"Do not worry I will be gentle," said the wolf.
"You mean to tell me, a beast as monstrous as you, is capable of mercy," said the traveler.
"No, not mercy," said the wolf. “Gentleness, there is a difference. I will devour you tenderly.”
I wish I had
the courage to
look into your eyes
I'm not worthy
I can't take
you seeing me
in this way
I can't shake
myself any harder
I can't smile
like I'm okay
Just for once
leave this day
so I don't have to
I promise tomorrow
will devour me
I will never
We devour our own hearts,
as they speak dialects we cannot
comprehend. As it trembled in
our hands, bleeding, throbbing
in our wake. Today, we're not
meant for survival, we're
surgical addicts. You can't
amount to what you're
supposed to be if you're not
I've been working on a large poem, in the meantime, this one just kinda came to me.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
Deep love within the heart
Ignite luscious flames aglow.
Spreads vast with just a spark,
Desires down below.
Flawless colors and hue;
Unbridle free flying,
Loose reign while dreams come true.
Spreads rapidly, bright blaze,
Gold lighting of hope
Alive, aware, un hypnotize,
A journey to enjoy
Burning fire devour
Life's burdensome's toy;
Amid a horse named Wildfire.
My artist's statement I wrote for an acrylic painting I painted of a horse.
You sit there in wait
As if a planned date
Of which, I do not know
Why are you staring little crow?
You sit and watch beating hearts
'Til the harvest starts
I almost tune out the evil laugh
That you bellow from deep within your wrath
And almost forget where you reside
That is, within me, deep inside
Your jar of souls collected slowly
You take your time being unholy
You go into hibernation away from the watchful cavists
You do not mind though, for winters calm brings great Spring harvests
You feast and feast devouring bit by bit
You take piece by piece encouraging me to submit
Fighting the pain,
Fighting in vein...
Tearing me down, nonstop
As if I your crop
Little crow caws in joyous evil song
Release me from your grasp, I beg all night long
You come and go
And reap what I sow
Taking my strength and will to fight
Chomping down into flesh throughout the night
Released once more, you hide away again
I almost forget, but you have written it in permanent pen
You wrote "Never forget, sweet child, I am you keeper.
The Soul Reaper."
Cavist: A hawk which is of proper age and training to be carried on the hand; a hawk in its first year.
A symbol of strength and protection for me.
You have fallen to your knees
Who will teach you to walk the line when I am faded
When I am burnt out
I was playing with pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs playing with fire
Fire leading them along
Fire teaching them to dance
Undulating their whole body
Letting fear find their fingers
Fear bind their tongues
Some lessons no sooner learnt than forgotten
This one not among them
She is not lost
She who runs hell
She who dances naked in the halls
With thorns pressed into her hands
Grasping at roses not yet bloomed
You press on my bruises
Wishing for them to bleed
Have you never met shooting stars
The ones the sky let's rule for a solitary moment,
the earth's candle wishes
This is the way fire dances
A soul barren of burden
Though she claim all your possessions
And bite the tongue behind your teeth
You will not remember, what held so little light
A tender bite with a wild appetite
You took the beasts among us,
and made them gods.
The wolf came upon us all
to devour the wicked and the weak
he would stare into your eyes
if he sensed you were good and true
he would walk away
leave you and yours
to live another day
So when the wolf came near
I chose to stand
next to you
"are you happier now." you said.
nobody's ever going
but at least sadness doesn't devour me as easily.
i got thoughts to banish the
the only thing i've ever wanted was for someone to love me.
it's a tragedy.
this is a love story that will end like r + j.
but unlike shakespeare, my brain isn't dead.
i will fight for love like the capulets and montagues.
i will die for this love to last.
and i will do anything just to make you happy.
it's impossible for someone like him, my romeo whose eyes are darker than the night sky,
to fall for a vulnerable juliet, who on the inside is a weak, emotionless girl who doesn't ever
when will you love me.
i sometimes wonder
what i did wrong
perhaps i was too much to handle,
incapable of loving small
i tie myself wholly
in an act of pure devotion
ready for worship
maybe that's what made you run
but i can't apologise
for wanting a love
that eats me whole.
- i was ready to be devoured by you.
sometimes things that are so amazing, so wonderful…
can confuse me.
the emotions fog up the window
(my brain is clouded with thoughts)
when the fog clears, there are beautiful
blue butterflies flying around
(um...how’d they get there.).
that’s what confuses me.
could those be the same butterflies
from my stomach that
makes me nervous around you.
or are they a pigment of my imaginations,
feelings that aren’t true and made up.
(a soft warning of pain to come)
(an assurance of how beautiful i really am)
(a demon ready to devour me)
what is it.
i name this little blue—
she’s beautiful but quiet.
maybe i need her company.
eventually the truth will hit her
instead of hitting the window
(my brain is a pane of glass).
you can leave this dungeon, papillon.
fly! fly away with your gratefulness!
(my imagination runs wild
like these butterflies)
flesh and bone
I sit by a silver pool
My legs dangle in, just below the knee
so that my steps can remember where I've been
but my eyes dont have to see
And below the surface swim fish, lazy
each one holds a memory
unluckily, or lucky, they get a little hazy
I grasp at them, they swim further away
scales grazing fingertips, I watch in dismay
cause the only ones I seem to catch and devour
force my thoughts into such a disarray
I sit by a silver pool
eating painful memories
oh god, I'm such a fool
I do not know how to say no.
I am so tired of being
Bleeding on the sidewalk.
Staining the white carpet
Staining my new lace ******* I wore just for you.
Don’t you know you are only good for one thing? Don’t you know you are only worth something when I want you? When my **** is hard?
My body: a piece of raw meat for you to devour like a hungry dog.
To be a woman is to never ask for dessert even if you want it.
I have etched these words into my skin, bled them out, swallowed them with no water.
Yes, yes, yes, smile, smile, smile.
I was never taught to say no.
I am so tired of being treated less human and more dinner buffet.
All I can say is *yes,
You cut my head off
and devour my brain.
Taking my originality
and leaving me blank.
You draw a jagged smile
onto my face so
when you put me on a pedestal
I'll look just as you
She was a,
Slow dying flower,
In the frost killing hour,
The moon we'd devour,
The sweet turning sour….
She’d wilt when he came,
The shadows weren’t the same,
And who’d be the blame
Of the frost killing hour.
What are these,
cold pebbles of
an infected love?
The slow dying flower,
in the frost killing hour,
the sweet turning sour,
Jack frost sings
to wolf girl as she sleeps.
Little does he know she has insomnia,
little does he know she's
she is a bird in a cage that you keep,
whose songs you ravage and reap,
but she is a silent, catastrophic storm;
she will requite and destroy your form,
until your own ashes and dust you adorn,
and to your bones, your flesh is torn—
bare flesh, bearing every sin and desire,
and in her claws, these she will acquire.
the bird abandons her feathers and skin:
she is the aethon, and she will soon begin
to devour you and eviscerate her suffering;
while you shriek, she will laugh and sing.
on your empty vessel, each fiery kiss sears;
her mocking cries echo in your hollow ears.
the birds chant to the rhythm of your torment:
"for the stolen fire, you will atone and repent."
for every woman.
Give me a canvas so my soul can paint you a picture
Give me a journal so my heart can write you a poem
Give me your mind and my heart will devour the pain
Give me your love darling and I'll show you possibility
did you know
1 in 5 women
will be ***** during her lifetime
but every 1 has a name
and every name has a story
and no one story
is ever the same
mine isn’t any exception
it didn’t happen at all
like u think it did
there were no shadowy figures
reaching out rough hands
to pull me into an empty alley
as i walked the streets alone at night
8 out of 10 rapes are by someone you know
my body wasn’t a rag doll
to be thrown against a brick wall
while ****** objections flew
from my mouth like cannonballs
it was just us
in a space that was ours
a hushed no living and dying on my lips
the scary sweet nothings
whispered in my ear
must have drowned out the tides
rolling in and streaming
down my cheeks
because your hand never once left my throat
and you didn’t stop
i was nothing more than a shiny object
laid out on a dingy sheet
for you to devour
made to please
but when i rusted
i was abandoned
right where u took me
a corpse to rot
amongst the flowers
but if u squint hard
i may be pretty enough
to use again
I long to be with you.
To aggressively roll around in bed with you as you hold me firmly.
To breathe heavily as you kiss my neck multiple times.
Run my fingers through that extraordinary brown hair of yours.
And to have the ability to kiss those lips, oh those sweet lips.
How I would devour them.
They would have given a lot
those paste-skinned kids
with straw for hair
and knobby knees
Not that frail— it seems
Beneath grayish strings
through black rims
one cracked lens screams—
Ritual words fall—
a rusted refrigerator
shoved over a railing from the second floor
Barking dogs tied to the radiator of misery
fed on rough-house excuses for kindness
Why do people keep children?
Larger than average eyes
huge foreheads of genetic wrong
******* childhood downstairs
while mother is sleeping
I can get used to the smell of cats
Human ***** is not so—
and if I didn’t change my clothes for a week
What do children know?
Jenny cuddles a starving kitten
then releases it to where
one generation after another
devour anything offered
Screams from the mats of string and gray
Scald the frantic instant badly
I watch her bolt beyond explanation
Night gives no reason to let her live....
My faith went the way the kittens go
Hope and a small girl
blend beyond blackness
the green grove a magnet to my eye
on these sun baked plains
I enter the glade to take shade with the cicadas
and vampire mosquitos
then I see it, Eden’s villain, coiled and rattling,
red ready to strike
I raise my staff, I too programmed to survive, do to what millennia
still we are in this staring standoff—silent save its rattle, deaf
I am to the chorus of insects
neither of us moves for an eternity of seconds, until the snake lunges at my feet
where its fangs find a field mouse, and devour it while I watch, an unwitting witness to expiry other than my own
I leave the copse, whole, content another creature has, for today, taken my place in the bloodletting