I'm sitting in my four walled room
They're closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you
Just some feelings rotting in the back of my brain.
HelmsmanFrom the blackest pits
The vilest of realms
In the mind it sits,
The master of helms.
It sets the due course
Towards the roughest seas
Winds so cold and hoarse
Waters never sitting at ease.
Through the storm, an island
So battered by the storms
Where God's only demand
Is to feed the lonely worms.
So here it's come to pass
The few, lonely and lost
Pray in silence, the mass
Victims of the vilest cost.
Sad WordsShe's holding her breath
Lost in her thoughts,
As the skies cry out
She's torn up with doubt.
He's back at the house
Penning those sad words,
He writes in red pen
So the words burn true.
And she's calling his phone
He has nowhere to go
The candles been burning
On both ends, wheels turning
Down the road,
The only light is the moon.
She sings their favorite tune,
He's been hurting all along.
From the first time they met.
She never felt the same
She was sick of the game.
He was running away
From those awful mistakes
And he bore battle scars
Left behind from his past.
Like a supernova
A blast of color and flame
They came together as one.
But love never burns tame.
She got the news,
Two days after he left
There was an accident,
Down the road from her house
In her heart she knew it,
Never thought he'd do it,
Leave her all alone
Just leave her all alone.
Night ThoughtsShe takes a breath,
Draws it in slow.
Savors the taste of another night
Exhales the words of a wasted fight.
In her hand is a cigarette
Burning, trying to forget.
It burns, but never consumes
The memory that she's come to fear.
Those words echo in her ear
Hands clenched tight by her side.
Smoke rising towards cloudless sky
Wondering why she ever thought to try.
MorningShe walked out into the yard, hair trailing behind her. Damp morning air clinging to it like a blanket. Light mist wafts up from the grass. A single street lamp illuminates the lifeless road before her. Every step she takes sounds hollow and cold. The ebony sky begins to lighten as morning slowly crawls over the horizon. The woman looks to her left; a sprinkler kicks on in the neighbor's yard. Jets of crystal clear water scatter across the yard. The silence of the morning slowly breaks as the world around her begins to awaken. She lets out a small yawn. The sound is soft and subtle, carried away in the early morning breeze. A small, dainty hand wipes the remnants of sleep from her pale green eyes. She turns to head back inside as the first rays of daylight breach the darkness. As she reaches the steps, she turns and looks back across the yard. Before her lies the beginning of a beautiful day and a soft smile spreads across her face.
HoursTwelve. Beginning, end.
Both zero and twenty four.
Watching the hours bend
As I'm left waiting...
A chime in the distance,
Fragments of hours gone by.
Holding out for reassurance,
Another memory of a night sky.
Hands moving across the surface
Like lovers caught in the act.
Grabbing on to shorten the distance,
Trying to fix a heart that's cracked.
Cold. Chilled by the morning air
A bleak glimpse of the coming dawn.
Frosty breath, lifting without care
Floating, till it's finally gone.
GlancesShe clings to fleeting glances
Through that stained glass frame of mind.
One look, the beating heart dances,
But feelings unabated are never returned.
She plays with a curl of hair
Lost in faded memories so long ago,
Back to when her heart held fair
Where her love was in turn requited.
It was warm, when summer ruled the land
The breeze so carefree, playing with the trees.
An embrace, held tight in his loving hand
She knew it, and felt it in her weakening knees.
But now it's that, a memory
Laid bare in the pages of their history.
Where once she dreamt of love, family
Now she clings to a fleeting glance.
UntitledI’ve stared into the dark for so long
Through looking glasses tinted red.
Yet, here I stand upon the cusp of sorrow
Peering over the edge of sanity.
I’ll write my prayers on paper napkins
So I can wipe away all your pain
And though my eyes see only darkness
You’ll be my one, true only light.
Wallowing in my bleak sorrow,
Drowning in tears of memory
You grip my hand so ever lightly,
And pull me up from my own grave.
This spiraling staircase seems like miles
Of emotions lost so long ago.
But here we stand in the doorway
Peering out into the dawn.
And yet my gaze falls backwards
Into that lost, hollow abyss.
Searching for all the answers
To questions never asked.
Story of our TimeI don’t ask for your pity, nor do I want it
I just want your understanding
For mine is a case with no model to fit
As life passes along, stranding
You asked once so very long ago
And I almost forget the sound of your voice
Clear and ringing as crystal, soft as snow
But the words never come, mostly by choice
The pages of time wistfully turn
As day turns to night against the sky
With a passion so bright it shall burn
Away the midnight into yearning day
Yet, now you’re leaving, your passion spent
I answer the question we both nearly forgot
My words bring no solace as your heart is rent
Their meaning lost, here, in this lonely spot.
Strangers like YouI pour my heart out to strangers, their less likely to pry
Digging into emotions even I can’t understand.
Some laugh, some cry, some share their own stories,
But to them, I too am a stranger, not looking to pry.
Most days the makeup covers all the fatal cracks
Applied like plaster, filling in the forgotten spots.
I look upon the world with not colors, but words
Written in those faces where the colors lie.
But days like today appear, bursting like a pipe,
Where darkest midnight is not the darkest hue.
The lights of beating hearts, so seldom and few
Burning as lanterns against the endless blue.
So I patch myself up with little much ado
Hiding shifting thoughts behind a task or two.
The gnawing beast still grips onto my mind
Taking a little more with every pause.
As the day draws towards inevitable end
I sit alone, contemplating my waking world.
In the stillness of a darkened, little room,
I pour my heart out, to strangers like you.
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Inflation DayI walked into my room
Pulled out some loose clothing to wear
Then I went into my closet
And pulled out a large tank of air.
I stuck the hose in my bellybutton
I said "This is going to be great!"
I went to the airtank
And turned the knob up to eight.
I felt the air enter my body
I had hoped it would soon
That's when it actually happened
I was inflating like a balloon!
My belly was getting rounder
I poked it once or twice
My whole body was getting enormous
The feeling was very nice.
However, I was quickly losing mobility
I was bigger in width than height
Soon, I was feeling lots of pressure
And my belly feels really tight.
I tried to pull the hose out
Unfortunately, it was stuck
And now I can't move to reach the airtank
Well great, just my luck....
The expanding feeling is just too great
I don't really think I want to stop....
However, I'm starting to feel pretty full
And now I think I'm going to pop!!!!
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalker
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto
RapeYou said it would not hurt, as you advanced;
Yet nothing but pain was inflicted, your
Secretive smirk left me lost in a trance,
I was young and vulnerable, unsure.
You told me to trust you, though I did not
Your words sliced through my soul; you took control
Of my mind, you left me with not one shot
To sew back together this gaping hole.
You took from me, my pride, my innocence
So you could receive what I did not want
To give you; You struck, as though with vengeance,
Though I had not wronged you; I fear you'll haunt
My dreams forever, release from my mind
Never, you poisoned this victim; left blind.
IsolatedBreak the chains
In our brains;
From their brainwashing
We must refrain.
No one wants to believe,
maybe they like being deceived.
Well I guess it's not their fault,
it's up to them to fully understand
What they perceive.
We're becoming desensitised,
The elite are recognised;
They're becoming idolised.
We're getting manipulated
Like a puppet on a string,
Because we fall for anything;
We're all being moderated;
We're slowly being separated.
I'm starting to feel isolated.
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
Remember the Angel?
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand new
Remember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?
You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?
Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?
All of that was only for you , sent from above
Remember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
Freak The Mighty The poemFreak and Max, Max and Freak,
Tall strong kid, small sick geek.
Adventures with Knights,
Horses, stuff that gives you frights.
"The usual," says Max,
Talking about the knightly attacks.
Standing high above the world,
saving fair maidens and young girls.
Kenneth Kane kidnaps his son,
Freak's there to get the job done,
Saving his best friend with a squirt gun.
Filled with soap, vinegar and curry powder,
Killer Kane getting scared with the sirens louder.
Released under his time for good behavior,
By claming quotes by Jesus the Savior.
Freak's Dictionary fulled of knowlege, fun, and rude jokes,
Max's memory of his mother, down to the choke,
by his father, Killre Kane,
The children tease his son "Who got no brain."
Knights, Robots, and cavemen,
All said by the son of Fair Gwen.
The ornithopter flying above the brave knights,
Freak the Mighty, who stops fights.
"Magnesium!" on top of Max's shoulers yells Freak,
So smart for a child who's weak.
9 feet tall they stand,
Soon their quests were b