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jonni inferno Jul 2018
i met her    
in a waking dream    
as i walked beside    
the sylvar stream    
whose chattering laughter    
shifted suddenly    
into a sylvar pool    
of enchanted silence    
a mirrored glaze    
in muted    
misty
dawning rays    
    
her cascading mane    
a crimson flare    
sea-green eyes    
alluring stare    
my heart stopped    
to see her there    
reposed    
'pon a verdant garden lee 
beside    
the misting sylvar mere    
'neath    
the weeping willow trees    
    
dahlia lips    
whispering desire    
vermilion plunder splayed    
spellbound 
by her charms    
heart pounding    
thundering    
captured    
i stay    
an' wi' faire
lithesome beauty lay    
'pon a lush an' vibrant field    
beside    
the misting sylvar mere    
'neath    
the weeping willow trees    
    
we lay there    
lost in time    
locked    
in the silence 
of kindred minds    
an' i knew her name    
tho she spoke it not    
sipped i then
the misty morning dew    
from precious lips
that from me drew    
all that i    
ever thought    
or felt    
or knew
'pon the grasses lush and green    
beside    
the softly glowing mere    
'neath    
the weeping willow trees    
    
soft sings    
the whippoorwill    
the meadowlark    
an' mourning dove    
their voices weaving spells    
for lover's yearning hearts    
in the meadow    
by the way    
where my love an' i    
do lay    
entwined  
'pon the gleaming sylvan shore    
beside    
the shining crystal lake    
'neath
the weeping willow trees    
    
alas    
the dawning days    
were passing
when came malevolence    
within
a thund'ring tempest    
lightnings flashed
in ragged gashes
'cross the heaven's    
stygian passes
an' from those
gnawing caverns
spewed
a raging
howling
demon's brood
an' down flew they
by the sylvar stream
where my love
and i
entranced
did lay
beside
the mystic sylvar lake
'neath
the weeping willow trees
    
then from my arms    
vile creatures tore    
my lifesong    
my heart's blood    
my one    
and only love
her scintillating form    
they ripped    
her silent
piercing cries    
bleeding    
thru my soul
an' took her they  
far from this    
battered    
desert shore    
as her soundless    
painful    
chorus fades    
an' leaves me
here alone    
to stand    
'pon these shifting lifeless sands    
beside    
this sylvar lake of tears    
'neath    
the weeping willow trees    
    
the meadowlark    
her spellsong sings    
thru ebon winter's    
weathering    
the silver stream    
her laughter froze    
this heart    
once fire    
a soulless stone    
    
so now this raven
winged    
doth fly
to scour the bruised    
an' shadowed skies    
to find my dove    
an' bring her home    
to lay
'pon these frozen brittle stones
beside
the darkened sylvar tarn
'neath    
the weeping willow trees    
    
thru timeless age    
an' dangerous realms    
i followed    
her silent    
morbid    
ravenings    
as her grisly    
mewling pleas    
hollowed out my soul    
'til at last    
i found her    
chained an' bound    
lost    
deep within    
peculiar planes    
an' baneful realms    
far from    
the laughing sylvar stream    
far from    
the weeping willow trees    
    
her lament    
of bitter tears    
an' fear    
sliced    
thru my defenses    
a doomed    
pernicious heart    
she was    
wandering    
thru deepest depths    
where madness reigns    
all hope destroyed    
hell's minions    
reveled
unconstrained    
    
my dove    
called i    
my love    
'tis i    
once more    
thrice more  
time  
and time again    
till finally    
she hearkened    
to my voice    
    
true love    
recall us    
you and i    
dancing    
thru ageless realms    
consider us    
twirling    
under heaven's wings    
she
spinning
at my fingertips

an' i  
drew her then    
breathless    
into my arms    
ambrosia lips    
her sweet alms    
from her dark pain    
i did drink    
of her    
malignant sorrow    
i did partake  
my questing    
thirsting hunger    
willingly  
did i sate  
gathering all    
her shattered pieces    
from those altered    
blighted    
reaches
    
chains    
now broken    
i carried her
'pon wings    
of true love's    
sylvar light    
far from    
these darksworn legions    
into    
the dawning night's    
farthest regions    
    
an' there    
close by    
the laughing    
whispering    
sylvar stream    
lay her gently    
'pon the verdant flowing shore    
beside
our gleaming slyvar mere    
'neath    
our weeping willow trees    
    
under glimmering    
starlit heavens    
sing    
the whippoorwill    
the meadowlark    
an' mourning dove    
whose soulful songs    
compose    
for yearning lovers    
charms of hope    
where pools    
the laughing    
sylvar stream    
whose mirrored gaze    
draws us deep within    
celestial    
starlit    
wanderings    
  
as the wind    
whispering
sighs    
thru our hearts  
as we lay entwined    
'pon a verdant garden lee    
beside  
our misting sylvar mere    
'neath  
our silent    
weeping  
willow trees    
      
p j upchurch
Jester Andre Jul 2018
I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth as I gulped;
My head tilted upwards and stared at the sky filled with the
blue color that reminds me of your eyes filled with
wonders, trying not to look directly into the windows of your
soul;
I did all these not to suppress my anger, but something even more
difficult;
But no matter what I do, everything is not under my
control and will
never be
For these tears still streamed down my cheeks filled with deep sorrow and melancholy;
Yes, it's hard;
It's making me bleed so much that I feel like I'm dying yet still continuing to
breathe;
It's far more arduous than any predicament that I have encountered in my whole existence;
Yet I still have to do it;
For I cannot continue any longer to hurt you by offering you my heart, my dear;
As you continue to heal and purify all my sins
While all I ever do is
corrupt
your soul and drag you in the the deepest and darkest abyss that I call
home;
Darling, I am now setting you free and breaking the chains that
restrict
you from ascending into the
limitless sky where you truly
belong, so flap you wings
and fly to your
well-being;
Goodbye.
Nexus Jul 2018
*******! I'm a ******, got no grit and finds life hard.
Got ***** whipped and now I can't get hard. Gonna sing myself to sleep and dream of discharge.
Walk a mile, fake a smile, i'm stuck as a child.
Fighting my mind, desperately trying not to be evil.
People dying, I see them. A voice, it tells me to eat them.
I know your insides I can practically feel them,
Every bone, every muscle and tendon.
Skinless people feel they need to follow me around,
I try to run but they catch up and pin me to the ground.
Pry my mouth wide, put your tongue inside and suddenly there's no sound.
A white noise fills my mind and a darkness washes over my eyes.
I'm skinless too, I can join those who used to follow me, through the red I see blonde.
Lips i need to kiss, a skinless body I need to hold.
-Bradley M Hodgson
Kwamé Jul 2018
I once wanted to live underwater but how long could I hold my breath?
I now seek a place on that mountaintop
Just grow a pair of wings and soar high in the sky
Skimming through the clouds
As I wonder,
How high can I fly, before destiny intervenes
And I suffer a fate no different than Icarus?
Madison Jul 2018
Darling,
It wasn't my mistake,
You trusted me.
I was your only friend in the dark,
Your little secret,
Your little demon,
You were so beautiful before you broke.
Nobody could ever love some one like you.
Now you're worthless.
Without your looks you're nothing,
Without my voice you're lost,
Can't you see darling,
Your mind is broken,
But I'll take care of you darling,
Just do what I say and you will be beautiful again.
I love you darling.
Pyrrha Jul 2018
Crawling through my brain till it has made channels connecting to tunnels like little circuits replacing my nerves, the little worm I call Loneliness wriggles onward.

A constant motion of forward goes that worm, bringing with it a never ending feeling of monachopsis.
Day after day it dwells in my mind as the worm carries on.

It adapts and evolves finding a solution to every mastermind plot I find from removing this creature, this beast, this worm from my mind.

“Friendship is betrayal, they all leave and deceive in the end,” it whispers through my head as if another conscience inside my being.

I fear the worms words and obey every command. Dare I disobey what dismay would come my way?

“Happiness is a lie along with perfection, never trace your hands along such deadly lines, the lines of which a mortal mind should never tread,” he says using my beliefs against me. “Happiness is for those who belong, not for you, never for you!”

The worm screams those words through my mind anytime I laugh or smile reminding me not to be so daft.

Oh beautiful, wonderful,brilliant demon of mine.
Keeping me from trying to find ways to end the suffering in my life

Morbid torment in the back of my mind,
Keeping me from trying to find ways to silence the loneliness screaming within, bringing me further into the dark.

What would I do without you, dear Loneliness?
You cloud my mind and free me from my foolish desires.

Why should I not be alone?
If I was meant to feel together,
Then together surely I would feel.

Why should I feel happiness when happiness isn’t mine?
How selfish I would be without you holy creature,
Beautiful blessed worm of wonder.
Monachopsis- A subtle yet persistent feeling of not belonging
This is one of the first poems I wrote this year, it's what reminded me of why I love poetry. It provides a place to hold my thoughts.
Harry Roberts Jul 2018
I Call To The Heavens, Hope I Hear From The Seraphim.
Called To The Circles,
I Circle Inferno,
Fly Away From This Hell & Into Paradiso.
Scented Petrichor On The Air, Earthly Sweetness Taken There,
Birds All Sing With Not One Care,
Scales In Balance All Is Fair.
Divine Being Six Wings Spread,
A Blinding Halo On Her Head,
Guiding The Worthy From The Dead.
To Much Light For The Darkest Dread,
So Absence Stays In The Taken's Stead,
The Chosen Rise To Sink Like Lead.
Harry Roberts - The Seraphim © 12/07/18
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
The Deceiver.


There’s a demon in the ceiling;
I can see it looking down on me.
It is in the walls now;
Who do I call now?
I can’t stop it;
Here it comes to **** me.


I sit in silence; I’m too frightened,
To make a sound or run away from it.


It starts to talk to me, but I can’t understand.
It gets angry and then the lamp goes bang!
The bulb explodes and the curtains fly open!
I’m so frightened, but my mouth is still trying to speak;
But I cannot speak,
Because the demons mind,
Seems to have control of mine.


Whispered whispers…
Sinister hisses.
The whole room flashes and I am taken away…


I don’t recognize this place;
I hear a scream of pain.
I see the future and I can see her face.
I beg for salvation, but no one is listening;
The knife is glistening and then her screams die out.


Whispered whispers…
I still hear them.
They are in my head now
And I can’t see a way out.


Darkness surrounds me;
I am guilty.
I never did it;
Diminished capacity.


In the mirror I see a figure;
It looks like me, but a demon lurks beneath the surface.
I am helpless; I don’t want to do this,
But still it comes with another sick request.


Number two now;
One of a few soon.
One day I will lose count;
The way I am losing my mind, inside this gloomy room.
Piece by piece,
It goes little by little.
Belief is fading now that I will ever escape this evil.


It’s in my mind now,
It’s in my life now.
I keep losing time and I awake to another cry.


Another midnight.
Another moon light.
Another dead body.
Not one witness in sight.


It has a taste now;
A taste for blood.
It carries on killing
And I cannot escape its evil clutch.


I speak to a preacher.
I tell him of my demon;
But I keep secret all the things that the demon has done.
Let me heal you;
Let me banish it.
He tried in vain to save this fallen son.


Now I am a beast man;
Something made by chance.
The preacher falls down dead
And the demon does a little dance.
It took an axe to stop him…
But someone had called the cops in.


Now I’m in prison and the demon just laughs at me.
I tried to tell you your soul was always mine.
You simply borrowed it from me
And now you are on borrowed time.
Your death is coming;
Time to start running.
Your soul is mine
And your body is useless to this being.


We are both in Hell now; me and the demon.
The fires are burning all around me
And the demon just sits there singing.


“He sold his soul for a little gold
And now he is doomed to spend eternity in the flames.
He sold his soul for a little gold
And now he is doomed to spend eternity in the flames.”


He is called The Deceiver.
The Dream Weaver.
A nightmare born inside a different time,
Inside a broken mind.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Musically yours


I can hear a lyre,
Singing behind the fire.
Liar, liar, pants on fire;
The Devil is a guitar hero and he lives down in the mire.


Music tells you what to think
And allows you to think for yourself at the same time.
Music allows me to say what I mean,
So this is why I write words that rhyme.


It's like splitting an atom;
What's yours becomes mine and I hope I blow a mind.
I had better write a song before the thought is gone,
Before I bid you goodbye with a peace sign.


As flames dance up and down in the mist,
A thought sparks into life.
Who is the demon?  The man or the myth?
Dancing in the bushes; dancing in the night.


Bushido fighter, samurai;
As time goes by I hear a tune.
Like a sword swiping through a jungle vine,
The words sink into my soul and wash away my pain and I am anew.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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