there is darkness around
the wan moon
silver light shimmery
through dark clouds
there is an evil smell
a foul smoky presence
smell of death
and pure fear
they are chanting
beneath the silvery moon
calling the name
of the spirit of the night
they slash her neck
stilling her scream
with a powerful thud
scattering her blood
they offer the magenta
to the greedy soil
undulating in joy
with the warmth of blood
beneath the sod
the dark one rises
a breaking of the soil
a reaching of the sky
evil rises triumphant
towering above the worshipers
who's hearts are stopped
in extreme fear
the scream of derisive laughter
echoed throughout the land
as worshipers die
without their claim to greatness
evil is and always
present without coercion
with blood and sacrifices
humans are fools
there is darkness
around the moon
it will always be there
now and forever after
no summonings.
the wan moon
silver light shimmery
through dark clouds
there is an evil smell
a foul smoky presence
smell of death
and pure fear
they are chanting
beneath the silvery moon
calling the name
of the spirit of the night
they slash her neck
stilling her scream
with a powerful thud
scattering her blood
they offer the magenta
to the greedy soil
undulating in joy
with the warmth of blood
beneath the sod
the dark one rises
a breaking of the soil
a reaching of the sky
evil rises triumphant
towering above the worshipers
who's hearts are stopped
in extreme fear
the scream of derisive laughter
echoed throughout the land
as worshipers die
without their claim to greatness
evil is and always
present without coercion
with blood and sacrifices
humans are fools
there is darkness
around the moon
it will always be there
now and forever after
no summonings.
Published 18th April 2015 10:40pm
Darkness in my Soul
there is darkness in my soul
lending portraits of hate in lively montage
twinkles of broken glasses
inviting me to rage again
the skeletal hands reach into me
squeezing warmth and love away
draining me of mercy
and I hunt again
I thirst for blood
and scattered flesh
painting them with scattered innards
looking at the signs within
my grim and crimson gown
of dead men's jellied blood
like lipstick bright upon my face
hair matted in glorious magenta
he used to be my lover
loved me until I shiver
he is part of my body now
within my belly within my soul.
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
Published 15th October 2015 12:05pm
Darkness Speaks
Darkness speaks
Within
Sinuous tendrils tentacles
Reaching out, tips probing
Touching feeling out
The screams in dreams
Flashing out, Fleshing
Fears horrors misery
Brushing slowly
Like discordant violins
Screeches on surface
Slimes slides
Fingers
Scratches
She screams
Looking into the abyss.
Within
Sinuous tendrils tentacles
Reaching out, tips probing
Touching feeling out
The screams in dreams
Flashing out, Fleshing
Fears horrors misery
Brushing slowly
Like discordant violins
Screeches on surface
Slimes slides
Fingers
Scratches
She screams
Looking into the abyss.
Published 13th June 2013 1:46pm
Darksongs
Feel me again when you return
To this room we call our own
As I taste you again when I can
in our love-lust nest, our dark domain;
Remember the love we shared
Think of our bodies as one
Remember the promises you made
We are lovers from day one
Your soul is here within this room
Trapped by a lover's boon
Tied by the promises of a groom
Who nevertheless left too soon
Your careless exploration of a woman
Who is not yours to love
Is your own undoing
forced you to hold on to your vows
Remember the sharp thin knife
that cut your proud erection
the blood that spurts from the cut
Like extremely bright ejaculations
Remember the crossed incisions
that freed your testicles
from their snug confines
They look like teary eye balls
Remember the way you scream
as you felt the blood drain
out of the cut on your front
How you slowly realised
That you are tied securely on the bed
Good sex and a little sleepy dust
Can make you doze and then awake
To a full blown lust
I lay at the couch in front of you
Used my vibrator to make you see
How I loved my pleasure too
while you struggle with your heart
so untrue and unfaithful
that has now an irregular beat
Running out of red fuel
drained through your gaping front
You do haunt me every night
sighing your songs of contrition
soughing through my goosebumed body
I swear I can feel your tongue
on all my pleasure orifice
As I urged you on with my vibrating tool
To pleasure me until I am full
Until I wish again to partake of you
My trip to the butcher has been postponed
I have plenty for stew and enough battery
To this room we call our own
As I taste you again when I can
in our love-lust nest, our dark domain;
Remember the love we shared
Think of our bodies as one
Remember the promises you made
We are lovers from day one
Your soul is here within this room
Trapped by a lover's boon
Tied by the promises of a groom
Who nevertheless left too soon
Your careless exploration of a woman
Who is not yours to love
Is your own undoing
forced you to hold on to your vows
Remember the sharp thin knife
that cut your proud erection
the blood that spurts from the cut
Like extremely bright ejaculations
Remember the crossed incisions
that freed your testicles
from their snug confines
They look like teary eye balls
Remember the way you scream
as you felt the blood drain
out of the cut on your front
How you slowly realised
That you are tied securely on the bed
Good sex and a little sleepy dust
Can make you doze and then awake
To a full blown lust
I lay at the couch in front of you
Used my vibrator to make you see
How I loved my pleasure too
while you struggle with your heart
so untrue and unfaithful
that has now an irregular beat
Running out of red fuel
drained through your gaping front
You do haunt me every night
sighing your songs of contrition
soughing through my goosebumed body
I swear I can feel your tongue
on all my pleasure orifice
As I urged you on with my vibrating tool
To pleasure me until I am full
Until I wish again to partake of you
My trip to the butcher has been postponed
I have plenty for stew and enough battery
Published 25th July 2012 8:38am
Daydreams
Drowning
In your eyes
Passion speaks
Jungle drums
they beat in rhythm
Two hearts beating
coalesce, mate
and part
Just dreaming...
I dream too
I dream of you
you and I entwined
like star formations
once in line
If I to sleep
and chance to dream
Angels can weep
at my sinful fantasies
I sleep in the day
a true daydreamer
just another way
for me to feel you.
In your eyes
Passion speaks
Jungle drums
they beat in rhythm
Two hearts beating
coalesce, mate
and part
Just dreaming...
I dream too
I dream of you
you and I entwined
like star formations
once in line
If I to sleep
and chance to dream
Angels can weep
at my sinful fantasies
I sleep in the day
a true daydreamer
just another way
for me to feel you.
Published 9th February 2012 8:45pm
Dead City
The rays of the never-dying sun shone anemically. The rays shone weakly through the canopy of stunted trees, with dark greenish grey leaves.
The village was almost deserted. The houses seemed to lean against one another, like elderly folks who no longer had anything to live for.
The sun shone on the cluster of houses under the tree canopy, with its yellow light.
Nothing stirred, not even a single leaf on the indifferent trees.
Overhead, a few space-cars passed by, droning like disgruntled hornets.
A young man sitting on the park bench stirred as he looked up to the sky. His shoulder length hair made him look older and yet he was just into his first teen year.
He breathed in the polluted air, feeling within himself for its freshness. He breathed in the familiar carbon which smelled of smoke and burning clothes.
He went into the house and looked around. He stared at the suit and mask on his bed. No, he told himself, enough. He was not going to wear that again. He had worn it all his life. It was time for freedom.
He walked into his backyard and looked at the double grave. His parents. How they tried to keep alive by wearing their suits and mask all the time, but they died anyway.
The earth was polluted. No more fresh air. It was dying.
The evacuation to Mars started five years before as the air went thinner and thinner. But his parents had opted to stay as thousands of others all over Earth had.
The thousands of others had started dying, and so had his parents. When they breathed their last, they looked like they were in their 60's and not in their late 30's as they were.
That was three years ago when he was ten. How he had survived was short of miraculous, but artificial food did not go bad and his father had hoarded tons.
The young man walked out of the house with his knapsack. He did not meet anyone on the lonely asphalt road towards the city. he did not know why he had to go there. It was just an overwhelming urge.
The sun did not set and it never would.
He felt his chest grew tight and his breath went shallow. He did not really care.
The sun and moon shone pale in the sky. He walked on. In the distant he saw the city, its skyscrapers like ancient hands trying to gouge the sky. Every now and then a sky car passed the dead city.
He walked on.- Ends
*this story was entered in a competition here. Thank you for reading.*
The village was almost deserted. The houses seemed to lean against one another, like elderly folks who no longer had anything to live for.
The sun shone on the cluster of houses under the tree canopy, with its yellow light.
Nothing stirred, not even a single leaf on the indifferent trees.
Overhead, a few space-cars passed by, droning like disgruntled hornets.
A young man sitting on the park bench stirred as he looked up to the sky. His shoulder length hair made him look older and yet he was just into his first teen year.
He breathed in the polluted air, feeling within himself for its freshness. He breathed in the familiar carbon which smelled of smoke and burning clothes.
He went into the house and looked around. He stared at the suit and mask on his bed. No, he told himself, enough. He was not going to wear that again. He had worn it all his life. It was time for freedom.
He walked into his backyard and looked at the double grave. His parents. How they tried to keep alive by wearing their suits and mask all the time, but they died anyway.
The earth was polluted. No more fresh air. It was dying.
The evacuation to Mars started five years before as the air went thinner and thinner. But his parents had opted to stay as thousands of others all over Earth had.
The thousands of others had started dying, and so had his parents. When they breathed their last, they looked like they were in their 60's and not in their late 30's as they were.
That was three years ago when he was ten. How he had survived was short of miraculous, but artificial food did not go bad and his father had hoarded tons.
The young man walked out of the house with his knapsack. He did not meet anyone on the lonely asphalt road towards the city. he did not know why he had to go there. It was just an overwhelming urge.
The sun did not set and it never would.
He felt his chest grew tight and his breath went shallow. He did not really care.
The sun and moon shone pale in the sky. He walked on. In the distant he saw the city, its skyscrapers like ancient hands trying to gouge the sky. Every now and then a sky car passed the dead city.
He walked on.- Ends
*this story was entered in a competition here. Thank you for reading.*
Published 11th April 2015 9:14pm
Dear Not so Near
Gasps of time when far seems too distant
times when almost touching I hear
him breathing
saying something together at once
bridging the distance
finishing each other's sentence
laughing at silly jokes
falling and hurting together
that weird mirror effect
lending nearness with awareness
So dear far over the horizon
so near on tip of fingertips
lips almost brushing
Meeting of two beating hearts
Just that
Near together apart.
times when almost touching I hear
him breathing
saying something together at once
bridging the distance
finishing each other's sentence
laughing at silly jokes
falling and hurting together
that weird mirror effect
lending nearness with awareness
So dear far over the horizon
so near on tip of fingertips
lips almost brushing
Meeting of two beating hearts
Just that
Near together apart.
Published 20th November 2014 8:52pm
Dearest Kitty
Show me loving concern
show me compassion
Oh yes, love me, hold me
Hug me tight, don't leave me
Oh my dear, I am wet
everything is sticking to my body
Patiently, waiting here, I sit
waiting for you to stroke me
Please hold me closer
to your warmth
Smell me, my steamy odour
touch me, hold me in your arm
Stroke the length of my body
Please..I really love that
I feel like a baby
being pampered and petted.
Listen to me purr
that shows I am pleased
I love you mister
this puss is pure happiness!
show me compassion
Oh yes, love me, hold me
Hug me tight, don't leave me
Oh my dear, I am wet
everything is sticking to my body
Patiently, waiting here, I sit
waiting for you to stroke me
Please hold me closer
to your warmth
Smell me, my steamy odour
touch me, hold me in your arm
Stroke the length of my body
Please..I really love that
I feel like a baby
being pampered and petted.
Listen to me purr
that shows I am pleased
I love you mister
this puss is pure happiness!
Published 14th December 2011 8:03am
DEATH
are you there
peering over my shoulder
are you there
just waiting to pounce
when I least expect you to
death
are you touching my arm
giving me this goose bumps
is that waft of cold air
a breath from your mouth
are you coming soon
shall I get ready
death
you will come eventually
not welcomed
but in the end
a faithful visitor.
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 4th September 2015 10:46am
peering over my shoulder
are you there
just waiting to pounce
when I least expect you to
death
are you touching my arm
giving me this goose bumps
is that waft of cold air
a breath from your mouth
are you coming soon
shall I get ready
death
you will come eventually
not welcomed
but in the end
a faithful visitor.
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 4th September 2015 10:46am
Death Gods Arise
Froth on waters crimson
Bubbling up to realdom
signs of impending doom
Death gods risen to claim
Souls of man yet to die
Xibalba's gates open
Mictlantecuhtli's minion
rise up among the people
Adorned in bones
Of captured souls
walk them upon the earth
Briefly before the end
when men would bend
their knees to the eternal
might of the lords of death
No man can say no
to them, the gods of death
when they harvest
the sheaves will be tied
to feed their might.
Bubbling up to realdom
signs of impending doom
Death gods risen to claim
Souls of man yet to die
Xibalba's gates open
Mictlantecuhtli's minion
rise up among the people
Adorned in bones
Of captured souls
walk them upon the earth
Briefly before the end
when men would bend
their knees to the eternal
might of the lords of death
No man can say no
to them, the gods of death
when they harvest
the sheaves will be tied
to feed their might.
Published 25th November 2013 9:27pm
Death of a Shaman
my grandmother in a trance
incessant chants of unknown tongue
she saw beyond the veil
of this reality and theirs
petite almost frail
beauty of then a shadow
only seen in her aged eyes
lending her a lost look
she used to cry in her sleep
whispering fire fire
I wondered if she did
ever burn within
hating my father
him hating her
snarls instead of chats
he died first
I saw her cry herself to sleep
she saw through the veil
knew his cruelty
knew his consuming hatred
she died after a month
of death chanting on the bed
leaving her alone
her demons flew
with her last breath.
incessant chants of unknown tongue
she saw beyond the veil
of this reality and theirs
petite almost frail
beauty of then a shadow
only seen in her aged eyes
lending her a lost look
she used to cry in her sleep
whispering fire fire
I wondered if she did
ever burn within
hating my father
him hating her
snarls instead of chats
he died first
I saw her cry herself to sleep
she saw through the veil
knew his cruelty
knew his consuming hatred
she died after a month
of death chanting on the bed
leaving her alone
her demons flew
with her last breath.
Published 9th April 2015 9:44pm
Death of a Shaman
my grandmother in a trance
incessant chants of unknown tongue
she saw beyond the veil
of this reality and theirs
petite almost frail
beauty of then a shadow
only seen in her aged eyes
lending her a lost look
she used to cry in her sleep
whispering fire fire
I wondered if she did
ever burn within
hating my father
him hating her
snarls instead of chats
he died first
I saw her cry herself to sleep
she saw through the veil
knew his cruelty
knew his consuming hatred
she died after a month
of death chanting on the bed
leaving her alone
her demons flew
with her last breath.
incessant chants of unknown tongue
she saw beyond the veil
of this reality and theirs
petite almost frail
beauty of then a shadow
only seen in her aged eyes
lending her a lost look
she used to cry in her sleep
whispering fire fire
I wondered if she did
ever burn within
hating my father
him hating her
snarls instead of chats
he died first
I saw her cry herself to sleep
she saw through the veil
knew his cruelty
knew his consuming hatred
she died after a month
of death chanting on the bed
leaving her alone
her demons flew
with her last breath.
Published 9th April 2015 9:44pm
Death Smiles
Designer jeans, tight shirts
biceps hardened by daring games
on water sports and Harley bikes
they reign supreme on highways
running over cats and kids
Cannot stop, they live for speed
Burly, more than 200 pounds
Bandanas covering their hair
steering trucks and trailers
through lonely roads, cross country
sometimes they fall asleep
cause a pile up, kill a few people
Drunk and driving, nice people
grow dizzy as they struggle home
Singing along happily to the radio
five other passengers cling on
They hit a tree, and everyone died
Except the driver who was drunk
Death has a lot of assistants
they even work for free
so scytheman just smiles
handing out rewards.
biceps hardened by daring games
on water sports and Harley bikes
they reign supreme on highways
running over cats and kids
Cannot stop, they live for speed
Burly, more than 200 pounds
Bandanas covering their hair
steering trucks and trailers
through lonely roads, cross country
sometimes they fall asleep
cause a pile up, kill a few people
Drunk and driving, nice people
grow dizzy as they struggle home
Singing along happily to the radio
five other passengers cling on
They hit a tree, and everyone died
Except the driver who was drunk
Death has a lot of assistants
they even work for free
so scytheman just smiles
handing out rewards.
Published 15th March 2014 9:36am
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