Beastie?do you bleed?Beastie? by TheNaughtyPirate
shall i find out?
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.
There is No Life Without YouYour death hangs over me,There is No Life Without You by SilverWynd
like the guillotine
waiting to sever my life,
an iron gauntlet
clamped around my heart,
a noose gradually tightening
around my neck
until I cannot find my breath.
The thought planted
like a strangling weed,
and hyacinths which
there is grayness now,
the color from my life
bleeding out of my sky.
A phantom thought
haunts my waking hour,
there is only darkness now,
and the fragrance of decay
though I struggle towards
I sink farther
feeling the bones crush
under my feet and clawing
hands, in a momentary
flash of electric light,
vibrating down my spinal column
I catch a glimpse of your face,
and scream down the bile
which threatens to rise
before I realize
it is only a cruel trick of the eye.
But I want only to wake
from this nightmare
which has no end
because I cannot silence myself,
the words like snake bite,
traveling through my veins
paralyzing my limbs
until everything deadens
and all feeling drains
Love Letters in BloodMy soul twists upon the rack,Love Letters in Blood by SilverWynd
though I know I place myself
here, with gasping breath
I struggle to find a reason why,
there is only the echoing blackness,
and your voice in the far distance,
it is need that drives me,
bone deep, knife sharp need,
which sears beneath me skin,
burns my sanity away,
needles probing my mind,
I only have a taste of you,
just enough to wet my lips,
but I am a drought with
a desert wind blowing,
my thirst for you is endless,
I want to be submerged,
smother myself within your
quicksand, pulled down
and down and down,
lungful of you,
I want to choke upon you.
I feel like a scavenger
only left with scraps
but I know this is my
distortion, you are music
that never plays quite loud
enough, and I want to blow
my ear drums out with you
inside of me, making my teeth
chatter together, splintering
my bones with your g-forces.
I need more than all of you,
my love might be twisted
like a noose, which I use
to hang myself from th
Monsters Inside UsThere are monsters in the darkMonsters Inside Us by SilverWynd
you can hear their heavy
breathing if you sit alone
with the lights turned off.
They are hungry
and they are ruthless,
they are whispers,
thoughts, and deeds,
parasites that burrow
deep beneath your skin
unseen, gnawing upon
your bone marrow,
hooked into nerve-endings.
Vacantly you draw
the knife blade across your skin,
numb to the pain
you watch with strange wonder
the blood so red against
your pale skin,
and inside they laugh,
thirsting for more.
You begin to contemplate
the taste of glass,
light the ends of your hair
on fire, you don't even feel
the shatter of bones
beneath the weight
of the hammer.
And the monsters grow,
bit by bit consuming
your organs, as you lose
more of yourself
but a walking shadow.
Halloween Love StoryDon't you knowHalloween Love Story by SilverWynd
Don't you know
I am a zombie for you,
I will choke upon your bones,
don't mind if I grind down my teeth
while I suck your marrow out.
Don't you know
Don't you know
I am a demon in disguise,
want to devour your soul,
I will start off slow,
lick it up, lick it down,
while you become
a part of me,
swallowing your eternities.
Don't you know
Don't you know
I am just a vampire, baby,
and I want your blood
within my veins,
I will make you mine forever,
or you will be nobodies
Don't you know
Don't you know
I am only a monster,
want to place your
organs on my self,
your head on my wall,
and your heart in a jar.
Don't you know
Don't you know
I am a mad scientist,
I will make you my
and you will be bond to me
in life and death.
Don't you know
Don't you know
I will keep you in chains,
down in the basement
just to keep you mine,
there is no escape from this.
So just come to me
come to me
come to me
and I will make sure
it doesn't hurt a bit.
The FixMy raison d'êtreThe Fix by spoems
to gather up the lodestones
to seek out the genotype
then one by one
the plenary of a lover’s corpse.
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 spoems
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.
ElsewhereI do not cede your life to you.Elsewhere by spoems
All things begin in my aching bed.
Baristas, starmen, nothing has survived the light.
The living lose their space to me.
The last fond ritual before the ghosts will be allowed their speech
is the moment that I really live, when I breed all neurotic wants at once:
to king, to beggar, to whore out every figure
yet to be betrayed by gross approximation
and dumbly muddled by these dumb fingers.
The all important touch is just a disillusioned brute
hanging like an ugly halo around an arbitrary mass
that hosts your hidden magic.
And I kill the world to have it.
What bizarre and dissolute intelligence births itself in a hot smear of thought,
infests the throbbing slums of my sentience with ideas,
hungers and machinates for a free and unkempt soul,
reams into the deep darknet to damn my lazy search for hell,
or no, but to illuminate this damning of my design
and uncouple me from centuries of tiresome ontologies?
I’ve waited for the searing sign to emblaze
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.
Prayer Against YaldabaothI await the day when "from Earth" is an expletivePrayer Against Yaldabaoth by Nawsachi
To generate awe and fear to the ears
of those who in shadows dwell;
from the outer rings of an inner Hell.
The sneering face of creation will change shape,
beginning with the corners of sarcastic smirks.
As above - so is what you've done to us;
so too is what I bring back for you.
When voice takes shape
and the salted-moisture breath of Sophia rains upon
and the light of the Logos burns its' fiery Will
inverting the Outer Darkness which is destruction,
my mouth may close with a sneer - once your own;
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
RageMy teeth,Rage by TheKerwinator
like brittle sticks
in November wind,
until at last,
like old statues
Knickamickarickatee[The artist hasn’t slept in days.]Knickamickarickatee by TheKerwinator
I’m stuck inside my head again;
it’s nice to be back insane
I can’t escape the lyrics
I keep overplaying in my mind.
They keep the blood dripping from
my forehead and the acid from
burning down my spine.
[Keeps me on my toes, you know.]
I twitch explosions in my sleep
when the nightmares come calling
and my nails start clawing
at skin that sticks like film
I’ve been smoking pencils
like they’ve got nicotine
but nothing’s really
like it seems.
(Just like these poems
I think are gold but
are really chicken shit on paper.)
I splutter, scribble
half-written pieces of
abstract paintings I can’t get
myself to buck up to paint
I stomp them to pieces
on the floor.
[They were fun, once upon a turpen-time.]
I got hiccups in my head,
so I cough blood onto paper
like Pollock stains
hoping the word ink pains
splatter something better
than these level five migraines
I can’t escape.
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 –
ClinophobiaThe darkness waits for me,Clinophobia by SilverWynd
I feel its pull, wanting
to draw me down into its
within my ear,
beginning to weigh my
so easy it would be
give myself up to the call,
and then like an icy,
rigid grip around my throat
I am jolted back
rising in the back
of my mouth,
I know the terrors
that live there,
which inevitably come,
flesh ripping claws,
wanting to tear me apart.
rend my meat from
the bone to make
There is no sanctuary
to be found within,
wakefulness the only
way to stay alive,
like a shadow I wander
the dark halls,
passing in and out
of empty rooms,
if I must, I will baptize myself
in frigid waters,
to keep myself from
where they are
there ever waiting,
I cannot move
and I want to cry
for help but no sound
will come out,
and I see it there,
perched upon my chest,
wanting to stea
BathmophobiaI see the waitingBathmophobia by SilverWynd
to invite me
but I can hear
the sound of
with a shudder,
upon the walls,
left to rot below,
that is the waiting
fate if I take
the first and final
so I am left
and I scream
into the emptiness
but there is none
who can help.
The rail taunts me,
but I know my palms
slick with sweat
would slide right
off and toss me forward
until at last
my neck snaps
and there is nothing left,
there are no doors
nor locks and bars
but I am kept
here a prisoner
death can come
OptophobiaI feel the heatOptophobia by SilverWynd
like a dragon's breath
upon my face,
the monster that
would try and pry
my lids apart
to look upon
of its face.
I hear the screams
inside my skull
forcing my eyes
to remain closed,
I know there is
only one escape,
to save myself
from the sights
turn all my
until my head begins to ache,
explode within my mind
I see you
The voices of children
echo down the hall,
to open my eyes
and look upon
but I know
all is not what
In the bathroom
where the light
I shut myself in,
tentatively my eyes
open, the darkness
offering strange sanctuary,
where little can be seen,
I catch my reflection
in the mirror,
like a premonition.
My resolve absolute,
held firmly between my fingers,
I tremble a moment,
and then push it through
the delicate, paper-thin sk
EuphobiaThe pictures flashEuphobia by SilverWynd
before my eyes,
more mass destruction,
the chaos is a comfort,
another one dead by gunshot,
a killer on the lose,
it is the soothing balm
wait....why is that woman smiling?
Sunny days ahead?
No, she looks so happy,
I cannot bear
to hear what she has to say,
it is too much to take,
Please give me another
and wildfires out of control..
whenever the phone rings,
I grip the edge of my seat,
I tremble to think
what they might tell me
what if I won the sweepstakes?
Oh no, why did I fill that form out?
I cover my ears
when the couple next door
starts to speak,
I cannot listen to their
I must submerge myself
in terror attacks,
a bomb gone off,
a new deadly disease
it will lull me to sleep.
RetirementThe pecan tree looms like a ghast above the trailRetirement by spoems
waiting to collapse and crush someone’s skull.
It’s fruitless and frozen in the throes of a last hurrah,
unmoved and unmoving, a fitting bride for fire.
I wonder when they’ll cut it down?
I am a wretched effigy
pining for the arborist to cull me from the path.
I’m still leftover from the bloom
frankly splayed upon the bosom
of this great interminable happening.
All that is animate is my nonnecessity.
I can no longer rise above the level of my eyes.
The tendons are frayed and salt-encrusted
sail boat lines brittling in the Gulf.
The bones grow blond and discontented.
Tell me, why should I ever move again?
The wind will list southward and find its way
to cool the cracks in this rainless mud.
The planet will bring news of the coming brood,
drench the veins with a violent pace
and I will finally be replaced.
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.
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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