HonorariumShame hands out its casual lies --Honorarium by EmmaSloane
the ones you find cruising the neighborhood
or smoking on the pleated outskirts
of the inadvisable --
with Orphean precision and
a cautious inattention to detail.
This had been a long time coming, she said,
as she shucked it of miserly virtue,
revved up the blame machines
then pistol-whipped it with its own gun.
They found it later, stuffed in a dumpster,
still no foreign countries visible
but haute-righteous protocol eye-up
in a pool of glaring consistency.
Personification of the specious, yes,
but myth said that hardly mattered now.
EvokeFrom the twilit forest came from behind me a band of dark animalsEvoke by Chrysalite
The handsome black wolves in a pack chased by the silver Moon
The ravens with their wings dripping tears from all these years
And the lady of the dead trees with a train of smoke at her heels
I walked to the ledge to watch the distant dark sea foaming
I dove among the spruces and through the crust of the earth
I felt gravity peeling away my skin to reveal the oracle's bones
I was a lightning bolt on the way to my heart like a falcon
I raised my head and from my neck grew the thorns of roses
Opened my dark eyes with silver crosses of light scintillating
From my jaws escaped fire growing into flowers of flame
While my claws dug deep into the empty shell of my body
With scales forged by the blacksmith of searing pain
And a strong spine made of diamond and adamantine
Surrounded by spells carved in clay at the beginning of time
My cries echoed in the voice of my summoner
HaircutI grab the scissors with both hands,Haircut by TheKerwinator
and hold the blade between my fingertips
to see if the blood will make
my hair a deep shade of red.
I have styling gel in my eye
and it’s turning my corneas to fire,
but I’ll simply wait to see
if it’ll make my irises turn grey.
I wish haircuts were plastic surgeries,
so my former self could be
swept away with the tiny piles
of scraps upon the floor.
Maybe I’ll go blonde.
Love is a Funeral PyreHe nearly took my breath away,Love is a Funeral Pyre by SilverWynd
left me bloodless,
dangling upon the edge of soulless.
peeling away the layers of skin
to try and find the remains
of myself buried inside.
He sliced away parts of me,
and stitched me back together
in forms I no longer recognized,
silently I watched myself
begin to disappear.
I counted the scars
like scratches left engraved
with flesh and bone
on asylum walls.
He built my cage
with barbed wire words
and razor kisses,
tearing me down limb by limb.
I withered away by degrees,
drinking the Nightshade he fed me,
turning me black and empty
while a fire still burned inside,
scalding its way up.
I felt the slow death begin
to devour me,
love becomes a funeral pyre,
as he would render out the essence
of me, for it was only a thing
he could call his own that he wanted.
The FixMy raison d'êtreThe Fix by thetaoofchaos
to gather up the lodestones
to seek out the genotype
then one by one
the plenary of a lover’s corpse.
Scourgeleaves shuffled alongScourge by jade-pandora
from breezes gone bitter
across a river
with maternal blood
from my thighs that
with the onset
of autumn, and
of our union-
clay soil darkened
with cooking oil
and human waste
in the dying light
of day and a life
the way summer
only to turn away
While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's DayI’m sure of nothing, no one;While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's Day by thetaoofchaos
we’ll never be ourselves.
Our lone device is left to searching
through bins and vessels
on drives and circles
one by one, houses upon houses
secreting pills and thoughts and air
behind their stealthy doors and bellies.
I stab into each of their ugly little anthems.
What is mine?
What is mine.
Windows caught on Christmas trees
the pale hypnosis of television
bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit.
What dares to go on living in there?
Dawn comes drunk and begging
shrill and shameless, undiscerning
‘till the string breaks high above the plains
‘till it’s engorged on everything
the hairline crack in a potted blue sage
the lip of the gutters haunted by cats.
Houses are holding things close to their lungs
moistened in darkness, a glorious sadness
that no one's allowed. Left out! We're left out
of unholy communions, distensions of time.
I've only the rumors to cradle my demons
and only your face, sw
In the CellarIn the Cellar by ConquerorQuixote
Years in isolation had primed her mind for overindulgence to even the faintest anomaly.
She has chosen her toys carefully.
Shared them only with those to whom she had entrusted.
As the hand of the watchmaker reaches into her basket,
It was hers to whom he had incited.
Left alone there was no due course,
To which she could duly oblige.
She ponders her enclosure;
And leaves her babies lined up straight,
As not to disturb her neighbors.
It ponders where she has hidden it's meal.
She begs it to reconsider it's choice.
Pleading that her baby has only three limbs,
But the watchmaker knows little of the hand that's missing.
So she throws her baby toward the sky;
Knows not where it will land,
Knows only when it will diverge from its upward trajectory.
Ostentatious renderings leave her babies upset and in the dark.
The rest lie concealed beneath her cape.
Brown EyesWith three heartbeatsBrown Eyes by TheKerwinator
I can do more damage
than with one.
It’s more fun
to break these parts
and rid them of pain,
and regret three times
could be amazing but
they only reflect
three times the pain
of living three times as long
as maybe I should have.
Monster in MeI see the monster lurkingMonster in Me by SilverWynd
behind my eyes,
always there waiting,
thirsting with hungry need,
I walked through the gates of fire,
overtime they burned
my humanity away,
the only way to survive
was to crystallize,
The beast coiled
around my heart,
I welcomed the coldness inside,
a smile that never
touches the eyes,
But now I know
some part of me
remains lost inside the belly
of the monster, and may never
Parts me of my soul
will never regain
I become a stranger to myself
when the monster
emerges from the surface,
and there is no feeling within me,
but insatiable rage.
I try to swallow it down
and keep this shell of mine
from cracking irreparably
but it is always there,
watching the world
from my eyes.
the lessonFollowing the last communiquethe lesson by thetaoofchaos
of any order
we'll not find a posteriori death
no grand apocalypse
carried off in bits by ants
or hurtling beside us
like dark matter twins
nestled in our bullet blue capsules
fighting us for singular dimension.
Under stones, behind the clouds
sleeping in fire, circling in bodies
we'll turn over nothing in nothing
that doesn't lead the way to these:
of my judas tree;
SecretI place the plate of cookiesSecret by TheKerwinator
just right on the floor,
hoping the world
hiding in my closet.
The Grand GallowsOf nebulous form shifting-The Grand Gallows by Si-Aidra
A thing without name,
Through dark ages drifting.
A thing Man could not tame.
A thing given all the world’s blame.
“I am the grand gallows,
Death rides from me
And surely Hell follows!”
All of a wrathful spirit
In the pulsing nucleus of eyes-
Nightmare pits of howling cries.
“I am no balm, but bitterness!”
A thundering egress-
A shattering sound of rage.
“I am the blasting wind
And the whispering of the World’s end…”
Crystal ActivistSoul-expanding insights for soulless puppet parasites;Crystal Activist by Nawsachi
An ouroboros of predatory paradox.
Information injections to those who've vowed silence,
Violence rationed by viewer-control chipped brains;
In a world where only souls are slain.
Remote-controlled corpses convey their allowance
of emoticon displays
and digital arrays
of expressing the image of a feeling
long-since banned or enclaved;
Expressions enslaved within the void of a grave.
The cradled values and fabled choice,
the labeled virtues and words without voice,
communication when lips don't move;
and I can only guess at the signs.
Within the confines of daily routine
and seeing but shadows of whatever's unseen
I can't help but wonder, pray tell,
What Hell is this?
And what the Hell is this?
I don't recall ever agreeing to terms
where the people are assigned to feed like worms
as prey to the vultures running the show,
but I'd love to know.
That's an order.
They follow their chain of command
while in hand
Sub(missive)ScribeMnemonic memes masticating our memories;Sub(missive)Scribe by Nawsachi
Platonic patterns circumvent the perversion.
Distractions substitute interaction
Observatory maze averts an infraction
upon our expensive right to be
experimental realms; remaining
Interferes with Reality.
Nonsense - is the common consensus.
The missive; submissive
as scribes of a destiny,
Using words as bars to creativity
And spilling the filler
outcome of depravity.
Will you sign our signature dish
Free-Will with every subscription
to any religion
revised and up-to-date.
Recurring themes integrating into sovereignty;
The gods you've created have cast you into poverty.
Simulations have shown it's what you've started,
Now until you've departed,
Stand still, stand still.
There's more to life than the replicated arguments,
They only show you what's left to lament.
They can't contr
Can you cry in space?Once you venture into the jarCan you cry in space? by jade-pandora
there's no place left.
Light years close in on me.
Each vein restricts, the heart
beats backwards, hair snaking;
gasping, tears like glass beads
quivering in the void
around me and within,
feeling my eyes bulge and bleed,
turning to ruby gems
with sharp angles,
threading with my tears,
coiling around my neck and hands,
trying to fend them off.
Am I in a clinical waiting room
in a hell afloat, which has already
seen and been the death of me.
Through a portal, solar flare
rotating as the capsule
The only sound left:
the broken static from Houston.
Self-confinedOut of my own abyss –Self-confined by THFan259
Jaded wings won’t carry me
To the everlasting embrace of bliss.
I’m not letting myself flee.
Into the maze of my mind,
I’ve become an absentee.
Stepping out of the obscurity –
My enemy spreading violence,
My own self-reflection…
Shroud me in deaf silence.
For I yearn the unbinding of my mind,
By my own self –
Dance with SnakesOut in the street wounded beast’s cry ringsDance with Snakes by Bark
Hollow wind, bell chime, roar of ages
Down the line like a freight, like your mother
When she forgot to take her pills
Through thick dark glass, smoky, smooth
Howl for me, cigarette-burn eyes, howl
Driven out to the borderline, left to change
Or deflate like a tire over rusted nails
Filled to the brim with gasoline, you need
But need doesn’t stop the match being thrown
Naked in the green room again, you explode
Nobody notices how far you’ve gone
Empty lot, twilight, weeds, cracked concrete
Bring down the cold rain by existing
Take the old blue bus out into the desert
Dance with the snakes; it is done
Serpents have nothing on your biteyou are poisonous. fingers leave corrosive trailsSerpents have nothing on your bite by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
over my back, tongue presses toxic burns to my
temples. you set fires over my ribs, emerald flames.
tar coats your lungs, venom spitting up your throat
and i wonder why i always fall in love with plagues rather
loatheCurious, how he ages past his originsloathe by thetaoofchaos
a rage unfurrowed by the planet's touch
by the girl who held him like a furnace bides the coals
by the women who survive him as a coat of arms
by the man whose imperative is sowing seeds in space
on the mind within the mind where ancient troubles fall on lips
and regrets' subdermal cultivation
in the bodice of his erroneous twin
bloom in these terrific wires
‘till they turn up into the skin;
recalcitrant sores of a leper god
see them worship and abhor!
What tribe, these scars
dark medicine art
and who will bear his animus
when now he's old and new again?
MalaxophobiaThe thought of your touchMalaxophobia by SilverWynd
fills me with fear,
I imagine your fingers like
knives slicing through my flesh,
each attempted caress ripping
through me, tearing me apart.
I fathom acid upon your lips
and with a kiss my skin
would melt away from my face,
dissolving off my bones
until only a grinning skull remains.
The scent of singed flesh
seems to hover in the air
around me whenever you are near,
your embrace like lighting a match
Your eyes feel like razor blades
when you look at me, you call it
love but it renders me terrified
and I have no control over myself,
I just have to run before
I find myself eviscerated by your
MelissophobiaA discordant humMelissophobia by SilverWynd
persistent within my head,
ceaselessly I hear them
like so many voices,
certain they are mocking me.
Such small innocuous
things they seem,
frolicking among spring flowers
on a sunny day,
but I cannot help
but to see an evil glint,
and know surely
they must be there
conspiring against me.
I awaken from nightmares
drenched in sweat
imagining I am covered in welts
from head to toe
and I gasp for breath
feeling as if my throat
has begun to swell closed.
I can hear the venom
throb within my veins,
picturing my heart
why some things have to come to an endwhy some things have to come to an end by Valerie-Red
Angela cried, her feet were already aching as she dashed up the stairs that seemed to have been made for giants, rather than humans. Behind her she heard panicked screams and shouts, but she didn’t dare look back anymore. She knew they were lost and she would be too, if she dared to look back now.
“FUCK! It’s catching up!” she heard Jacob shout, not far behind her.
‘don’t waste your breath, idiot! It won’t slow down unless there’s just one of us left!’ Angela thought to herself as she dashed up the massive stone steps faster.
She heard another scream, feminine and short. She didn’t want to think about who had been swallowed by the waves this time. She didn’t want to think about yet another friend she’d now lost forever.
“AMY!” Jacob shouted back, forcing Angela to realize who the endlessly rising black abyss had taken now. It had not just swallowed any friend, but her own sister. Tears cloud
The Perfume of ImmortalsHow she longed in myriad dreams of amaranthineThe Perfume of Immortals by ArthurCrow
Thy ghostly-visage jewel'd deep into my soul
And I became entombed in her velvet-nightfall ...
O’ the Gods hath yield to our insatiable darkness
Black-feathered priests covet the stars above
And far below the pale glow of Moon,
We are beautiful decay in forests of crimson
Our lips undress in the aching firmament; —
Wherest our love must perish in mystery ..
I bathe thee ravenous in whispers of sanguine
Runes spill from the wounds of trees,
As her tongue weaves thru my undead soul
The syrup of Night unmoored, enchants flesh,
Whereof fabled spirits unveil a dark-ballet
(Immortals lost in the perfume of bloodlust)
Yet Insanity ravaged the memoirs of the sky ..
And my lust;—A dagger in the breast of dawn
For I am the ash of a bewailing fairy-tale,
The splendour of necromancy rising
Long did I watch her raven-hair billow softly;
How the winds tease of beauteous death!
Unto worlds end;—we are poised,
UndertakerI am your deathUndertaker by SilverWynd
drinking the shadows,
there is no laughter inside,
but still we smile
and only we understand why,
with the crack of bone
inside the mind,
black hearts drain
blood into the streets,
and the eyes from your dreams
watch you in silent
The tears would not cry,
chocked upon the screams,
among the twisted vines,
impaled upon my
need to sever
the nerve endings,
drinks the flames,
the feeling inside.
Scavengers of LoveWith savage abandonScavengers of Love by SilverWynd
the vulture devoured the segments
of those poor, withered hearts
she fed him from the palm of her hand,
swallowing down the remnants
Her eyes were like a moonless night,
semi-sweet bitter smile turned upon
her lips, she had a soul cold as the grave
on a winter eve, and where her heart
should have been there was nothing
but an endless void.
This was as close as she ever came
to feeling something almost human,
while at first, still warm, alive,
frantically, as a frightened bird
it beat within her hands.
Pressed against her face,
she breathes it in, the taste of blood
still fresh upon her lips,
spreading like liquid fire
through her deadened body
in these moments, she transcends
into something more than just a statue
But too soon, that cherished treasure,
the once beating heart becomes still,
dead within her hands, nothing
but scrap meat for carrion feeders.
She sighs with repressed rage,
quaking despair, she craves another,
all those poor lost broke
so cruel the collateral damagea village like one from Christmas filmsso cruel the collateral damage by alapip
meets tragedy, triggered by demons unknown.
tears in his eyes, the Governor says,
"your children will not be coming home".
lungs compress to a critical mass;
grief disperses the fallout far.
parents, stumbling, come to know,
where children were, now angels are.
we cannot suppose how others feel,
but as i age these empathies hurt,
sifting with time, settling in,
shared sorrows smother my hesitant heart.
the trolls toll this again today;
how 'craven' bespeaks of the NRA.
llp - dA - dec2012
Dear Little LightsDear Little Lights,Dear Little Lights by pullingcandy
You never knew me. You didn't know that I existed on the same planet as you, you were too small to understand the scope of the Earth. You lived in your secluded and sheltered circle of friends and family, as children do, merry and healthy, bright and focused. Not one of you had even an inkling that there was such a great, wide world, ready to be explored, and now, you never will. Tragically, unlawfully, disturbingly, you have each one of you been removed from the painting, inked out and painted over before you achieved any of your hopes and dreams. You will not be able to close your eyes and wait patiently for the day you grow up, the day you will marry, the day you in turn will hold a tiny, squirming body waiting for a name, so their light may shine.
You were taken before you were able to create lives for yourselves. And while you'll never get the chance to meet me, never be able to allow me the pleasure of holding your hands, or listening to your favorite bedtime
sunlightBefore the sun could rise, we returned from the Eastsunlight by goose-fat
And brought back golden gongs for our golden frescoes.
We were too alive to sleep, too enormous to tame,
And shook with the poverty that came suddenly with winter,
Calling and yawning, like stray cats out on the street;
When the sun came at last, and gorged itself on the fabric
Of skin, hair, and speech, we ran back, back, back
From our dreams of God, and the last flight left
Before we could even catch it; out on the road,
The world gave us tricks, offering leaves, blossoms, and other
Things as green as our blunders, while we called
For golden hands on our throats, a golden
Smell in the air, and the crackle of
Sunlight to consume our waning fires, amen.
A Heeling HeirTo’ve sweet o’ercome the bitter, and warmth the cold,A Heeling Heir by Lady-Rosaline
I would bear the bitter cold gladly,
For the hurt we trade, a return tenfold
In happiness to share we shall receive.
My mirth and merriment are yours to nourish;
Like children on their mothers, their lives depend,
Who without maternal love are doomed to perish—
Their broken lives too shattered to mend.
There’s much for which I wish to thank you,
But I 've far too much to be gracious for.
And the confines of these lines allow only two,
But two my heart and soul do outpour.
Forgiving me without want of recompense;
For giving me the strength to move my pen.
Mea CulpaMea CulpaMea Culpa by Klei-Brandybear
- the fault is mine.
You're here again, my beloved. Staring down at the letters etched mechanically into white stone. Does the mere sight of my name wound you so? Were these letters what caused your face to twist into such anguish? The thought alone is a poisoned blade to my heart.
I'd go for you, I said. I told you I'd fight for you. That I'd fought to protect you. But maybe I was blinded like all the rest. Maybe... Maybe, even though you took the time and effort to caution me so, even though you risked facing wrath to warn me so... Maybe, I was blinded like all the rest.
I believed, you know? Believed in the glorified words they sprouted, believed that we were infallible. We were regaled with tales of victory and spoils, and of bringing peace while wielding the title of heroes. I believed in those words, and I believed in our cause. So I went. And I brought you with me.
We were gallant warriors, you and I. Though, we couldn't have been more different in our bat
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