#storypoem
prayed I, no one, ought be awake,
from their sleep, of dreams a lake,
to watch in dismay, at the piece I would bake,
for the piece I had baked, was an ill-fated cake,
to ashes was it turned, oven just didn't break,
quoted the eyes, in horror, awake -
"a thing again thou mustn't ever bake,
for the oven's, and for heaven's sake."
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
To sum it all up, taking a piece of word from his version of Psalms;
“Twenty-four doesn’t sound that old,” so said the ugly *** Today I
borrowed a homeless man a cigarette, his words were an ashtray –
burned out like the filter; sounding ashy. You could start a fire with
the knots inside his hair; eyes dimmed to the colour of ash, smoke
curling off the edges of memory. Twenty-four years of breathing in
what he could never let go, still clinging to the cracked seams of his
face.
His hands were black and oily, fingers stiff with factory life — each
line a map of labour leading nowhere but back to rust. No kids, no
wife. He mumbled verses from the Word, a sermon half-lost in static,
holy words turned cryptic; by too many nights without rest. Still, he
was a humble addict.
He struck a matchstick against a box, wrapped in a cloth —the flame
trembling in the wind, his jacket pocket rustling like paper filled with
forgotten names. From living under locks; mostly the locks of others,
he never found the key to his dreams. As the world counted his body,
but not his breath; once shining through the seams - now just empty
dreams.
Steel teeth, a dusty cap, a gambling hand; a whiskey flask half full of
forgetting. He drank like a man who mistook warmth for home; never
regretting. Some nights he slept on steel — bench or bed, I couldn’t
tell. But don’t assume he was sad; some men make peace with their
ghosts —some paint their heaven with the smoke of hell.
They said he’s just another one, a mumbling story in torn clothes,
words scattered like receipts for a lifelong spent. A man treading
the thin line toward his own end. But I still walk that street — the one
where he talks to no one, and everyone avoids his eyes. They say not
to mind the words he mumbles; but that man, the one they cross the
road to miss — __that man is our uncle.__
And I still check up on him.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
A reminder of a boy i once liked—
He used to slip me love letters before class,
Sketched in shaky handwriting,
Decorated with crayons I had once given him.
At the bottom, two ducks floated side by side.
Back then, I thought it was the sweetest thing.
Now I roll my eyes and smile—
How silly it seems.
He picked wildflowers,
From the schoolyard fence,
Told me they were as pretty as me,
And tucked them into my hair
My cheeks burned hotter
Than the blazing afternoon sun.
At night, I would stay up too late,
Texting him on my old flip phone,
Pretending to snore
Whenever my parent peeked in.
I swear my heart was pounding louder
Than the phone's plastic keypad.
Back then,
I swore he was the only boy
Who could ever exist in my world—
A match made in heaven, I thought.
Though low-key,
I was too shy to say it out loud.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
Charon's ferry taunts me with hope
My neck is raw from the rubbing rope
In the river Styx no one can float
I am not a thing to try and save
Let me bathe deeper in this path I paved.
Stuck this way
- its no great loss-
denial is my albatross.
No circles of hell here to cross
just that desire to no longer drown:
Perdition only pulls you down.
Hell is silent and reserved
The only demons you hear
are the ones you bring.
We used to laugh and sing.
Your love was structured
like a Shakespearian sonnet.
I always knew what to expect,
still i found it so beautiful.
I never meant what I did to you.
It is your voice im slipping further into.
and It serves me well.
You used to say my vices would be the end of me.
Late night.
Me driving drunk.
Car crash. Stole you away.
Now I see the irony.
Hung myself to settle that debt;
the universe thought differently.
So still I drown.
What am i searching for?
What would I do if I even found you down here?
This rope around my neck makes it clear:
Hell not only remembers,
it doesn't forgive.
Yet... this is no way to forever live.
I wonder whether... the thing that damns me
could be used to redeem?
I pull and pull at the rope and it seems
-Its fastened to Charon's boat.
Aboard i wrestle with the noose.
So I see, it'll never come loose.
It is a fight I can not yet win:
It is meant-for now- to press against my skin.
Hell holds a grudge.
Hell is a reminder.
I hope i never find her,
Again.
I hear her yell as we reach shore:
" do you not... need me anymore?"
I wave goodbye to Charon.
Tighten the noose around my neck.
For the first time, to her I
do not respond.
I do.
I can not forgive myself,
but I need to move on.
-
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
Cradle nights and rocking thoughts-
tears stained in star dust, rising breaths shot by
the rockets burning at your throat. You had a smoke
before you’ll come and go- who could have known
the worry pressed against your heart, after that hovering
press of your thumb to send that message on your phone.
“Hey could you pick me up, I didn’t sleep at home,”
you slept over at the place you shouldn’t have- you
usually sleep alone; but how he kept an open mind and
open conversation; being the best intention and attention
someone could give you to keep you close.
It felt so good to be heard, for someone to put you
on top while he slept on the floor- but you grow jaded,
knowing that its going to be really awkward between you
both; spending the night with your best friend’s crush
The one you couldn’t tell her you had known long before;
having a bit of a fling before- but hoping no one would
actually know.
But as soon as she comes around to pick you up,
to take you back home- _oh she’ll certainly know._
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
Don't move or make no noise.
They react to the sound.
This place was once a shopping mall,
now there's bodies all around.
Such dread!
they're searching with soulless eyes,
From sun up,until sundown!
Their broken wailing, unearthly cry.
"THE END IS NIGH!"
My picket sign once read.
I'm forced to lie here and play dead.
They search for the living-with no rest-
I'm alive because of putrid, rotting, flesh.
I dare not make a move.
in this food court.
this unholy mess.
I lie underneath defiled remains,
insides ripped out from their chest.
I dwell within these monster's nest.
Subsist beneath decaying stench of death.
It covers my scent well:
The undead react harshly
to how the living smell.
This new world-I can't tell,
Is this hell, or a fiendish fresh start?
Are they really so different?
I can't tell either world apart.
fear has always been a substance
Pumping through my old heart.
In those days I was ignored or-
they would notice,then shudder.
While folks that lived-well,
well: they ate one another.
I'd fall asleep by night.
under street lamps shivering, uncovered.
Lived my life as a ghost.
haunted those who walked by:
My picketsign.
My shaking fist.
"THE END IS NIGH!!!"
I was cast aside;I did not exist.
they refused to see me,
Notice me when i speak.
The world was a table
With no room for my seat.
Outside corner stores I'd sit with resentment.
I needed to be noticed.
Yet my efforts never got me closer
To being seen by any ONE of them:
An exquisite type of torture.
I see now so ironic, what i used to beg for:
Maybe zombies are ghosts...
that refuse to be ignored?
Maybe if that man in the store window
-he was standing next to a mannequin-
If he hadn't lost his balance...
I could've began again ...?
But that false life fell.
Futility in his attempt to flee:
They ripped out his throat
before he could even yell.
In the commotion a man with a minor creeps,
Crawling toward the exit,
for a stealthy retreat.
Oh yes! I do see it too.
There's a car parked outside,
its engine running right there in the street.
Six hundred and sixty feet.
Salvation has four wheels, power steering
and leather seats.
Something is shouting in my stomach.
Their opportunity.
Their window is closing to leave with no trace
Seconds stretch as I stand
I connect - making eyes with the man.
Him and the child hesitate.
out in the open, words aren't said,
but I can see his face deliberate.
Too late: they can't turn back.
How to sneak past that last zombie
without a face to face?
It shambles in the path of their escape.
They hide under a counter:
I think its better if that child left here safe.
See.
there is bodies, all around.
Bodies all around.
Bodies. All. Around.
Those dead bodies kept me a secret.
Kept me safe and sound.
It's my turn to be that for you.
I nod at the man.
Can you see me?
Witness.
Witness,what I'm about to do.
A rush.
Air fills my lungs.
All fear dissipates.
The four words I yell make the zombies irate.
" THE!!!
END!
IS.
NIGH!!!!!!!"
**** cretins are closing in;
My two friends sneak deftly by.
I see the man and child look back.
I pick up a baseball bat.
Safely on the street
they both wave goodbye.
The end is nigh.
Please notice me.
-
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 5:18 AM UTC
Crafty Waters lured the Captain
To the middle and the deep.
in the height of the hurricane,
It proceeded to speak.
"What do i matter to the birds
who exist between sky and tree?
These fish swim in my currents,
yet are unaware of me.
But for you, oh captain,
I'm everything you need me to be!
You have your ship, and your men,
and your lives at my mercy.
Today you will learn
you can't control the sea."
The dastardly Waters led him to believe,
In exchange for his life,
his crew would survive,
brief cessation from the culling winds,
and unabiding tides.
The captain decided then and there
To make the sacrificial dive.
But before he made a splash,
the hurricane came back
and claimed his crew.
A Sage Seagull swooped down
saying," dear Captain,
those Sneaky Waters lied to you."
The trusting captain stranded,
his ship capsized,
despair in his voice,
to the clever gull he cries.
"stoic grey winged beast,
with blackened,beady eyes,
what difference does it make to you,
if a captain dies?"
The apathetic gull got close
and in a whisper replies-
"we'll trade words for fish one day,
now, repeat as I say."
The captain certain it won't help,
but he spoke them, anyway.
"Proud Waters don't you gloat!
boast about how big you pretend to be.
your power buys our fear,
turning men into memories.
But my life holds your story!
I'll tell it, if you set me free.
Am I drowning in you...
or are you drowning in me?"
Returned home.
the Captain captured fish
for the seagull to eat.
And from his lips told a story
of his time out at sea.
Still new ships think they will prevail.
Distant from diminutive land,
sailors set sail dreaming of the safety
of a mundane harbor.
Unaware of the schemes
between the Shifty Seagull
and those Maniacal Waters.
-
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC
She gave away the best thing for less,
as if Heaven spread its gates for a garage sale.
"But will you tell?"
I'm moving slow...
Like a snail in my approach to her.
It's best if I-I pretended like I never knew her.
She had a prada purse that screams,
"I can only do worse!"
She treated that thing beating In her chest
like a curse.
With no clue how to cure it.
Her hobby was to only corrupt the purest.
So don't call me false
in my intentions to hesitate;
from the moment our eyes connected
I knew my fate.
"But will you tell?"
I said,"what's your name?"
To her...
"you got this vibe that makes me levitate."
she retorts, "call me breathtaking
because I make men sufficate."
But who could breathe without her?
I'd give nothing less.
I said, "for you,
I'd gladly exchange all of the air in my chest.
because time grows in seconds.
I'd spend each one I saved on you."
She responds, "i'd watch the world burn
in exchange for the view."
So don't call me false
in my intentions to hesitiate;
she hit me with words I couldn't anticipate.
I could see her.
Pulse. Thumping.
The.
veins in her neck.
Forced me to put. my.
primal instincts.
In check.
She told me time is incorrect.
Its numbered by seven.
Broken into seven second increments.
Seven days in the week.
Seven deadly sins.
Seven circumstances with no right words for,
so instead we say friends.
She insisted I guess her favorite sin,
I guessed,
she said I was correct,
and then she asked,
" but will you tell?"
without getting Into detail:
she sealed the deal.
Even before she unbuttoned her blouse
-her smile-
I'd made my adulterous decision:
her attention and bare skin
was the wine she used
to wash away all my inhibitions.
"So listen,"
She says...
"In between heaven's gates
are seven indiscretions no one knows about,
that trade for the seven things
you'd never sell.
Tonight they're all yours
-if you want to savor them-
but only if you won't tell,
and again,
above all else:
If you pay for them."
-
Jun 11, 2023
Jun 11, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
There's a secret only one angel knew.
It goes like this:
There is a place that once grew.
A garden made for two.
A tree.
A treason.
Mankind evicted from Eden,
... for an obscure reason.
Curious,
An angel flew down
-biting into the apple-
Adam and Eve had eaten.
Because the Lord's plan must be broken?
The Angel pressed their luck...
But ...why plant a tree,simply,to test their trust?
Now in a rush to reveal what was learned
-before they could soar past those
pearly gates-
Lurid illumination eviscerates their pristine wings.
The Lord sees All:
and He is Irate.
They create a crater as they collide with our world;
exiled forever from the Lord's estate.
They awake as a woman for their costly mistake.
Her place amongst the holy host is gone.
Cursed with forbidden knowledge.
Awareness of right and wrong.
Exchanging a halo for free-will:
Heaven is no longer a place she belongs.
The Angel outcast.
Cast out from her home.
Forced to roam this world all alone.
She sought out the Truth;
Then her faith became clouded.
There is few who listen to what she says now:
yet still she shouts it.
She tells me-the former angel yells,
"Devour fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
...if you dare.
but beware!!
God did not plant that tree...
It was already there."
-
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 7:05 AM UTC
the secret slip of underwear
he was caught off guard; unaware
widened mouth and could only stare
gazing at her pond of ten thousand sounds,
how easy could it be,— a bit too fishy
knowing he wasn't the first to go skipping a
few rocks
but as a rock in a hard place
between a devilishly charming smile on her face,
she was, "a good friend's friend"
and he thought that made them "just friends"
and not one to play cliches
"i don't want this," he made it as clear to say
in that room at night, he wasn't interested in her,
and it was clear as day
he came only to help pen down a study report
but perhaps the con of hoping there'd be much
concentrate; were the first letters
written by her, wanting to spill ink in a little ***********
_click!_
that idea was well tucked away and hidden,
like the tip of his favourite silver pen.
May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 4:22 PM UTC
Darkness made clearer
By the accretion disk of a collapsed star
Gravity is a force that binds us now:
Defining how strong we are
In our weakness we could not resist
Compelled towards a rift in the sky
distorting reality
A monstrosity not even light can escape
The irony being that we can assuredly
See our fate
Time slowed down as we neared it
soon it simply froze
We sailed past the event horizon
-onward toward a secret that through fear:
not even time is willing to expose
The nose of our vessel ripped apart
Ejecting us from the safety of our ship,
"The Noah's ark"
Unable to atone for the embryos aboard
we had lost
we drifted alone,
Together,
in the dark
rushing head first
towards the heart of oblivion
The mission escaped from our mind
as tidal forces began spaghettifying our skin
This wasn't the first time
A few seconds felt like
They would never end
Our destiny swallowed
by a black hole in outer space
Consuming our only hope
to restart the human race
Yet in this place I feel peace
we are shown a secret
that no man should ever see
Right before I desist
Collapsing Into that eternal nascent sleep
Something from beyond the singularity,
speaks...
I close my eyes.
"Such sweet release."
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 6:45 PM UTC
The gods let this baby be born
As a thing they could reclaim
One day with cruel delay
Boils from black plague desecrated her skin
Right before her second birthday
A lesson on how a life can be stolen
Shortly after it begins
Or how we're without hope to the whims
Of the bored gods before us
To save the last of his kin
The father implored the science
Of the village sage and physicians
He was turned down at every door
Their medicine was not meant
To save the poor nor destitute
Resolute in his faith
there were good gods who gave grace
Unto children without sin
He next beseeched healing power
from varied institutions of the miracle men
Preyed over by priests, rabbis, and sheikhs
He sacrificed and spent
every cent he had saved
And their churches took his tithes
But did not take her pain away
Grief striken, defeated, with no recourse
Liquid sedated in a pub,he feels remorse
" our child will join you soon,
my dearest departed wife"
a pubhand overhears him saying,
"you can still save your daughter's life!"
"listen as I entail
The hidden trail you must trek
before the antelucan hour strikes
Her magiks are only ripe
in the dead of the night
Nestled within that loury forest
Her cabin obscured from mortal sight
Resides an occultist of such cunning:
A bog witch named Blight"
The pubhand helped him to more mead for free
Unprompted he then proceeds to lead
The father through that place he now seeks
-claiming his shift had come to an end
As they drew closer to the cabin
Something happened most curious and queer
The pubhand turned into a black cat,
Scurried off into the brush- to dissappear
Influenced by fermented spirits in his blood
He pays heed to their whisper
-Her cabin door is ajar
And they beckon he enter
Now in Blight's place of power with his offspring.
"oh hapless father when you sing,
How the gods do smile
You worshipped the very ones
who wish to **** your only child
they're vile and malcontent
All they know are delinquent tendencies
They'll torture her spirit for sport,
When she dies you see
But by my incantation
That needn't come be"
"drain the blood of a bat
with deviant intent
Recant the name of your gods;
You now resent
The blood will brew all the while
-in my elixir
When the little girl drinks:
it will fix her
It will turn her pale white
You will fear she has perished
She will stalk this earth
Forever parched with ravenous thirst
And a stark aversion to sunlight
NOW YOU MUST CHOOSE:
A dead child!
...or a creature of the night?"
The father did as directed
He did not second guess
Unaware of the sorceresses subtle gesticulations
-Were creating a hex
He's blind to machinations set in motion long ago
The wiccan pours her will into a binding circle
As the child drinks the concoction slow
His daughter's vitality returns
The plague is receding
Fangs sprang forth
as she bites into her father's neck
Blood trickles down in specks
The girl keeps feeding
And feeding
all gods once assembled to fight Blight
The powerful mad goddess would direct
her sadistic debauchery at their human subjects
-human praise appealed to the god's vanity-
Her godhood sealed by the Parthenon
in a prison comprised of flesh
Divinity bound;
betrayed by other gods
There were too many for her to resist
A former god trapped in mortal form
Blight's punishment was to simply exist
For 300 years Blight had waited for a night like this
An ancient curse she could wield
As revenge for imprisonment
Finally obtaining the last two ingredients:
A child that was pure
And a father's consent
A direct strike of lightning sets Blight's cabin ablaze
still in her binding circle, she's indifferent
And unphased
From threats of fearful deities who see
She's about to set her nocturnal creations free
Undeterred by their show of force
she releases her two vamps
with a flick of her wrist and no remorse
Iightning strikes within an inch of Blight
She leers at the heavens
Much defiance and mirth
In the distance a village screams
As her fiends burn it down to the dirt
The Parthenon replies:
Bellowing cumulonimbus clouds
decries her decision
Such chaos;
now her scheming REALLY has their attention
The.Ones.Who.Watch. Above
See all.
Throughout panoptic thrones they peer
pained fury for this village culling:
Blight jeers
Sanctimonius thunderstorm brings fervent rain
Their vain,pious tears-
The skies can not contain
The gods cry.
"Oh, how i wonder what will worship gods then,
When humanity dies?"
Luminous surges of lightning bolts strike
Tries to smite this emboldened bog witch
...Yet, in spite of their wish,
she somehow stays unhurt...
Blight smirks.
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 9:16 AM UTC
All the pain a man could muster in his lifetime:
Compressed to a minute.
Then, send it scattershot through the airwaves.
A morose melody. A lovely female voice inflects....
"May I override your rationality and reason?"
Imprints a depression on the mind;
a rope around the deckhand's neck.
Does her voice now command your neocortex?
Yes, but deeper still: it denigrates.
Instills an insistence toward apathy:
existential treason.
musical notes denote a debt to be paid.
They accept just the one currency.
Trade melancholic fervor for nihility...
A payment must be made.
Posit the ship is a sojourn in deep water.
Feeling A sorrow you can't adjourn.
How quickly you will learn:
Jumping overboard
CAN be an act of kindness.
A slave to that recalcitrant sorrow.
Jetsam yourself to lighten the load on your psyche:
It's ideal over facing another tommorow.
Seafaring folk
assume a siren's song is beautiful.
I felt The Earth shake when she sung.
There goes the air from my lungs.
What more to give? Here.
Borrow my body and tongue.
Sitting in the auditorium
of my own soliloquy.
This state of mind is anti-reverie.
Your falsetto sonnet showed memories.
My family.My mishaps.
An altercation out of ennui-with my father.
Before he left,that last thing he said to me...
But.
Why WAS he levied into conflict
over Antioch?
On a whim prescribed, of course;
The pope demanded A crusade on sin.
Father died inside the walls of Jerusalem.
Bled out fighting alongside other mortal men:
Father, is your heaven more beautiful,
than your grand daughter's grin?
Captain has seven sailors hold me still.
I am suppressed inside the fo'c'sle.
He counts down from sixty:
"Let us see if time sets him straight."
A siren's enthrall doesn't agitate long.
Yet,
Even after the weight of it lifting,
it leaves you forlong.
Sometimes-I still feel-
underwater...is that where I truly belong?
Seafaring folk
assume a siren's song is beautiful.
I know better.
A violent storm materializes from otherwise
sunny, fair weather.
I guess the myths of the Tempest here are true:
It attacks ships sailing near the fabled
isle Revenir.
Until then,for my own safety,
I had been enroute to the brig.
"All hands on deck
(including me and my captors)
Secure those loose rigs.
Batten down the hatch.
Cap'n is going to steer us-
Right through this Tempest's heart!!"
Steady now.
Or his hubris will tear the ship apart.
I felt indifferent as waves
pummel us relentlessly.
Contrite as our vessel
won its war with the sea.
I jump overboard.
Instant remorse.
Father, can your God please alter my course?
A mistake.
This can't be my legacy.
I'm sinking.
Because of what a siren sung.
I can't breathe. Feel water filling in my lungs.
Siren,take what you won
then leave me undone.
I'm sinking.
Is this how I meet my end?
Shimmer from the sunlight fades
as I descend.
Sinking.
And I'll never be found...
My fear, my flailing. My failure to float.
the ocean swallows it all,
ingurgitates my hope.
Is this how you felt?
Facing your ill-fated destiny?
Father.
You always tried-and failed -to quell my misery.
That last thing you said...
Preaching your god's salvation as remedy.
I'm sinking.
All along its been my sorrow
that's drowning me.
-
May 1, 2023
May 1, 2023 at 8:14 PM UTC
"Daddy. Wake up. You had a big fall! Don't leave please, can you see me? You must come back! Don't look into the light, it will take you from me!"
The only sad part of this world is our languages serve no purpose!
Everyone and everything made no sense. Besides my own child. His appearance, not effected by this place. All friends and family presented before me, were grey and the weight of sadness was strong, with the stillness from silence filling the air. For some odd reason, I could scream and rage. But couldn't speak my son's name!
No, other place felt like home!
From the day, my visit with the realm of white
was short-lived.
My son's gentle voice
Strong enough to shatter the silence and brighten the dimness of environment. Floating in the abyss, until my soul established connection...
Back to this living hell once again! Flying through timelines, to ensure my detached spirit have it's reunion with my body!
My guardian angel told me
"Release yourself, from all that hurt you.
The pain is only an illusion and it is temporary."
I hugged onto my savior. Feeling my light fade, remembering how beaten and broken I was.
Every word dripped with blood, fighting against the pain to stay awake. Breathing was forced, this is NOT to be of the life
I once had love for...
I could hear my voice and perpetual thoughts, along with that of family members, running and slamming into another!
Breaking the atmosphere of this unearthly dimension. All in high efforts to reach out to me! No documentary or biography on a big screen compared, to seeing multiple lifelines flash before your eyes. Knowing it's all coming to an end, although the checkpoint served as a deciding point for another rare chance. Just for that desired taste, for a bittersweet victory.
Regardless, if I would have fought back during battle. There would have been a war.
What would have stayed the same?
Would any difference have changed the outcome?
Is there an escape from this pain?
I never asked for this!
I didn't even have, a chance to make a fist! Two fools wanting to be Mr Big Dog, Mr Big S***, all in hands of my disposal, were aimless words in my defense!
If I knew then what was known now. I would have, gave you no option to call anyone willing to help you on your checklist!
My eyes were brimming with tears of anger. The glow from
my new found home slowly leaving me as while peacefully carrying myself away.
"Free myself? In a world shrouded in darkness. I lived for light! Empowered by Faith, and Hope to make amends so Karma will not interfere with destiny!
Forgive and accept, I am the one left with regrets to bring the strongest of angels to their knees, to have a final moment to wept!"
Do you wish to be free? You may not come back as the same. The world is not ready for you to fall." The angelic voice soothe the sound of commotion of the thoughts and voices. It became background noise, instead of overpowering.
"Perhaps, I won't fall. If you let me go. It's fine. It was my decision! I am ready! I do not fear the fall, sorrow put a deafening hold on aspirations. It's all or nothing. It was Isaiah I needed to protect. This wasn't possible as human, I was ready to surrender any part of myself!
I give my light in just to master what was feared most.
Darkness.
It was my turn to fly!
Seeing the alarming expression on my guardian's angel's face shift from confident to worried, and then accepting.
Falling so fast, even an angel of light
could not respond quick enough to save me.
My grasp purposely broken, to save and prove "Love" can save in all terms on any magnitude.
I realized, it's best to compromise and be a sacrifice!
My vision was consumed by the black energy, pouring from my overworked heart.
...
"Hey wake up....
You fell asleep Mr....
Are you okay?"
an innocent voice of a loved one filled my ears once again.
It was my son! I was lost in his glowing and reflective eyes, unaware on how he speaks, to me as if he didn't know of my identity. Fascinated with the fact my appearance increased in muscle mass, my eyes appeared more vicious and intimidating.
Even my clothing were different, in a place where you never believe clothing would exist!
I was in a grey shirt, and blue jeans stained with blood. When I first encountered, Isaiah and my guardian angel. Now, I am wearing all black button up, paired with black formal dress pants, along with matching shoes.
My height was equivalent to Slenderman and felt like my hands were strong enough to pick up people like marbles.
The painful breaths subsided.
My essence felt stronger.
"Be free but don't allow yourself to fall. If light fails to convince, we can give the darkness a try."
The duality between a gruff voice a masculine voice combined with a feminine nurturing voice in unison. Played like my favorite symphatetic melody, singing beautifully in the back of my mind.
I knew I was alive. The complexities of my body, were running in adrenaline mode.
Everything felt, powerful and responding to all my worries suddenly, felt instinctive.
My hand gently placed on my son's shoulder. I kneeled down on one knee, staring into the eyes of my beloved son. Feeling my own voice running, with the flow of new found energy revitalized in my stronger body.
"Isaiah...remember my promise?" I said with flowing waves of happiness, while smiling carefree.
"Daddy...?"
Isaiah said with a surprising smile, his eyes glistened with tears of happiness.
"I will always be free." I started
Without you, I will never fall!"
we both said together, with a brief laugh, we hugged each other and the light from the realm finally returned us home.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC
It only took a few days for you to seep into my mind and reside in the darkest parts.
But once I knew you were there, I didn't try to rid of you.
No, you gave yourself to me and I accepted you with open arms and an empty stomach.
Like a parasite you ****** the life out of me.
You wore me down to where I napped three times a day.
My stomach never satisfied; either empty or stuffed.
My period stopped for five months.
Stomach pains worse than any pain I’ve experienced before.
Living in a constant fear that my stomach acid would burn a hole through my esophagus.
But you didn’t let any of these ailments stop us.
You taught me to embrace them, they needed to happen.
You convinced me to enjoy the pain I inflicted to myself.
Just collateral damage to the ultimate goal of thinness.
You pushed me so far deep inside my head, I was separated from the shell of my body.
I couldn't recognize myself, I deserved to be nobody.
But I didn’t know that then, you told me that was exactly who I was supposed to be, the real me.
And I believed you.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
my throne is made
of silver and bone
tarnished and alone
I sit waiting for you
threads tie my wrists
in ribbons of red string
like a pretty little parcel
another play thing
you toy with me
a game of cat and mouse
watch your fingers unbutton
the top of my blouse
I watch as you
uncover my chest
to plunge a dull dagger
into my breast
shock sets first
I sputter and cry
blood then bursts
hands covered red
my eyes aglow
a wounded animal
blood pools below
I think of your lips
of sunshine kisses
an ocean of care
until that moment
love was all fair
now the price is paid
heavy hearts lay
I foam at the mouth
like a rabid stray
my crown is made
of cobwebs and spiders
I think of your face
as consciousness fades
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
it isn't some fairy fiction or a dark verbal snipe,
it is a tribute to an explorer and his atypical psychic hype.
Not long ago, this lost explorer met a new friend,
But he was already scarred, he was afraid to even shake hand,
this new friend of his, was full of ebullience and light,
whereas he was just a desolate soul known as the pall knight,
She wanted to create a bond, forged from love and care,
but he was chained with all the hate and isolation, he had to bear,
she gave him a source of light, she guided him out of this maze,
she annihilated the viscous demons, pacified his obnoxious rage,
its like she was sent for him, to fill his blank page,
to color his dark canvas of life, to end his forlorn stage.
he then felt a warmth in his frozen soul, he felt more alive and restored.
there was no limit to how much grateful he was,
for she freed him from a deception.
there was no limit how tranquil his soul was,
for it was guided to a superior inception.
Then when he was just ready to say hi,
to this new friend, with whom he wanted to fly,
and all these new feelings, he wanted to try,
he ran all the way to her place, he searched for his angel,
instead he found a note that inscribed,
" I'm glad you found yourself, now stay the same until you die,
maybe we'll cross our paths here or maybe in the paradise,
but you will always find me within you, if you try,
take care my friend, for now its a goodbye."
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
Within the salty swirl of foamy loam
where depths collide with rushing tides
mystical creatures' hearts do roam
their secret desires, they so carefully hide
But one day among crystalline shadows of light
in shades of turquoise and emerald,
two beauties emerge from dark into bright,
and in their meeting a shared destiny heralds.
One with a voluptuous feminine grace,
swaying hips, fullness of ******* and velvet thighs
auburn-haired, with lips made of cherry
and her mellifluous voice her treasured prize.
The other a magical alchemy
of shapely woman and magnificent fish
her violet eyes and iridescent smile
would fulfill Poseidon's deepest wish.
With gemlike scales and long, lithe limbs
a glow lights up her mystic aura
yet behind it a sadness and longing for love
hide behind the coral reef's gentle flora.
Chancing upon each other,
at first hazy shadows
in the blue-green light
the Siren and the Mermaid
started to discover
that they shared a similar plight.
"Are my eyes really seeing what I think?"
breathed the Siren into the salt
"I've never seen a more beautiful creature,
I thought the chances would be nought"
"My name is Nerine," said the Mermaid. "For a sea nymph I truly am
who has roamed the oceans day and night
feeling more empty the harder she swam"
"And I, am Ula," declared the Siren, in a voice like crystals , fine-tuned
"They say that my voice is as clear and smooth as a sapphire
which is why I am called a 'sea jewel.'"
The two embraced and began to talk, speaking of their pasts,
their present and future
and both realized that they wished for spiritual and ****** mates
to mend their hearts that were achingly sutured
"Oh darling," said Ula
"Let us journey to the land of the forests
for surely as they day I was born
we may find our blessing a-waiting us
in the spell of the wondrous Unicorn"
And so a sacred pact was made
as they swore unto each other
that their vigour would not fade
until they found their one-horned lover
and with knowing eyes,
pressed palm to palm
the beauties made their choice
Nerine would give up her tail for legs
and Ula her singing voice
Foreheads together, arms raised in light
their prayer was spun to sky
and suddenly, the two enchantresses
found themselves on land, quite dry
Excited, giggling like nymphets
they jumped and twirled in delight
and set off for the forest green
For their hearts they were ready to fight
I feel their presence first
a Fey being knows another Fey being.
The magic of the Otherworld,
announcing arrival long before seeing.
Into view they came walking along the forest path,
fluid movements hinting at an elemental source.
Chitter-chattering, the same way that finches laugh,
feet strong, steady, never straying from their course.
Two carefree girls, making trails through my Green,
I feel a purpose brooding, so sound out a call.
They stop, gracious, as if surprised to be seen,
whispering these words as on their knees they fall.
“We are Sea-sisters of the ocean,
we are here to follow our notion.
Searching the forest in gentle kind,
for the Unicorn we wish to find”.
Hark! Hear your wild Lord speak,
listen as your mind he frees,
leading you on a fantasy journey,
through valleys and betwixt the trees.
His stories weave a forest dreamscape,
a sylvan land of purest Green,
leading you by a cautious hand,
he'll show you things you've never seen.
Twisted hazel and the mighty oaks,
meadows and glades of sweetest light.
Streams that catch the moons cool rays
and secrets held within the night.
But the Unicorn, a law unto himself,
is one thing this Lord cannot show,
a creature to be sought for alone,
so off through the forest you must go.
Following deer tracks and mystical ways,
strange paths that turn and twist.
Deep into the woods the wanderers stray,
yearning the fabled Unicorn to exist.
Then it happened, inclement weather,
rain soaked the bracken and heather.
So Nerine and Ula, a decision made,
took to shelter in a canopied glade.
The irony was, to them, quite plain,
creatures of the sea hiding from rain.
The forest floor did start to steam,
creating an eerie warm sylvan dream.
And the girls so excited hugged and kissed
as a mighty beast emerged from the mist.
Slowly coalescing and so taking its form,
the raw masculine power of the Unicorn.
I had felt their presence as soon as they touched land,
emerging from the foaming waves, crawling hand in hand.
I heard the echoes on the ether, as they made their Sacrifice,
the resonance throughout feydom as they gladly pay the price.
I knew their wandering had led them a merry crooked dance,
and now they shivered before me, they think as if by chance.
But I am a law unto myself, the Unicorn of the trees,
roaming at will in the forest, showing myself to whom I please.
So these Maidens come from the sea where they were born,
two adventurous girls' brave quest to find the Unicorn.
Nerine and Ula looking awestruck statues in my presence,
rooted to the spot, rigid liked scared and paralysed pheasants.
Their deepest wish fulfilled, they marvel at my existence,
and I in turn marvel at their resilience and raw persistance.
But the Sacrifice means that the sea is no longer home,
tied well to the land, destined now to forever roam.
And what of love, their desires and lust to find a mate?
Well, for Nerine there is no choice, feelings came so late.
Parting from the Forest Lord, latent attraction she had felt,
and knew she would return his way, in his arms to melt.
The Siren Ula was very quiet, looking frightened and forlorn,
her greatest dream had always been to follow the Unicorn.
So now we walk together through glades beneath the Moon,
my primal urge keeps calling for her to sing a tune.
Sacrifice made, quest fulfilled, to her Lord, Nerine has gone.
Ula happily rides me, never once missing her Sirens Song.
And here, for now, is where this story sadly ends,
Nerine and Ula Sacrificed their gifts, forever sister-friends.
© Pagan Paul & Lora Lee (25/09/17)
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
Once upon a time
A childish boy full of tender and innocence
Loved his father like there was no tomorrow
He had everlasting joy because of his presence
And they played, danced, and sang without a sorrow
Until one day the father left without saying goodbye
And every promise he made became a lie
So the boy was forced to be a man and stood alone
Brave and strong in front but fragile and easily blown
Lost and shattered, he longed for a father
For it was just the boy's lifetime desire
unbeknownst to him, a Light was holding his hand all the time
And that Light mantled him even when he was covered in grime
His desire became a reality
He met the Father of all entity
So the old has gone and the new has come
A little boy no more, for he is Father's son
Then a prayer he made that his father to be saved
For the boy waits for him today so that someday he will be able to say,
"I love you just as He has loved you, Dad. Now and forever."
The end
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
It was a cart once made for shopping
Now lost and long forgoten
It was a cart once silver and shiny
Now old, disgusting and grimy
She found it there in an unused lot
It was exactly what she had sought
In it she placed her worldly belongings
Including her hopes, her dreams, and longings
She took it with her wherever she went
Hours organizing it where spent
Not one thing about that cart was inept
She knew every scrap of paper, and were it was kept
There was room for her clothes, she had very few
Far less than anyone knew
A spot for the table scraps she managed to find
Who knew you could live on less than a dime
But there in the middle you'll find two old tattered tins
Her most prized possessions where tucked safely within
One tin was for the past and things that are no more
With child like eyes, she'd peek in and explore
For both Joy and Sorrow are contained inside
Amongst the Polaroids of life, a lock of child's hair did reside
The other was for her hopes and dreams
They carried her on, when there seemed to be no means
Even when all the dreams eventually explode and collide
Hope will still be standing strong by her side
Her life as it is now, out here on the streets
Was unexpected, not planned...... the memory repeats
A bright sunny day
Soaking up the sun's rays
Both out by their pool
Him sitting at the bar on a stool
But little boys sure do like to giggle
They squirm, and they wiggle
Her out stretched fingers grazed his shirt as he fell
Her screams of anguish no one could quail
As she held his limp body pleading for him to open his eyes
Screaming at the heavens..... WHY.... WHY.... WHY
Now on this block you can find her every day
Pushing that shopping cart as she limps and she sways
Come bare witness to the sad aftermath
One split second, changed a life's path
©Pauline Russell
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
With my clothes in tatters, I stomp through the flood
Of demon and villagers body parts and blood
A steady straight line I trudged, my mother witch never taking my demon red eyes off
This was her only time to explain, her one shot
All the while vision flashed before my eyes
I watched my horrific child hood in my vision fly
I seen her hand me over, telling them to brand the symbols, do their worse
She wanted this girl child to hate, to feel that evil, and of all men curse
My mothers plan faild because of one tender hearted man
Who did put a brand a symbol of light, this she couldn't stand
So she cursed me, and with every good deed
The evil sunk in to plant the seeds
By the time the visions are through I was standing it front of her and the knight
Hissing the words through my teeth, "why did you want me on the side of the Evil Ones fight"
I stood there waiting, eyes glowing, teeth wrenching
Hands turning white from the fierce clinching
"My dear child I knew this day would come when the Dark Lord would be banished
And I as the leader would potrol the night with you by my side, oh the wonderful things on you I will lavish"
With that the sphere collapsed in on my kight and ****** out his life
There was a small twinge of pain, I flew at my mother, on was the fight
Killing him should of been my RIGHT
I committed the greatest evil,I wrapped my hands around my mother's neck and laced my fingers
She put up a hell of a fight, but I was younger and stronger in magic and strength, I choked her till no life lingered
And with that horrific evil act, the last brand sunk in to my skin
For it was the symbol of light, since the act was pure evil it was driven in
I was thrown and suspended into mid air
Pure white light shot out of my eyes, mouth and finger tips,raven black was now white hair
Transformation now complete
I gently touched down on my feet
I ran to my love, I flung myself on him
I cried and I tried every spell, I pleaded to the Gods, all of them
All to no end
So I gathered my self now a white headed witch with ink tattooed symbols covering my body
Evil still resides inside me but the light reigns, tho both are embodied
LEANA with a rush of air and a great flap of wings flew down by my side
I climbed upon her, she spirited me back to my woods so I could hide
My knights legend would live on in his deed
And in my womb he had planted his seed
He was now with his son in the netherworld, I'm sure he is watch over me and his daughter
He will see her with the love and magic of a white witch and his bravery she will have I will surly have his greatest
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
While I was dealing with the villagers plight
The knight had his own horrific fight
My spell had helped but my mother was trying to banish the light
Demon warriors surrounded him on every side
But as it looked like he would never reach the Dark Lord and his bone sword in him glide
LEANA now covered in gore no longer white descended and let him take flight
The Back Hearted Witch made it look like she tried to stop the knight
As he jumped from the dragon and impaled the Evil Ones side, which immediately let in the light
It took the Dark Lord out of the fight
I was busy protecting the people caught in the middle of this war that wasn't there own
So I a massive spell at them was thrown
"Mother Earth let your monumental stones ****** from their home
Cover the helpless with a great solid rock dome
So the dragons can't make them a ****** frothy foam"
With that last spell being said
The last evil symbol sank down and embed
Now evil was my curse, I felt a fleeting pain of dread
My skin now smooth and ink filled, all but for one that the sweet gypsy branded for light
With red burning eyes I turned to look at the fight
Demon bodies littered the ground the Evil One had retreated to hell, the only ones standing was my black hearted mother and the brave knight
I looked at my reflection in a pool of blood
I was now beautiful outside, but inside it was more like an evil flood
The dragons dispersed having had their bellies filled
Never realizing the role LEANA had them fulfill
Unknowingly they had bent to great white dragons will
My body was full of an evil rage
I was wanting to **** my knight in his armored cage
But my mother's spell caught me off guard, she was truly more than a wicked mage
She held the knight prisoner in a darkened sphere
Motioning for me to come near
Her sadistic smile said it all, she wanted me to hear
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
It was dusk when we reach the village
It had been plundered and pillaged
The knight asked me to put out the fire
I did knowing another brand on the outside would expire
With every good deed
Planted another wickedly evil seed
And that I sure didn't need
It was now dusk
And the Evil Lord's army was making it's ******
All across the horizon you could see their armor of rust
The villagers scattered
But there was no where to run, the knight screamed "take care of them, that's all that matters"
"No it's not you stupid man
Look at that witch that with the Evil One stands"
I heard her voice in my head "I am the true black Witch of these lands"
Out numbered and out matched
Ten thousand demon warriors were dispatched
When I thought all hope was gone in the sky I happened to glance
It seemed to be on fire
I thought this is the end, our situation dire
To my surprise LEANA had brought all her mighty dragon friends
With excitement I thought this might not be the end
We might even win
The sky was full of the greatest dragons
The land full of wicked dark phantoms
The villagers screaming it was more than they could imagine
And in the midst of it in a surreal moment I heard my loving knight say
"That other witch that's coming our way
Looks just like you" it was true I'd have to say
I had found my mother she was the worst
For placing on me this curse
That worked in reverse
For after this battle I would be just like her, a black hearted witch
From good to bad I would switch
No time for these thoughts
I prayed to Aris "save us from our foe"
Then my attention was turned toward my knight hero
"Let the river of time flow
Let my kight go
Straight to the heart of the matter
Let all of the demons scatter
Let this fight not rage on to long
In the end the hero will sing his victory song"
With this spell cast
I turn my attention to the last
All the villagers huddled in one mass
The dragon's swooped down gobbling up all that could be found
Demon and villagers alike
They where not in this for the fight
They cared nothing of wrong or right
The smell of rancid smoke filled my nose
The crunching of bones filled the air, this is not what I chose
Blood and guts flowed from the sky onto me, covering me in crimson red, I froze
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
As he held me in his warm loving embrace
He so feathery soft and ever so gently let his fingers trace
The new ink mark that use to be a branded scar on my face
He looked bewildered "what is this how did it become tattooed"
I spoke softly still weak "I do not know, I'm confused"
The evil pulsing throughout making my insides feel bruised
"My darling Witch where did the brand go"
I was to scared to tell him where the evil now flowed
I didn't want to tell him it was now inside that thorough my skin it had sunk below
I am beginning to realize what really was the curse
It was going against all I had ever felt it was inversed
And this stirring of evil was so unlike my compassion, it was so much worse
I was starting to see that with more good deeds
The branded evil symbols sunk below and off my soul it feeds
Will his love pull me through will it be all I need
We rested but for a little while, knowing that the Dark Lord was on his way
On this mountainside we could not stay
There was to many tunnels and caves, I could tell from the sun the day was starting to decay
I mounted our skittish dark ride
I sat in front the the knight behind
The rib from the white dragon we tried to hide
The knight had fashioned it into a sharp sword
So it could pierce any armor any flesh, for it was pure evil we where racing toward
I had seen in a vision it was going to be a great wicked horde
I prayed to the God Itus for protection, what we where facing was immense
Even under me the demons horse it's muscles tense
The look in the knight's eye's was extremely intense
I had to ask why that particular dragon he said "because she is the sister to the dragon of the moon
LEANA slayed the demons in ones sleep, her bones the light consumes
And to the suns light the Dark Lord was not immune"
I looked at him puzzled "but the sun does not shine at night"
He replied "yes dear Witch it does, the moon has no light of it's own it reflects the sun's light
And once stuck in the evil one he can not pull it out, and the bone collects the rays and against it the dark can't fight"
We was now almost off the mountain, we where headed to the flat land
That is where I'm afraid will be our final stand
In the distance we can see a village, black smoke was bellowing like flames where being fanned
We headed towards it a stop unwanted, unplanned
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC