#grim
Eerie are the shadows stirred
long side the edge of an old mans bed.
Whispers wafting through the air
the sirens singing words unsaid.
And from the twisting, twirling wind
A beauty known by only dead.
A skull emerges from the dark
the cloth was wrapping round the head.
A dress made of a spiders silk
the bones a bright pastel.
The calming, cooling, quiet trill
emerging from the shadows dwell.
Then on a voice as soft cotton
carried by a churches bell,
the writer pens his last remarks
and only they will speak his spell
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
What mirthless mastication
To sup upon the heart
To hold it all together
Just to rip it all apart
While all my teeth are grinding
Dining on a bloodied score
It beats upon my tongue
Still demanding I eat more
While the river from my chest
And the hole from which it flows
Drains me of my laughter
And all the love I've shown
To wet a barren garden
At the dirt beneath my feet
Where once I dreamt a verdant space
Until I learned deceit
Of the self and of the other
And the many others still,
The corpses line the copse
And there are bones yet on the hill
Beyond a base direction
I'm debased while I consume
A gory fabrication
Of this ***** I exhume
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:35 AM UTC
A tiny whisper sings,
leave it, I’m not feeling it.
the weight of lethargy begins to sting,
yet the only thought crossed is escaping
further into the hole, dug to now seem
to resemble a home; and the outside world
now a place where this comfort seems to go to die.
back to reality? not if I make my own.
another needle stabbed into my elbow’s fold,
another high chased knowing I’ll never feel
the way I did before.
your face erasing from my mind
as a sinister grin takes over my face.
all I think about is getting high, seemingly justifying
my withdrawing from this race.
I’m a victim, you see, not someone to blame.
however, the moment I thought I could leave it all behind,
crashing down it all came
and showed me it’s not easy to crack
the code to your own sanity;
leaving it all behind, getting the demon off your back.
it’s simple: just give in.
leave your morals at the door
and let the darkside breathe in.
leave the worries of living life free.
you’re shackled by choice,
and this hell is now your destiny.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
Come and weep,
Silently, tears will guide you to sleep,
As your lover comes to know,
The grave of water's undertow.
Another claimed,
In the name of explorer's fame,
A name, that once you pass on,
Will be all but gone.
Not a soul has ever carried it as close,
As you have for so long.
Don't be foolish,
Staring at the sea,
He is truly gone,
Even when the fleet comes rolling in,
You won't have that kiss at dawn,
He promised you as he left.
So hang your lonesome head,
The worst is yet to come,
Fill his grave with sea things,
It's all that's left of him anymore.
Your life together,
Now ancient lore,
Lock it up,
Before you wake up.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
Believe me officer,
I know the crows.
I know their black feathers,
Their call is cold,
It terrifies me.
I used to count them,
2 is safe,
3 is a warning,
4 is an omen,
5 is too late,
6 is a ******
Six means death.
So what was I to do,
When I counted seven up in the roost?
I blew them back to hell,
No more counting,
No more omens.
Is killing those **** birds,
Really a crime?
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
In the darkest hours, when no light can be found
Thoughts twist and bite, writhe and fester
As sleep escapes and eludes all struggling grasps
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
spongey bones
ten little toes
not a single cry is heard.
i did not sing when
brought into this world.
bright blue eyes
grandfather in a tie
silent doctors grim and telling lies.
"we have no reason to believe
that she is in any pain"
twisted tendons
agony, unending
reshaping, like im made of clay
sterile tubes and lights
was all I knew, for so many nights
a macabre expanse
of leather and metal in a cruel dance
the clicking like the knell at my guillotine
fear strangling with cold hands
while the sheets witness suppressed sobs
she is not yet one
but her torture is not close to done.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
In Rome,
There is silence.
Church bells lay still,
Once grand city,
Echoing the trills of black birds.
Their song, a lost cry of those who died.
In the deathly silence,
Of the plague.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:10 AM UTC
I walked in the evening,
Throughout the widow's woods.
Following the rabbling brooks,
Down to the lonesome cliff spire.
On the edge I spied a man,
A ruffled suit, head in his hands.
Slowly, I approached him,
And sat by his sorrow.
'For what are you here sir,
For why have you come to shed tears over the edge,
Straight to the rocky jaws of the gorge's floor?'
He raised his head from it's rest,
Turned it to look at I.
'My friend I have come for death,
His sweet relief and eternal rest.'
Widened did my eyes,
'But friend, it is not your time,
I see a pool of youth still in this eye which you gaze with.'
He sighed, looked back to the edge,
'Your eyes lie to you my friend,
My years of youth are gone,
But before I go take this letter,
I want not my last thoughts to go o'er these falls.'
So I did, then once it laid safe in my hands, I left,
And so did the man,
But left not to his home,
But to the end.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
Come flower child,
Join the rest,
In the autumn fields abloom.
Come flower child,
Join the patch,
In the rolling hills of autumn.
Come flower child,
Lay to rest,
Just like all the others.
Who came to the autumn fields,
Lined with stones.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
Gravedigger, gravedigger,
Why do you spend you evenings,
Dredging in the yard?
Gravedigger, gravedigger,
Does this break your heart,
That nobody else wanted to do the ***** work,
So they left you to shovel through the mud?
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
She asked me what it’s like to fall in love with someone that previously lost their first love to Grim.
I explained that unlike other couples that work together to lay one brick on another to make their own home.
I’ve been repairing a house after it was bombed. This house had marks from the bombing here and there. Deep down in her heart there is a room title first love.
It’s a room I should never open up even if everyone in this world opens up to look at it.
I’ll set my foundation in this home. And remind her that while repairing this house. She won’t have to worry about remodeling ever being done on that room….
Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 4:03 AM UTC
Our chariot soared through the tunnel
And from out of the dark, light.
The sight of the city erupting
With fires' glare burning bright,
Venom like a snake's bite.
Vast buildings careening down,
As we maneuvered around them
The air was thick with smoke
And the smell of lead & sulfur,
The ground shook in violence.
We landed in a clearing,
The end was close at hand
The limits to see it, subjective;
For many laid dead in our stead,
Many enemies & siblings come to head,
And long did we have to tread before rest.
I unfurled the flag
And hoisted it up overhead,
Flying high on the mast.
I said my prayers
And made my peace,
Before the rain began.
All around me was storming,
Shutters battered marble
Amid crys for no quarter-
Blood was to be our recompense
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC
I spent my life,
Dancing around
Tragedy.
Tried to claw
My way back
to the surface,
But the light
Never showed
itself today.
I wake from
My dreams,
With a heavy feeling,
Haunting me
Heart breaking,
And a deep sadness,
That left the very core
Of me frozen with the reality
A stark realization
That love was
never meant to be.
Miserable as can be,
I accept some things
never change,
But I can’t will it away.
Tragedy is here to stay.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 11:43 AM UTC
He came up to me this guy and introduced
himself
"Hello", he said, "I'm You"
I looked at him uncomprehendingly, even a
little afraid
I thought 'How can you be me, I'm me... not
you'
It's like he'd come to take me over
He was after my pronouns
He wanted to own me
It was like Invasion of the Body Snatchers
Or the Angel of Death, the Grim Reaper come
to get me
I was about to take off running down the
road
I thought "You can't take me, I... I'm already
taken
Then I thought 'If you're me then who am I,
I'm what then....
Maybe that was it, maybe I was a What now
And he... he was a What-not or a not-What
"You! You're You", I said back to him a little
doubtfully
"You", he said again this time with emphasis,
"You O'Brien"
I looked at him closely "You, you're You O'Brien" I said slowly confirming what he'd
just said/told me
Then it hit me You!... Hugh the Borg from Star Trek (the Next Generation LoL), that episode the Borg collective Guy becomes an individual
"You're Hugh" I said greatly relieved, you're
Hugh, Hugh with a H
It was like I'd been released 'So you're not
me after all'.
When he'd gone though I thought, maybe if he had of being me he might have made a better job of being me than I did.
Feb 12, 2023
Feb 12, 2023 at 11:23 AM UTC
Mundane celebrations to mask our ever closing demise
Working 9 to 5s, never fully enjoying our limited lives
Never knowing which day will be our last
So we choose to slave away for a world
That we will never fully experience
In the hopes our successors will enjoy the fruits of our labor
But inevitably enjoy the same propaganda pamphlets that their parents once read
And slave for a world, that their successors might enjoy
All the while, the reapers scythe sharpens.
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
The chalky Cliffs of Dover crumble in my fist.
Tucked away neatly in my pocket.
I have the power to become a person completely in control.
The tension seething in my chest no longer.
All I need is the key.
A simple motion not readily accepted by the masses.
'Tis not we who wait for the dust to settle but for the dust to settle we.
The reuptake of life hidden but always near.
We care not for the hands that pass the life from person to person.
For they could be from the grimiest of grim and still our hands are cupped for their foul crooked benevolence.
We are gods and what is purity without the soot and **** and **** to define it.
Synthetic courage and emotional restraint what more could the people want.
Only a few care for the real me, the anxiety, the truth.
Why pander the rest when I have complete control within a plastic seal, tucked neatly in my pocket.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
The man delves in the grim settings of rooms,
Tickling bones of the dark,
Perusing silences so beautiful and monstrous,
Gazing at oddities so dead and alive.
These settings communicate a bunch of languages,
Sometimes, even gibberish.
Wrapped in a trance, the man becomes a tune in the song.
He becomes the friend of the loner.
He becomes the itch of the room.
Pouring out his reality, he becomes the air of the room.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Where does it end?
Where does it begin?
Is there a start at all?
Or has it just always been?
The cycle starts again.
Feels like I’ve been in this place before,
On the ground crawling on all fours.
Another lap around this body,
Swallowing the serpents tail.
It hisses just behind me,
Covering every track I make,
When my eyes turn to see the trail,
It’ll be consumed by the snake.
My own ouroboros.
Muscles expand and contract,
Pulling me further in.
I feel myself dissolving,
The future is the past again.
**** the lights,
Take my eyes,
I don’t want to see,
The repeat of me.
My own ouroboros.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
Everything seemed to be going against him
Everything seemed grim
Even the brightest of lights looked dim
The burden on his mind had reached the brim
But then he found a silver lining in this horror
It resulted in the birth of a poet and author
Now there was no time he considered a bad time.
All it was was more content to write about and rhyme!
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
It’s true you live you die,
And in-betweens there is life.
Some happy some sad,
Some good some bad.
Sometimes uplifting and glorious in your life
Sometimes dark and soul destroying.
Time does not go on,
when I am abroad.
Collecting souls of the listed names.
Name, title, wealth nor education matter,
when the strings of life are cut.
When your time is up its up.
No bargains to be struck or deals to be done,
Life just stops dead.
The end.
What you say, so short a life I need more time
To amass more wealth or power.
Alas it is not so for all you do
Is grab and take.
You seldom care or look or listen.
To the world you hurt, you miss her dying,
in your haste you do not see her cries of pain.
So few see what most are missing.
Take care of her for I may reap your soul,
but as I walk through out your land,
you must by now know that you're the ones,
who **** your land, sea the air you breath.
Through greed and power, into the mire of wanton destruction.
Most will not know what they had until it’s gone.
A few good men and women try.
Try while your world cries out for help.
Still I walk through this land, collecting the souls
of a few good men and women for as I have said
when your time is up its up and my book grows
thinner by the hour.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
I start to ponder the grim
On particularly slow days
That if I can't be here to stay
Just thinking with a simple whim
That the sun will still shine it's rays
Life would go on If I were to die today
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Pages hanging on
By a breadth of
A mere molecule
Paper hearts
And discarded minds
Holding on to life
By a brief tether
Sawed,
By auspicious grim.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC