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BrokenSilent screaming echoed through the night
The pains of the heart
Into vast darkness both above and below
The heart begins to crack
The pain and sorrow bringing far too much pressure
The heart bleeds through those cracks
Making them larger
The pieces begin to fall apart
Piece by piece
Bit by bit
The heart screams
Begging to feel whole again
The shattering of glass as it hit's the floor
Only to realize it's the sound of a shattering heart
Once shattered and broken
Becomes far too many pieces
To just make whole again
DemonBlack leathery wings spread wide
Stretching and blending with the night sky
Flashing dark green eyes survey the land
Sharp canines protruding from a wicked smile
Blood drips from their sharp points
A malicious spark crossing slowly brightening eyes
The rush of air as it falls
The heavy flap of wings
The sharp snapping of trees and screams of pain
The current landscape demolished in one powerful gust
Random splatters of blood cover shattered tree trunks
The smell of the red mass becoming intoxicating and unbearable
Now pristine white teeth glow under the red full moon
A grin forming from the night's task
The creature fly's off leaving it destruction behind
Feeling satisfied with the work he has done
Total destruction plus the destruction of lives
The blood was an added bonus to feed it hunger
A never ending cycle of death
The never ending enjoyment of the sight of pain.
LunarThe darkness and paleness of the surroundings.
The deep foreboding of the forbidden.
A mind's creation,
Sanity loses its grip,
It slips slowly into darkness.
Struggling to survive,
Fighting to stay in the light,
But failing gracelessly.
The holder of the mind,
Falling faster into darkness,
Their hearts being consumed by darkness.
Their bodies becoming darkness,
Shells of what they used to be,
Floating amongst us all,
Walking the earth,
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I died todayI died today
Took my own life
I was tired
I was desperate
And now I'm dead
People never cared
So I left them behind
Now a new life awaits
Beyond the gates of Hell
each kiss carries
context and content,
sad eyes pour into mine
like a swimming pool
being filled with angels’ tears.
i cup her face in my hands,
trying to hold all of the water
that escapes her
as i gently kiss her forehead.
i will cradle her cerebrum
and maintain our composure.
i will protect you.
refers to the hands on a clock,
as well as the anatomical.
and this kiss is subtle,
but it represents our passing of time.
i started this with my mother at 13,
and only a few embraces away from 18.
with our fingers locking
themselves to adolescence.
i never have visibly blushed,
but i swear my flushed cheek
burned where your left your lips
for nearly a lifetime.
at least that’s what it felt like.
i kissed the blinds
that covered the windows
of your soul
to let you know
the sun still shone
even if your eyes were close
bone brittlethey say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the waves
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.
but your love was like a desert.
our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.
if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.
we collided every time we met.
Love's Stormy EndThe bright hues of color fade
The sun seemingly no longer as bright
The wide free sky looking as though it too is stuck in a cage
Lustrous white clouds swiftly change to grey
Thunder rolls and lightening arcs across a darkened sky
The ice cold bitterness of rain falls and shatters against pavement
Deathly cold and unforgiving
Coming down harder as wind picks up
Tearing and shredding branches from trees
Stripping leaves from the fragile veins that hold them together
The force of the wind gets stronger
Becoming a piercing scream amongst the cold wet death of rain
An abrupt slowing of wind a rain begins
The world remains in its perpetual darkened state
The sky no longer wishing to brighten
The sun remains hidden behind thick, grey clouds
A large puddle of water lay still
Tainted dark red
A lone figure lying motionless in the midst of it
Clutching a final letter close to its heart
Once lively eyes stare out unblinkingly
Hollow and empty
A message etched in red scrawled across t
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