It’s dark. Pitch black. Looking around, I see darkness moving within itself. I don’t hear a thing. There’s thunder and lightning but I don’t hear a thing. I’m just not paying attention so I don’t hear shit. When you spend enough time in the quiet, you’ll notice the silence speaks. It has a voice of … Continue reading Black.
Don’t ask me what is wrong,Don’t tell me what is right;Don’t say there will be lightAt the end of the night. Don’t expect me to be strong,Stop looking for a fight;Within me liesA never ending fright. There are blacks,There is white,The Grays you don’t noticeIs what we call life;You give me your timeAnd you will … Continue reading Listen.
Water leaks from the cuts; I try to stop the bleeding, wash the wounds with blood. I wipe my feet with mud and smell the putrid skin, ah! The scent of my soul, decaying within. Ribs protruding through the shirt, fingers adorned with dirt; silence reigns this place, that’s music to my mouth. I stagger … Continue reading Fever dream
By the campfire, I sit Alone and sulking; I know Nobody can hear me, I see Through my eyes, tearing; I laugh At myself for believing; I curse The stars, the planets and you; I shiver Clutching onto my knees; I hear The cold winds talking to me; I am Alone and longing; I will … Continue reading I…
“Whatever I did, I did, for you.” She told him. “Whatever I did, I did, for him.” She told them “Whatever they did, they did, for themselves.” they whispered. “I hate them all” he said to himself.
Little did I know; The monster under my bed Was trying to save me From the monsters I brought home from wherever I went.
She wove the wool like braids for her hair; she tied it to my hand, couldn't help but stare. Her breath smelt like fresh mints, the one people chew after they smoke. She tied it so hard, it reminded me of all the times I was constipated. Is this real? Or is this all inside … Continue reading Good morning.
Why can't we fight?? I think of it every night Failing to close my eyes; I walk the roads alone now Thinking of you, oh how Soothing it was, to hear your voice! "Get back inside" Echoes in my head when I looked at the skies; Could it be you? Can this be true? "It's … Continue reading
Hunter was he, always solo. He enjoys power when wild beasts groveled in pain at his feet. It was just another sunny afternoon when he got off his work and walked into the woods with his tools expecting a wild boar as a bounty. Whistling his way into the green lush, the hunter marched ahead; … Continue reading A woman in need.
Close your eyes, open them to heaven Don't wake up, until I send my raven Slip into slumber There's no pain worthy enough To remember All those owls sing for you Winds are chorus, Your blanket, the great sky, blue While these stone walls guard you Fear not, of the werewolves Under the blood moon … Continue reading Good night.
He stood in the end Of the lane, at the bend A group of four "I don't see them" I'd pretend Please don't say my name Don't yell at me I'm ashamed Why me? Is it only 'cuz I'm weak? It's been more than I can take this week Everytime you pass by A part … Continue reading Oh my!
When all the pain Starts to sink in, A chill surges Through the spine I close my eyes To dying light Nothing but darkness Surrounds me I'm used to these nightmares They can't scare me In this abyss, taking turns Through this madness I run There come the sands of Guilt and pleasure Scorching my … Continue reading Fever dream
Howling, he stood On the boulder The world shook Everytime he cried, harder Thick was his hide And pelage That moved like fire Time has come, Vengeance, his desire Nothing seemed to stop him Not even the world entire Clouds conquered the skies His path, a wild fire Leaving the pack behind, It's death, he … Continue reading Writing practice/Morning motivation
Long were the vines that wrapped her Invisible to naked eye Thorns pierced through her skin She bled, she didn't care For, the blood hid her scars Ah! That flamboyant stare! The crimson stain is what she wore Her love, adorned with gore There goes the red lady, Heart and soul impure, Swift as the … Continue reading Red were the feelings