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Danika Nov 2017
I'm an angel trapped in a bubble, who is remarkably naïve.

What will happen to this angel when the bubble bleeds?

Will I fall into the depths of this horrid world or will I stand tall above the trees?

Honestly,

I think I will fall into the depths of my own naiveness, blind to what I see.
Something I wrote at 4 am
Hannah Zedaker Sep 2017
In the dark of night she danced in my room
Running rampant like a weary changeling.
Continuing replacing, hastening
Till she has taken all she can consume.
I can no longer see the bright blue moon,
Because my eyes are blurred from her raging.

In the calm though I see her cradling

But her message rings sharp; lingers and looms

I can no longer feel much anymore,
but the hunger she left inside of me
A, need, more want, materials will feed
My corpse brings flies, walks round with open sores.
All morals about me are forced to flee.
She ruined my life, a woman named Greed.
Vexren4000 Sep 2017
A toll,
Taken by reality,
A toll,
Taken from my soul,
Pain all I know,
A toll is taken from me,
By father time,
As if I am made of,
Things to be taken away.

©BAS
Eleanor Rigby Jun 2017
it's terribly humid
and this cigarette
is terribly harmful
this life is horrid
it's terribly horrid.

and i terribly die
each time
you kiss my forrid.


-- Eleanor
Not Patty Feb 2016
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums; dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting. The stealthy dancer comes undulant with cat-like steps that cling. The smile of evil crept between her painted lids, a smile. Motionless, unintelligible, she twines her fingers into mazy lines, the scarves across her fingers twine the while.
One, two, three, four glide forth, and, to and fro, delicately and imperceptibly.
You could hear the seraphs cry in between the swift dessous topped off with a jeté.
The observers watched every move, they have no idea what the young coryphée has in store.
A crimson blade covered her legs during every hypnotizing glide and sway; a matching blade for every female in the assembly, they wouldn't move from their spots on stage. They formed a pentagram with their swords; they were each so beautiful. So mesmerizing for the crowd to be graced with such pure refinement. The lead dancer gave a gesture and that's when it happened.
The girls twirled, gravitated away from their positions. Blood covers the entire floor like the rain falling; drenching the ground, dark red blood seeps into the nice hardwood floor. A body lays dead and bled out. They compiled a dance of death and evil, every pirouette sliced into the already rotted flesh. Slabs of skin thrown across the platform, horrified viewers didn't speak. Gruesome, yet beautiful. They finished and returned to their previous, assigned places of formation and the only sound is that of the maggots eating away at the rotting flesh, swallowing bites at a time adding more to the foul smell of decay.
The eyes burned onto the stage, heat built up. No one said a word; no one knew what they were suppose to say. Is it all an act? It must be, these things don't just happen, right? A few vomited because of the gut wrenching stench that overwhelmed the room.
The dancers eyes never left the floor, she simply bowed and twirled off stage; Her legs were never visible but you could see the foot prints forming behind her, they were made from blood.
this was a dream i had ???
And I wonder now if this could've been avoided
If I've kept getting help instead of pushing it away
But I guess this is what would've happened eventually
Because I never really wanted help
I just wanted to leave this hellish world
Everything's wrong
I need to talk to someone but no one is around
Its all coming back worse than before
I can't escape it
Not for a second
I try to sleep but when I close my eyes everything is even more vivid
The blood, the thoughts, the memories
No one to talk to for a couple of days
Nothing's right
Carrillo Dec 2015
We the people
Created the definition of insanity
Continuously birthing another thesis to "protect" all of humanity
Meaningless validation to destroy and mutilate such a beautiful creation in order to achieve an unreachable reflection
I hate to do this again and again
But this world has became a fantasy of pretend
We the people
Slaughtered the human race
We walk from point A to B
Motivated by revenge, trying to fill in an empty space
We the people
Are not people
We are skin that's been injected by something lethal
A combination of confusion and being "equal"
Why can't we just remain simple
celey Jul 2015
flipping the pages of the last book you made me read makes me feel like i've been suffering dyslexia for some time now
so hauntingly familiar
not in any way foreign to me
a photo falls so delicately onto my stained rug
the photo i used as a bookmark
the photo of us i've kept hidden
and forgotten
the photo of you handing a couple dollars
to somebody not in the camera's view
the photo with me beside you
gratefully smiling
as i munch on a waffle
the waffle i spit out right after
the photo that reminds me of the horrid taste of that waffle
it's taste almost as bad as what i feel for you
Cattie Unicorn Apr 2015
Knock, knock, knock.
My old front door creaked.
I went to the window to take a peak.
My hands shivering with fright, oh who could it be on the
horrible night?
As I hesitantly look out the window glare,
a puppy's whimper I hear.
Whimper, whimper, crying tears of red blood.
What ever is coming from his mouth?
Red, red indeed.
Perhaps it is an animal in need?
It's ears and tail point to the floor,
frightful sight I have to endure.
Once again, the creak of my door.
A bald man, staring back at me.
His smile so wide and his eyes as well,
full of hatred. I can tell.
His hands stained with dark red,
what have I done?
I scream and I shout,
I plead and I pout.
For such a man and dog have come to do what?
Everything turns black.
The man's smile shifts into a chuckle,
and I'm afraid this story might be my last.
Red, spread across the floor.
My blood, I can see no more.
** This is not a true story! Do not be alarmed, for pure entertainment **
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