#goblin
O Autumn! thou hast splendidly array'd
Nature, whose robes are treasure-rich with colour.
A patchy quilt of dying leaves decay'd,
Thou blanketest the world with deathly dolour.
I hear a voice inside my head. I list.
"Come buy, come buy," I hear in my mind's ear.
The pulse doth quicken suddenly in my wrist:
The netherworld hath never been so near.
I hearken to the rattling of the leaves
That hang like vampyre bats from skeletal trees.
The songful birds that nested 'neath the eaves
Have long since flown away with high degrees.
I'm cold and getting colder, and my breath
Is telling me I'm close to coming Death.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
I know myself better than you.
In my heart there is a banshee waiting to drown themselves on the shores of a beach covered in discarded glass.
Her body ragged, bruised, and gaunt in every view.
She’s sharp and harsh with every cut that may pass.
Her hair obscures her eyes with a taupe wash of strands.
She pierces into the tiny drums with a venom only meant to break my spirit and erode past the bones.
Into my soul she will cut with those talons on her hands.
I can’t progress without her because she is my cornerstone.
My foundation would collapse without her haunting inside.
She’s seen my cracks and my missing parts.
Instead of leaving me numb she waters my plants.
Together we craft love and we create art.
She raised the goblin in my head to laugh and dance.
He leads us through her pain.
It’s something that helps me smile no matter how heavy the rain.
He swallows the flames we light each day or eliminates the obstacles in our way.
His skin so full and flushed;
It contrasts so greatly with her hair unbrushed.
His eyes so clear, bright, and colorful.
I can feel the joy radiate so extensively.
What he gives so soft like the silky breeze she echoes back with a call so guttural.
I always valued him more so selfishly.
There would be no him without her.
There would be no parts in me without the parts I don’t prefer.
So before you tell me that I’m intense or too much;
I hope you see how important they both are inside.
They are more than the things you can see or touch.
They are every laugh that I’ve had or every tear that I’ve cried.
I don’t need you to believe that I am the right amount between too much and just enough for you.
I believe in my own beauty and wholeness; we all do.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 8:29 PM UTC
a wobbily lip
the woe behind the wobbily lip :
a hobbily goblin did cause the wobbily worry
(and the wobbily lip
that did it
woefully
follow)
the hobbily goblin extended a mit
'i mean to be friendly'
suggested this from it
'my name tag says 'Bobert''
it bellowed in a fit
the wobbily lip fled
it's owner scared
socks from its wit
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
King of the goblins.
How contends your pallid throne?
Was it worth your dreams?
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
The Physics of Love
Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet.
A girl who moves like a flower petal
pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then,
like Newton’s apple,
I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her,
with a thump.
With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
Are some things meant to be broken,
So that we shouldn't have them anymore...?
Are some things meant to be lost,
So that we won't have to find them
anymore...?
Are some things meant to be forgotten,
So that we don't have to remember
anymore...?
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
She really wants him to be her lover but the deity decided to set a game of love where two souls were born almost at the same time but in a different place. Thus, their love story remains unknown to the both of them.
She doesn’t really know what she looks for in a man but her heart aches for someone she doesn’t even know.
He reminds her of the cherry blossoms in spring when she started falling for him. He reminds her of the rain and how it falls down just like how her tears would. He reminds her of a sad love song just like their sad love story. It’s like he’s actually there but she’s unable to touch him.
She knows she can just find another man to begin her love story with; someone she knows, verily. But the feeling won’t be the same.
She can’t seem to fathom why she loves that particular feeling of loving someone unknown even though it pains her. Indeed, she’s trapped by the love she has, only she doesn't want to break free.
How astonishing it is that an unknown man is capable of making her feel that way ― that no man she knows had made her feel.
She wants to find him and end her longingness but she doesn’t know how.
Even if she walks his street, they’ll less likely meet. It doesn’t happen easily. They’re not in the movies. She doesn’t even know who is she looking for. All she knows is that he’s there when spring comes, when the rain falls and when a sad love song starts to play.
Still, she’s uncertain if she will ever meet that man but maybe... that’s how the deity wants their game of love to be ― to remain unknown.
But no, she won’t lose to the deity’s game. She will find him and she will end the game. Their love will bloom in a different season. And he will no longer remind her of the rain and the sad love songs. He will no longer be someone unknown and they can finally begin their love story.
That, she promised.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
So, on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, Doby Greenhorn prepared to leave. He packed some provisions; a compass, a large box of matches, some rope, a leather bottle full of water, a little money, a sturdy walking stick and some other odds and ends his mother threw at him. And, as the poem goes…
“As I set out, in early morn, the whole world for to see,
These are the things my blessed mother, came and said to me.”
“Beware the fettered Giant, In the valley down below! Restrained by iron ringlets, near the well where lovers go…
Beware the flaxen Ferry, if you see him down the lane, he’ll offer you the world and more, but only bring you pain…
Be not dismayed by goblins if they’re out during the day, just teach them a new riddle and they’ll let you on your way.
A blackened cat upon the road will bring bad luck it’s said, unless you chase it down at once, and beat it till it’s dead!
But most important, is that song, which lures all men near… The sound like golden honey being spooned into your ear! A song which sparks that deepest longing, a sense of warmth and cheer!
The song of evil Sirens is the thing which most I fear…
So put thy hand across thy breast and make a solemn pledge, to never follow lilting tunes up to the waters edge!
And if you do, and see a maiden bathing in the sun, more beautiful then any queen that ever had been won! With eyes as green as sun bleached moss and face pleasant and fun, Who’s magic makes it quite impossible for you to run!
Then draw thy dagger from thy waist and place it to thy beating heart, and plunge that steel with all thy strength, to lay thy noble breast apart!
Far better be, to take thy life and keep thy soul embowered, then ever kiss those bitter lips and have thy flesh devoured!
For Sirens never eat the dead, and though thy blood runs ruby red, thy honor rests upon thy head, and follows thee to life after…”
”I made the pledge, and kissed her face, and off I went my path to chase! With dagger hanging from my waist… That dagger dangling at my waist… “
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
where do i end and you begin?
in the grasp, you hold me in,
when i am merely a summer breeze
or a kiss of death.
what am i to you,
if nothing more than
crashing symphonies
playing tone-deaf melodies?
i am entirely unto you,
bound to your grace
where i am held, hostage;
in the belief that if you kiss my poisonous lips
and seek refuge
where i do not deserve
such a happily ever after
but a gravestone next to yours.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Mass is not proportional to volume
A girl as small as a violet
A girl who moves like a flower’s petal
She attracts me with a force greater than her mass
Now, I
am like Newton’s apple
Rolled and fell toward her unstoppably
With a thump, a thump
My heart
Keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground
It was my first love.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
a mortal, unfortunate, unwelcome to earth
for he holds the sword, and never rebirth
in this first life of his, still on agony
waiting for his bride and prayed for the deity
to remove the sword that was pierced on his chest
just to stop breathing and be on a rest
yet so unlucky, because of this futile punishment
alive yet experiencing the sensation of torment
only his bride can change the prophecy
moments had passed, but it was a catastrophe
his bride can’t remove the sword
so the goblin insisted that his bride is absurd
the deity appeared and spill out the honesty
only true love can change the present reality
the wife fell inlove truly with the goblin
yet, death is following her within
they fought death and the power of the gods
hope were the only miracle behind those odds
but the unexpected has brought something strange
the girl died so the future will never be change
the goblin waits hundreds of years for her wife to come back
until now, he waits and waits for her wife to come back..
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
For 939 years he is living
To live such a long long long life
I do not know if it is a curse or a blessing
Centuries swiftly passes somehow
Past to present, present to future
He was there before, he is here until now
Every death of friend or foe
He witnesses and will never forget
Left alone, soul is full of woe
The Goblin’s immortality
Was said to be a punishment
And never an eternal tranquility
The sword stuck in his heart
Is the key to death he longed for
Then only his life and misery will depart
It is only the Goblin’s bride
Can pull out the sword in his chest
So for centuries he searched for a wife
Until fate finally reveals itself
One look, ahh, a lovely bride he met
Sad love he utters to himself
This love will cause him death
But after a long time, it made him feel alive
Now he don’t want to lose his breath
But his choice will only bring demise
And his newly found happiness
Will only last until his bride dies
Pull out the sword, the Goblin will turn into ashes
Let him live and his bride will die
What a tragic story, love until one perishes
*“I have to disappear to make you smile
This is the decision I have to make,
I have to end my life”*
It was long ago planned by a diety
Immortality not a reward but a punishment
A sad love, it was their destiny
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
All I see when i look at me is a goblin
A monster, an insatiable beast
A zombie with the urge to feast
I try to repress the hunger with gin
Or any other type of sin
But that only adds to the madness
Like Edgar i live in total darkness
My sanity is slowly slipping away
I've been like this forever and a day
I drift through day's in a heavy haze
I wish to be caught up in the happiness craze.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Every time I look into the mirror,
I see it in my face
I'm possessed by the goblin child
Who'll destroy the human race, though,
I haven't forgotten hope
I know the ancient lore,
God will strike me down
To Hell, forevermore
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
I want to be where the night hags scream
As they feed off the fears of man
I want to live where the nightmares are dreamed
And survey the scorched desert lands
I want to hide in the goblin's lair
Slipping out for a taste from the ***
Where he cooks the men who journey there
And feasts on them while they're hot
I want to fly through the midnight sky
With the vampires who feed
On unknowing victims from throats and thighs
I want to see them bleed
I want to live like it's All Hallow's Eve
Titillated all year by every scare
But since I can not I do things unseen
So, my dear friends, BEWARE
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Once upon a time...
You & I lived lives divided
Until by fate we were united
When we first lit the fire
Once upon a time
I would watch you from a distance
Desired you, but stayed resistant
To the Urges that would cloud my mind
with Wickedness, persistent
Your perfect fairy wings
Fluttered lightly in the wind
And though I did the best I could
My thoughts were wrought with sin
And I desired you like mad
For the Angel that I had
Left me burning despicably
With wretched flames within
And You
were so
Inviting.
Your Body
Ripe
for the Taking.
Guarded you were
Behind Gates of the Dragon
Yet I watched you intently
Plotting my Ransom
Waiting on the right moment to strike
To steal you away from your
Protected Life
And to take you back with me
Into my Cell
In the dark and abysmal cave where I dwell
To teach you the ways
Us Creatures gain pleasure
To make you my Slave
And to ransack your Treasures
And then came the day
That you broke away
From the Chains
That held you to where you were safe
I saw you
And watched you
and Stalked you
Intently
While you were out searching the world
Innocently
And then,
When you were finally in reach
And we were Alone
I snatched you away
from the flowers and reeds
And stole you back with me
into my home
A cold and depressing
Dungeon of Stone
Your protector was gone
And you were all mine
When we were alone
Lost somewhere in time
And to my shock, and utter surprise
You became the flame that lit up my eyes
And slowly but surely as days slipped by
I became yours more than you became mine
And then, you escaped
or did I let you get away?
You emerged from my cave
Beautiful, unscathed
I just couldn't bring myself
to be one you hate
When your love is so sweet
I just couldn't betray it
But then, I thought
of you out in the world
Alone
On your own
My sweet pixie girl
And I couldn't
JUST COULDN'T
Handle the thought
of a Monster like me
Dragging you through the mud
Coveting you
the way that I do
But most of All
Tasting your Love
Staying put was so much harder than
trying to be your Guardian
and Rescue you
and Shelter you
from any more Hate or Abuse
And now I see my sins
Led me out of the darkness within
Into the sunshine of your life -
Where I found the Source of Light
I needed to keep me alive
And I feel like I owe you my life
And now you're free from my Prison
but I guess, so am I, in essence
In the end, the Fairy
Showed the Goblin,
He longed to be a Prince.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC