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Pride Ed Nov 2014
Held captive in hell by memories of thee,
And every deceit that has befallen me.
I’ll break these chains like damaged bone;
Fractured clean and broken free
Like a corpse flung from the throne,
Cast aside cold and alone.
With this blood from boiling vein,
Your pain I seek in echoed refrain.
I elicit the shadows in ravenous streams;
The unhinged ire of fallen dark dreams!
My abhorred soldiers shall win my new throne
Whilst I extract my new crown and twist swollen bone!
For every torment that has befallen me
Will be ****** upon thee, times three!
With nasty chains formed from the bone,
I’ll restrain haughty might no reparation can atone!
This chanted bane is most fitting for thee,
As your pain will fill me with sadistic glee!
So mote it be!
Originally published to Lover Of Darkness on Oct 29, 2014.
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
No peace in empire  .  .  .
Blind surveil themselves freely,
  .  .  .  Perpetual war.
The world of George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four exists in a state of perpetual war among the three major powers. At any given time, two of the three states are aligned against the third; for example Oceania and Eurasia against Eastasia or Eurasia and Eastasia against Oceania. However, as Goldstein's book points out, each Superstate is so powerful that even an alliance of the other two cannot destroy it, resulting in a continuing stalemate. From time to time, one of the states betrays its ally and sides with its former enemy. In Oceania, when this occurs, the Ministry of Truth rewrites history to make it appear that the current state of affairs is the way it has always been, and documents with contradictory information are destroyed in the memory hole.

A dystopia (from the Greek δυσ- and τόπος, alternatively, cacotopia, kakotopia, or anti-utopia) is a community or society that is in some important way undesirable or frightening. It is literally translated as "not-good bad-place" and synonymous with the opposite of utopia. Such societies appear in many artistic works, particularly in stories set in a future. Dystopias are often characterized by dehumanization, totalitarian governments, environmental disaster, or other characteristics associated with a cataclysmic decline in society.
Zia Oct 2014
words that bleed from my pen
feel like a curse to me
the thoughts that haunt me
every second

of every minute

of every hour

of every day...
ZL Oct 2014
deeper than the skies
is the mystery of her eyes

deeper than the ocean
is the dance of her walk in motion

deeper than the wild
is her voice so powerful but tenderly mild

deeper than the depths of the universe, falling in love
with such a girl is yet, but a blessing and a curse...
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Surprise surprise what can I say?
My life is rolling all over again
I cannot pretend it's not déjà vu
It must be the soul I cannot sustain
It's like a curse was put in my way
Inside a gift was dipped in some pain
For mercy, I beg you to help me my Lord
Don't let me inhale my memories again
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
October 13th, 2014
I still remember
the first time my lips
touched yours

I still remember
how my lips felt
after the first kiss,
after every kiss

Every kiss felt like the first
My heart stopped
with every kiss
you blessed me with

I still remember
your smell when we first hugged
I still remember
the feeling on my back
with your hands touching it
every time you hugged me.. back
(I say back because you never initiated anything)

Your name still moves my heart
Your name still brings tears into my eyes
Happy and sad tears

My mind still goes back
to the moment our eyes first met

Our firsts, seconds, thirds...
are all saved in my memory

Making you giggle
was my favorite thing to do

Your smile
Your laugh
Your happiness
Still means the world to me

I care about your happiness
more than I care about mine
I think about your comfort
more than I think about mine

You engraved yourself
into my heart
without even knowing

Your name is my tongue's favorite

As days have gone by
You forgot all about me
But I...
I still remember all of you
Funny how I have a really bad memory with everything except things related to you. I wish someday I'd mean as much to you as you mean to me. I am alway the one who loves and cares more, that is both my curse and blessing.
III Sep 2014
His eyes flickered so brilliantly
He'd often melt his skin.
Miss Cornelia Sep 2014
?
They said that love could be either a bless or a curse.

then,

**You are my favorite curse
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