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AsianTapWater Aug 2019
It's all right,
He's not going to snow for a while.

Black and white sand
Shifts through the hourglass.

A large black pile collects
While a couple flakes of white drift on top.

"Enchant this inkwell to fly up, touch the ceiling once, and fly back into my talons."
"Enchant this bracelet to shield the wearer's thoughts from mind readers."

As time passes,
More spells are cast.

More white sand falls to the bottom,
As much as there is black.

"Enchant my scales to be invulnerable to harm of any sort, heal instantly, and shield me from any threat of death."
"If I can enchant my body like this... what could I do to others?"

The hole is too big.
We're going to fall into it forever.

The arctic wind howls around me
As a whiteout erases the dark.

"There are definitely going to be consequences."
"Now I know who has to pay."

"Cut out your tongue.”
"Rip open your stomach, and show us what you're really like on the inside. Pour your life out on this stage."

Fear me. Respect me. See me.

It's too late.
The sand is falling.
I recently reread Darkstalker and was inspired to write this poem. The poem is about Darkstalker (of course), his soul reader (hence the sand), and how he slowly goes insane. With a few quotes from Whiteout. The title is a reference to another quote from Whiteout, and the fact that the Soul Reader uses black and white sand in an hourglass to show how much good and evil is in one's soul.
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
When someone is antagonising
my joy and happiness,
I do my best
to remain calm and unperturbed,
and refocus my mind
on calmly striving to achieve
my joy and happiness.
AuEcologica Dec 2018
Dear protagonist, it is the antagonist writing a simple letter,
I am devoting myself to explain my faithfulness,
The only way I can, my love, for you to appreciate,
I’ll ruin the world, to prove my worth,
I’ll be unpleasant because that is the one path I understand,
How else, how else could you ever hold me?
It is not ballad humanity will sing,
However, please do consider; whom else can ever fathom my desire?
Ruin lies at our feet, fate and destiny is not ours to keep,
If I but for one moment could see your scarlet eyes, I would,
No river,
No god,
No queen,
No king,
No mountain,
No slaughter,
Would stand in the way of my pure black heart,
If I could see your smile as I fall,
As the world is victorious,
As I am imprisoned,
As I crumble,
As I fall,
At least I could see you once more,
There is an orchestra performing when you use that golden tongue of yours,
It is a pleasure; it has always been,
That the demons whom haunt me, you and you alone can control,
It is a paradise, my love, to be the wildfire you extinguish,
May hellfire consume me, as long as the last glimpse,
Is your face, protagonist, this is my faith, my belief,
I do love you, now, let me fall, further than ever,
Though never further than you can reach, my heart.
Kimmy Oct 2018
No one ever knew
What it was like to be a ****
They never felt the unnerving sensation
Of the lingering touches and kisses
No one knew
How one's skin stings
From trying to scrub away
How ***** and disgusting they feel
They don't know
How it crushes a *****'s heart
To be used but not remembered
How it's hard to find company
Who sees you for who you are
And not for your body
They don't know
How it's hard to live
Upto the society's restrictions
They judged but they were not aware
Of how this bítch was molded
They don't know
But still they criticized
They don't see
The gaping hole left
Within this ****'s personality
They don't feel the pang of rejection
The pain of neglection
The sting of false accusations
They never listened
Their criticism never faltered
No one thought about the bìtch
No one cares for the whôre
What matters was that she destroys
And then get destroyed by her protagonist
They want a fairytale
And there's gotta be a villain.
Ofelia Oct 2017
I cry daily because of the sky... So untouchable yet beautiful, so deep and unpredictable.  It's a confidant and my greatest antagonist
It’s not too late…

to be your own hero

and it’s always too late

to be the maiden in distress

but stop being the own

villain to your story

You are the main character

not the antagonist
Jair Graham Jan 2017
One million dollars in between her fingers,
Chipped blue nail-varnish.
A cigarette; a tired frowning mouth.
Black denim jeans.
A petrol station, expensive perfume on her neck.
A flower patterned halterneck, a bottle of liquor.
The faded sun hides behind cloud bodyguards.
The woman is alone at midday,
The breeze is cool, the alcohol is sweet, her tears are hot, the mascara runs black.
She's tired; is she lonely?
She's lost, but a lone hunter.
The girl is beautiful, mid 20's with dark rolling hair and freckles.
The girl is tragic.
She wipes her eyes and leans back against the red brick wall, half concealed in shadow.
She eats an apple.. takes of her worn leather sandals,
Sits on the hot dirt, then the rainclouds come.
Rain falls and chills her clothes and skin.
She applies pale pink lipstick and calls a taxi from the payphone.
......
White peonies, 300 or more.
Dark oak coffin.
A lady in a grey fur coat, an embroidered handkerchief.
Tears, blonde hair, the smell of hairspray.
A young couple with dark eyes and bronze skin, their hands grasped.
'True Colours', a male pianist, stained glass, high ceiling, arches.
Loneliness.
Heartache.
Loss of friendship.
Aching.
Hopeful,
Fingers crossed.
Will love enter and lightning strike some wonder into the girl-woman's life?
.......
She holds her sister's cold porcelain-white hand, stops a moment to take in the tattoo of a shallow in black ink.
Elisa,
Gone.
29 years old.
Always one year between them but there might as well have been 20.
It's been four months since they met for coffee out near
the motorway where Helen was working at the time.
A golden locket; Helen places it around her sister's slim neck.
Vii HunniD Jan 2017
The imbalance on my rivals
Shows the lack of knowledge
Can not compete against me,
Elevated in enlightenment / of vivid devotion...

Solitary thoughts made me bias,
Cipher rivals got me satire -
Y'all know my chicness, can't compare.

I am emitted to make a decision,
I will not give none my "treasure chest",
I will take a chance and risk my on,
Facing my decision it's a funny feeling...
It's about a girl I like
Other guys are competing with me
To get her...
Real grief is not shared nor uttered.
Real grief is bottled and fermented in it's host.
Kate Willis Mar 2016
Once upon a time
a long time ago
in a land far away
there lived a princess,
a damsel in distress;
with a hope
that one day
her life would be made whole
with a kiss from a prince.

A prince,
a hero  of sorts.
He’s fought dragons and
monsters and
thieves.
He defended his kingdom
with all his might
with the hope
that his life would be made whole
with a perfect
damsel in distress.

At the center of the tower,
the one in which the princess lives
is a man,
of an unfortunate, horrible
evil.
And just like the princess,
and the prince,
the antagonist, the
king
is just as cliché as the rest
with a hope
That he will rule the kingdom.

The one guarding the girl,
the damsel in distress,
is the monster -
the dragon,
the one from childhood stories.
He shoots fire from his mouth
the color of blood
and he defends
the princess with all his might,
with a hope that one day
he’ll taste the prince’s blood.
Because all fairytales are cliché, right?
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