
A point when it all freezes

The humming stops,
Fountain freezes along with the stream
And suddenly, a prickle like,
Sharp and intense,
But only for a second

Then time runs again,
A single drop of red,
Splashing into the snowy pool,
Slowly, it appears to dissolve
But fades not

And suddenly, a rumbling
Sweeping through like a wave
A moment when all changes

Many black cloaks surrounding
Red spreads quickly from the tiny drop
Filling up the pool, into the little stream,
Then the floor, and lastly the fountain

Her long hair now looks deep red
The air smells dead, metallic
Her breath and flesh, cold
She howls, flashing her fangs
And the shadows cheer

The vampire queen!!!
blankets by villains
glowing beauty wrapping her fangs...
not specifically vampires...
Beki Ponds Apr 2016
I changed myself for you,
It was too late.
You’d already said your goodbyes
Before I smoked my first bowl
Before I decided to let loose
Before I chose to jug that plastic bottle of whiskey

I told you I needed you,
It was too late.
I treated it like a game
Because I thought that’s what you wanted
A girl with her head in the sky
And her heart full of limericks.

You never told me what you wanted
So I made a person up
I hid who I was from you
And realized later
Everything could have worked out
If I had been myself.
Lunar Apr 2016
When we were young,
Boys and girls don't always play.
Until we're a little older,
It's a game of love's chase.

Typical of dawn and dusk,
They never happen at the same interval.
Unless you look at it from God's perspective,
Where the time is only one in peripheral.

Even if we rarely see each other,
Like the sun and moon,
After a thousand of falling stars,
We'll cross paths soon.
-----
From children to adults,
From morning to night.
I'll be your lunar love,
And you'll be my moonlight.
If I'd send a rocket to the moon, it will be in the form of a letter.
Maybe we've yet to grow older
and play the game of love's chase.
We've yet to be in the same timezone.
We've yet to cross paths.
Not now, not soon,
But we will, wjh.
Colby Scott Apr 2016
I can feel it again
the Shuddering.
The melancholy
clouds of this
Poet’s depression
seem to smother
Me.

Death where is your sting?
I can’t feel it through this iron-clad
Apathy.

Thoughts race like unrestricted
Shadows.
Guilt
Fear
Anger
Mistrust

My long winded bedfellows
Their stench comes long
Before three days
This should be good news

God ******* ******!

Why am I on the floor again?
Sobbing
Chest heaving
Lungs burning
Throat sore?



                           Or is this just in my head too?

Of course, you’re a man
Strong backed and even
Stronger willed
Stand tall and firm
Steel yourself.

I shall steal myself
Away.

I know so little
And
Feel even less.
So I’m left
sitting here


                  shuddering.
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