#sinister
I feel it in the quiet,
it sounds nothing alike.
It follows me in the day, and surrounds me at night.
It’s everywhere and nowhere. Just out of sight.
It lingers in the corners, testing my might.
It tempts and it taunts me, unseen in plain light.
It dances on edges, too tall I seek flight.
It grins in the silence, stealing all my light.
It whispers in corners, it waits through it all,
A shadow that lingers, a thief in the night.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
desperation grips
the mind, hell-bent on treason;
the devil grins, proud.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
There’s something so sinister about being lost inside of yourself;-
I apply Lip Ice before I fall asleep, just in case I have to experience
That cold kiss with Death. But that’s one being, being less than
generous to oneself, and giving out a lot of degenerate excuses
Of not doing so well. Rambling picaresque; engulfed by a hardened
sense; feeding well into my own insecurities, made from haphazard
ingredients- as a soul that tastes like concluded gumbo
Still, I ate a full plate; possessing a ruthless taste; an illegitimate
descendant of experience- that ******* is tapping, watered down
By the chit and chatter of rain; a totem of pain, spoken in haste,
As my lips are a cigarette ember, kissing while heat reveals itself,
As a tiny echoed spark, in a pool full of fresh gasoline
I only hear the sound of peace, in a snoring dream, _ha,_ I hardly
do try to breathe out of my nose. From not being altogether; are we
Really all together- who really knows? But only the dead, who truly
Get to see the entire world, as souls that rise, or of course those who fall
As its truly so sinister living as beings, in this world’s being.
Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
Desire.
Killing softer souls
Then meets the eye.
Screaming,
Drowning.
Running,
Empowering,
I am all but there.
My mind flares
With ideas
That the heavens wouldn't dare
To declare.
For life, I do not bear.
Numb to a feeling,
Born too daring.
Unwilling to sober,
Utterly uncaring.
That is I,
And I shall be until the end of time.
Where I sit against a wall,
Dimmer than my mind.
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 11:53 AM UTC
One step - two stepping me,
Swirling around me in a spiral,
And I twirl,
And orbit in a cycle,
Gaining momentum,
I shine bright
As I try to catch up to your speed
And you run me down!
When did you become so sinister?
Never fixed in a fixture,
So I never got the whole picture,
Because you're constantly on the move.
So move!
Don't hold your breath
In fear that you'll never breathe again
When the difference between
Reality and a projection
Is the ink in the pen and
The lines in a book
And even then,
You cannot catch up to the speed of His
Handwriting.
Finished before you even started,
Cycle after cycle
I am reminded.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Sadistic, sinister:
The evil twin sister
I fight, I resist,
But sometimes I still miss her...
From birth was a friction –
Affliction – a blister
Now alive, I must die
Every day and dismiss her
.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
Locked away, in tower grey,
The crime of innocence;
And in the streets, disarray,
Observed from the distance
Of a somber penance:
A sinister interplay.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
Welcome to my phantom realm
Where smiling is a deadly fallacy
Please don't take a careless step
Because they'll **** you callously
Welcome to my phantom realm
Where the autumn leaves are always dying
A twisted peace: the result of your mind's helm
You'll find within, mystifying
Welcome to my phantom realm
Where power lies in the secrets you keep
So dark, so deep, that you start drowning
Just never let them sense your pain
Don't be scared of my phantom realm
The darkness will embrace you for who you are
And don't listen to them say they want to end your pain
Remember a favour is not them killing you
Welcome to my phantom fantasy
Together we'll build a kingdom for me
And when you feel yourself losing hope
I'll give you Pandora's Jar; you don't have to mope
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Pickpocketed
each pocket has a purpose
church bells shatter through the surface
the worthless circus sunday service
a procession past the pickled mirthless
dispersions of persons pass pews
hoping He accepts the time served, in lieu
and thus this pocket is purposed for you
At the masqurade parade all day
That preys on insecurity
youre sure to see a bargain,
sharking, armed with curiosity
but the cost is often hidden, lost
in a forest of desire, in a silk lined pocket
and this is where they keep your wallet
search for solace in a sound structure
then ruptured synapses, flayed fluster
rebuild it all, regard life's lustre
meander melancholy with what you can muster
place them in a pocket, each respective,
one for your lessons and one for perspective
as the pickpocket of fear plays with the reasoning detective
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
Hark, while the wasteland breathes out silent whims,
And see, as night's aura cloaks distant trees;
A sinister echo of ancient hymns,
Floats up, in a creeping midsummer breeze.
As the miles sum up - an anxious bearing,
Rushes a vague fright up the fragile spine;
But with the city lights on watch, nearing,
This unsettling fear slides down the incline.
The unattended anxiety does go,
Which this travel in the dark did arise;
City lights torch a new fret although,
But far less weary, it, in question, lies.
Wearisome measures of the restless nights,
Merit resistance by the city lights.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
Invisible money knows your dream,
An untamed pet with secrets
Carrier of midnight visions
Aboard the bittersweet rain train
Free the child with crackling city skin
Calling water ‘gift’,
Plan death with silver hands
For designated sleep it lives
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
I am no child of God
Something sinister designed me
With a heart that hurts too deeply
Sword tongue that cuts too sharply
Skin that bruises easy
Eyes that don’t see clearly
Some narcissism, optimism
Pinch of pessimism
For good measure
Pathetic
Brain cell battlefield
Truth fronts on both ends
Devil’s distorted spectrum
I falter in the middle
An impossible distance
Clouded by cognizance
And carelessness
There is only now
And now, I am
Everything and nothing
Unbalanced, unfallen
The void in silence
Sudden vacuum of air
White light in sheer darkness
Vicious cause for despair
Sweet surrender is calling
But I don’t belong there
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
It was a bleak and dismal Sunday morning, as I baked for the sake of baking. My head was bowed as I sliced apples when suddenly, everything within me started aching. I decided to take a brief recess and rest in my reclining chair.
As I gazed out through my windowpane, I observed that rain was there. It dripped and dropped onto the dense grass, and such a beautiful sight it was. As I continued to gaze, I noticed a faint, human-like figure in the shadows of the trees. At that moment, reason had abruptly gone, and curiosity had jurisdiction.
I found myself leaving the comfort of my chair, walking into the grove. When the rain caressed my wrinkled skin, I then began to roam. I could hear vague, ghost-like murmurs surrounding me; the predicament that I was in then began confounding me.
As time progressed, my visual perception dimed, and as it dimmed, the murmurs became more prominent. I listened to the murmurs repeatedly asserting "your end is right in front of thee." I didn't understand nor had a clue. My fearfulness only grew.
And then out of the blue, I collided with what I assumed was a tree, until I heard a rather stout, raspy, sinister-natured "hello." And instantaneously I registered what the murmurs had revealed to me. My end was unquestionably in front of me.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Let the sinister thoughts come
Allow the mischevious demons to hoarse
When they think you're numb and defeated
Show them you're the Dark Horse
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Her mascara stain imprinted on your collar
Smudged for the burgundy strawberry
You begged for me to plant on your neck
She knew.
She found out.
Your shirt smelled like
The sweet abyss of my body at night
I warned you from the start. On you lap,whispering,
hot breaths and tongue darting, telling you
I was a famed minx in
fishnets and a tight velvet dress, dripping red
But you held onto me
like your very life
Depended on the carnal lust that almost
swallowed you alive
I notorious, you famous. These two never
ever make a good pair.
But I caught your eye.
Long nights, your poured out your heart
And felt in me the echo, that was lost from her
from the very start. It echoed your soul.
You, truly you. You felt it.
I reciprocated every inch of just who you are
So I let you inside me, and ravish the little attraction
a broken soul had left.
Once.
Twice.
A thousand times over.
Panic burnt.
Your eyes red with pain
of the chaos and doors she slammed
in your face. She left. You lost her.
"The love of your life"
Who never knew what you are as a man
But you are here, back for comfort
A lie you tell yourself to be mine.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
masked, he came towards me
weapon in hand, hands bloodthirsty.
the white of his mask showed no purity,
only a sinister mystery.
most would run, or scream even
but i could not; legs tied with fear
tongue tied into a knot,
i remained silent as the assailant
drew near.
close enough to feel his breath
warm upon my cheek
he whispered:
‘my name is Hope.
this is what i look like.’
i could feel his blade
cold, pressed against my thigh
yet he entwined his leather gloved fingers
with mine.
swaying gently, bathed in an unknown,
gentle light.
but the light grew harsher;
i notice it reflecting off my
heart.
the silver blade, burrowed into my chest.
my knees buckle and
the floor is ice.
warmth drains from me and
hope crouches down - removes his
mask.
faceless and empty,
empty with unknowing.
from nowhere, Hope’s voice echoed
everywhere.
he said:
‘my name is Hope and
hope never dies.’
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC