#horns
As I stand — in the stillness of the night, buried in
contemplation, a tombstone looms above my head piercing
into an idea, with these horns; to charge directly at vivid
imagination. Shrouded in the night’s dead darkness; the
only colours that dance around are the deep, dark hues
that cling to my black horns – _tainted._
Formless creatures haunting the silhouettes of all dreams
their fragmented forms concealing hidden depths and
buried truths — echoes of old traumas from the days of
youth, a troubled youth, long neglected – _abused._
The more these horns are trimmed, the longer they seem
to stretch – spiralling directly into my vision; all I
perceive is darkness.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 4:40 PM UTC
Evry woman is the 🌙
Evry 👨 is the Sun
Who is the Eternal One
Arent 🇺🇸 All
And if We are Eternal
Why is it that we Fall
So Listen Closely
And,
Hear Me Still
We Are One
No need to Fear
Let Us Become One
Thru the many seasons
Thru the many years
I 💘 U
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 9:22 AM UTC
I
Love
You
For everything you are
What you have done
To and for me
What can you
Become
When all Earth's pleasures
Are both taken away and fulfilled
Because I am the 🌙
In all her phases
Don't be afraid.
I'm still here
For you
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
I took ten lives
to save a thousand
I lost a battle
to win a war
To hold up the halo
I got my horns,
because I cannot take the rose,
without taking all its thorns.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
I would claim that I've been lied to
say that I have been wronged
tell you that I didn't deserve it.
But I did.
I was born with hooked claws
and sharp teeth. Black eyes
and a scaled hide
the chains around my neck clink and tap
against the spines I've grown
If you look close enough I'll sprout horns
perhaps lightning will crackle
in the corners of my mouth.
Can you see me for what I am?
A miscount, a fatal error
something bound for hell mistakenly wrapped
and hidden in human skin.
I still smell like smoke, and I still taste like war
I deserve no mercy and kindness will **** me.
What a stupid thing I have been,
to convince myself that I was anything other
than a car crash and a hurricane
In human skin.
My sin was to love and break with the same hands
to admire that which I would defile
and to trust those who promised sanctuary.
Under the guise of friends
they penned my story,
gave me my name, cast my role:
A Villain
A devil
And so I'll stretch my blackened lips
run my tongue over my teeth
and smile with the tears running down my cheek.
"hail satan"
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC
Behold the dreadful Horns of Red
The Beasts who trample o’er the dead
Who roar and gore and raise their heads
In challenge to the One who bled –
The One who willfully was pierced
Whose will is strong, whose love is fierce
Who crushes Altars men revere
That they may see through their veneer
.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
_You tilted your halo at me,
While I was polishing my horns,
A twinkle in your eye,
A prayer on your lips;
I can resist anything except temptation.
Can you?_
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
I was born into this, something I never wanted. And all of my life, I've been running, hunted. We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes. You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake. I am the sole survivor, the last of my race. I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate.
You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean? The only monster I see is you. Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through. Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few. Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me. Stop lying to yourself. Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely? Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit. Why can't you understand? Monsters have feelings too.
Though, it is too late to go back to peace. The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me. And now, I will never be free. I'm forever running from your conceit. I have done nothing to bring you to this. I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss. I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed. I have to hide in caverns deep. In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep.
I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before. My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars. In anguish, I roar. My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn. I've given up on living any longer. It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
The devil took control of your mind
The mixed signals blurred all the lines.
He became your pink soft lips
Spreading his evil into my mouth.
Your fingers no longer caressed but pierced
The flesh of my arms and face.
Still I stroked your horns tenderly
And polished your pitchfork with obedience.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Tilted sword please spare my bow and arrow
I beg you not to throw your violet venom unto my wings of sparrow
Have mercy on my slicked backed and chipped horns
Less I throw my guardian and with him my thorns
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Imagining
Georgia O’Keeffe
Goddess
In her own right
Melting away
In a gas guzzler
Meditative escape pod
Disguised as a thermal barrier
Your mind is out there
You pay attention
Everything is Alien
Luna appears
Radiating Bull horns
Like a crescent moon
Balancing on the horizon
Magically moving along
The plane of the ecliptic
Maybe for a millisecond
Crab Nebula
Sneezed the brilliance
That caused the most beautiful
Reflection
That is you
Only the very lucky
Get to see
Black feather floating
Like a random propitious sign
From the heavens
I ******* love you
For showing me
Every forever is a
Second to enjoy
One Love
8/10/2018
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Just like Lucifer you fell down,
painting horns attached to your crown,
breaking my heart in a small town,
before heading to the showdown.
Your wings have never looked so sharp,
I tip-toe away from the scarp,
Frantically looking around,
before heading to the showdown.
I was good and I gave my best,
you kept staring, hurting my chest ,
my new friend's homes in a ghost town,
before heading to the showdown.
I dropped my weapons at the fight,
Can't we finally make this right?
the devil comes with a count down,
before heading to the showdown.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
It’s too late to go back,
My love,
To when you said time
Would stand still,
When the sun sat behind
The trees at dawn,
When the leaves fell
For the autumn
And drank the dew
Off the sappy grass meadows
That rolled out beyond your toes.
It’s too late to go back
To when you said
Always,
Always is, always will,
And now it once was,
Red moons and black petals
In distant sight.
It’s nighttime now.
Although your face sits in the sky
Like the moon, twinkling gray
Somewhere beyond the stars,
The day is much too young
To wash away the dust
Or guard your eyes against
The lips of a dying love
Like a raw cut waiting
To scab, to mold over the memories
Lining the blood you tried to stanch.
But it’s too late now,
Too late to lie in the trees
Red with sweet clay
Sometime in the mourning light,
Too late to count minutes
As they’ve wrinkled past years,
Too late to tell yourself
That you can still stitch together
The broken seams below the patches
Of the skin you’ve shed.
Time bought you long ago,
My love,
And sold you
To the wardens
Of burgeoning eternity.
Their horns wail loud
And only you can hear their sound.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
These kids did run around playful in chat,
the stories they told when bedtime called
and eyes meant closed shut.
Nannie came in, my littlest ones, eyes
are for closure for dreams to fill your
mind, now rest my smallest kids.
Morning my little ones now breakfast time
greets, drink your milk and chew you
greens the most important meal indeed.
Now go brush your hair no knots need
be seen, my little kids presentable and
clean. Now out and play stay close to me.
Inquisitive young ones, seeing things never
once seen. always wondering from sight till
nannie does call and running their seen.
*"Sweet dreams my kids now I hope you brushed
your horns and cleaned your teeth,*
So smart are these kids of mine, nannie smiles
as each one she kisses as eyes slumber to sleep.
I'm such a proud mummy who does love her kids.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
He reached for the rose, but forgot about the thorns
He reached for the beast, but forgot about the horns
He reached for the future, but forgot about the past
He reached for the journey, but forgot about the quest
He reached for the sun, but forgot about the burn
He reached for the knowledge, but forgot what he'd learned
That light without darkness simply can not exist
Like the possessed without an exorcist
One without the other would have no value
With is you cannot argue
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
Appreciation is showed for the marching band by how many horns are honked while cars drive by on the nearby road
Or almost stepping on small baby Toads on the walk to your car
In the middle of the night
Sleep deprived
It's okay, we wouldn't want it any other way
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Nestled
in a gyroscope
of allotment, haybail and heath
is the scenery of
my solemn country.
The skyrise, hollows. the
dripping
fat of the land.
The cities have boomed
and they're beautiful.
Like open roses they're
garlands of wire,
pylons and street-lights.
A thorny crown
on a girl in a nightclub. They're
blistering
they drink, kiss and drink.
And all the while
we live with whispers
splashed like
blood in a gutter.
As murmurs
pumped
through the strip-lit veins
of an office block.
Its a life where
prayers
are mist on train windows.
When we walk
we check our
reflection in car windows
and we're beautiful
we run
our hands
through our hair
knowing
we were babies born with
horns for this.
When we ride
its over
railroad boneyards,
the sleepers are
metal teeth locked in
asymmetrical laughter
at everything
at everyone
at nothing.
The skies are a
psychosis of sunlight, clouds,
vapour trails,
it's heaven
and
we're bent at the alter,
our shadow on
the crypt
has horns.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
The acrid smell of darkness
"Permeates me"
I am surrounded by the skies
Of hell fire,
Brimstone,
Sulphuric,
Odours
Breathed as if air
Burning with each inhale,
This is a place of eternal penance
Why do I sit on a thrown of spines
Those around grovel
Hungry as if to taste my milk,
I look down, hot coals are under foot
My thrown room blacker than sin,
I am jested towards the window,
Torture,
Screams,
Souls
Bound to instruments, some scream in
Redemption, why'll others ask for more,
Broken, crazy lost souls that once
Screamed as the souls now bound to
"Smouldering coals"
I glance as heavy doors open,
Skin,
Bone,
Muscles
Entwined with black stitch
No words permitted,
As stich tightly woven
Upon blooded lips
I felt enticed at her vulgerness
She approached as if to touch my Hand, I
Repelled,
Declined,
Opposed
Her advances, I cut in to her muscle
she moaned as if ecstasy,
As black droplets burnt upon the floor
"She again ushered towards my hand"
I let her grip as she cut the
Stitches
From her bleeding lips,
"I smelt her breath"
A thousand souls decaying within her,
Breath
Exhaled,
Putrid,
Odour that was irresistible,
Lips meet, flesh burnt and the
Mists of what was clarity was ushered away,
My reaper of souls beauty of the underworld
I tasted with that kiss corruption, hatred
"He who shall never be named"
"At his tricks once again"
"I sit o my throne of spines"
My horns ignite once more
The light that shined briefly now
Extinguished,
Smothered,
Obsolete
Feelings from a place one stood upon,
"I am that which others need to fear"
As all will pay for this
"Moment of Clarity"
As I engulf souls, redemption
Is for above, below there is just hatred and misery
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
No matter how fast
or how far
she would run
her mind was coming
slowly undone
she tried to escape
from the pain
from the sorrow
fearing the promises
of tomorrow
knowing that everyday
was always the same
putting on a mask
trying to stay
sane
but faster and faster
unravled her mind
walls slowly cracking
waiting for
the time
she finally breaks
and lets it all out
the screams
the hatred
all of her doubts
and no one will know
where it all came from
the happy sweet girl
you knew was gone
and in her place
stands broken
stands torn
the girl that was inside
now showing
her horns
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
I let the hate overtake me like a bull chasing a fool, my horns focused deep into your chest, my anger becomes my tool. Taking a step back I can see how much I really hurt myself, I feel so gone, am i sadistic or something far beyond and more wrong?
Watching you bleed, I still feel nothing but hatred in myself so I'll peel off your face and separate you from your spine, I can feel something clinging on but its just too hard to find.
Perhaps this is an act of greed or maybe i'm just a monster that needs to feed. You're so deceiving, you throw around trust just to see how long it takes to rust, you're so misleading, you laugh in the face of your creation before you give a slow castration, you deserve all the pain your receiving.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC