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.
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.
REDOnce upon a time there lived a little girl. She was a happy little girl who loved her grandmother very much. Her grandmother always doted on her with all manner of gifts and trinkets. One day, her grandmother gave the little girl a wonderful gift. She gave her a beautiful red velvet cap. The little girl wore the cap everywhere she went. Hence she came to be called Little Red.
Little Red visited her grandmother all the time. Every time she went, she would take the long, winding path that led through the woods. As Little Red travelled the path, her blond pigtails bobbed and swayed as she walked. On the most recent journey, Little Red’s mother had sent her to bring her grandmother some food and wine. It was her grandmother’s birthday recently and Little Red hoped to celebrate it with her. This trip to grandmother’s house was the same as the hundreds of others before it. The sun shone brightly, the birds in the tall pines chirped and sang sweet songs as she passed. Off in
Flower of DeathDeath becomes you my dear,
Elegant, surreal, ephemeral.
It flows about you like water
Or like a never ending sky.
You burn like a roaring fire,
Luring in the cold.
Yet, you hold no warmth
Like a picture of stone.
I hold your hand,
It lay limp and cold.
To know such endearing peace;
I shudder at the thought.
But alas! You must go,
Rest awaits you below.
I place a kiss on your pale cheeks
My skeletal hand in yours.
Children in the Woods Next to a great forest, just outside a large, old village stands a small cottage. The residents of the cottage are a young brother and sister. When the two were very young, their mother and father passed away in some strange accident. The house was built by their father, a master carpenter, and it was very sturdy. So it came to be that Hansel and Gretel lived alone near the dark expanse of the forest.
A great famine ravaged the village. Little rain fell for several months and the crops withered and died. Most of the villagers moved away except the orphaned young and the old. At first the remaining animals kept the people fed. But as time marched on the food grew more and more scarce. Sitting around the fire one dark and dreary evening Hansel and Gretel sat contemplating their fate. “What are we to do dear sister, we are left with naught but half a loaf of bread,” Hansel said staring sadly at the remaining bread. Gretel took a moment to answer. “Brother,
The Ashen MaidenOnce upon a time, there lived a sad little girl. Every night at midnight, the girl would weep and weep until her eyes burned and turned stinging red. She would weep because her mother passed away right before her beautiful green eyes. Her father mourned as well for many months. But as time passed, he became entwined with a widowed woman. Soon after, her father and the widow married.
At first the girl was happy. She had a new mother and with her she brought two new sisters! The girl was happy because she would no longer be alone anymore. At first, they were a happy family. But as time passed, and the girl matured, her stepmother and stepsisters became increasingly jealous of her beautiful features. Slowly, the girl went from being a daughter to a servant. The poor girl had no escape or aid from her father. Her father would be away from home for long periods of time because of his trade. And her stepmother and stepsisters grew increasingly cold and hostile to the poor girl.
The girl was
When he was young, fit and tall,
he got called up and sent off to war,
was made to wear a uniform
and shipped abroad, from his family torn.
Arriving in a foreign land,
to the sound of marching bands.
Sent up front to the muddy trenches,
told to shoot, without consequences.
One by one his comrades fell
but he came through this living hell.
Endured the cold, the mud and rain,
gas, guns and bombs drove him near insane.
Then one day he was told to go.
The war was over, now you're a hero
but being brave didn´t keep him alive,
he knew just luck helped him survive.
Now old and grey and bent with age,
he takes part in autumn parades,
in honour of all his fallen mates,
who he'll see again at heavens gates.
Poem written by
26th August 2015.
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
Kelly's BellyThis is the story of a girl who grew
Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue
Young and pretty, her name was Kelly
All she wanted was a big round belly
Her friend was smart, made her a pill
One to make her stomach fill
She let the pill slide down her throat
Then felt herself begin to bloat
Next her tummy rounded out
Her cheeks puffed up and made her pout
Her top was stretched, it was too small
to cover her belly, now a big round ball
You'd think she had too much to eat
She could no longer see her feet
She rubbed her belly, felt it grow
Wondered when she'd start to slow
But there was no end to her inflation
Although she quite liked this sensation
She grew to many times her size
And there was panic in her eyes
Her friend realised something was wrong
The pill she'd made was way too strong
As Kelly floated from the ground
Her belly made a creaking sound
Her friend said sorry she had to go
But Kelly was about to blow
Now alone she filled the room
Reached her limit and went kaboom
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
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.
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
self-harm is for attention?If self harm is for attention,
then why the scars we conceal,
why feel the guilt with every cut,
why know that within you will never truly heal,
if merely for attention,
the scars would be for all to see,
you'd want all to know what you do,
not be hating what you know you'll always be,
you'd cut and burn in front of others,
not forever behind closed doors,
feel accepted by all around,
not as if you're breaking some social law,
"self harm is for attention",
the words of an ignorant fool,
who think that we crave sympathy,
thing that having scars makes us feel "cool",
they don't think about what they are saying,
look for the logic in the lies,
all they see is attention seekers,
through their uneducated eyes,
maybe one day they'll know the truth,
maybe they will feel the pain,
then with their new found knowledge,
I hope they hear the lies again,
feel the unacceptable,
the hatred these lies create,
be on the receiving end for once,
and forever curse cruel fate,
if self harming was for atten
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