You are
completely anonymous
to me.
Your
name age gender remain a secret.
I know neither your
height weight sexuality nor the color of your
eyes hair skin.
For once I had no
preconceived ideas
false expectations
unfair prejudices
that distorted you into something that you
were not.
I savor my ignorance
for it carries the delightful taste of
pure truth.
Beautiful.
I like to talk to my best friends
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
...
If only you could hear them, too.
Dear mommy, please don't hurt yourself.
I need you to hold my hand.
From crossing the little old gravel road
To helping me find wonderland.
Dear mommy, please don't hate yourself.
I love the way you used to be.
Happy and joyful, so filled with love
Or at least that's how you seemed to me.
Dear mommy, maybe I don't understand.
But please don't let yourself go.
I need you now more than ever,
And more than you'll ever know.
Dear mommy, please don't leave me.
I love you.. Don't you understand?
Mommy, please don't kill yourself.
I still need you to hold my hand.
Solid, the world that I stand on
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each picture, each word, each song.
I tended to the fresh and flames anew
Warming the hearth; a home created, set,
And welcomed each and everyone of you.
Everything was perfect
What was broken, mended
What was ruined, repaired
But now...
Now there is a war raging on.
My place of peace ablaze
The fire I built, consumes
Each building, brick by brick
Shudders under gunfire
From an enemy unknown
And the havoc that once was, resumes.
Crumbling, the world that I stand on
This place of my creation, it is my ve
The Stars that Seem to Collide by 00SIMPLESOUL00, literature
Literature
The Stars that Seem to Collide
The soft crunch of gravel under your feet
Stepping to the rhythm, stepping to the beat
Others surround you, excitement rides on the breeze
Summer putting souls to rest, their stress turned into peace
Driving, climbing, walking through
Nothing else better to do
In this old town, then what we found
On the night when our stars fall down.
Everything thing in this clearing become silent
Whispers of anticipation suddenly compliant
And we all hold our breath; our hearts in our chests, roughly kicking
as the final minutes on the clock fall away, softly ticking.
We look to the skies
and I can never believe my eyes
as I sat on the concrete that nigh
If you come closer by dirtydancerforlife, literature
Literature
If you come closer
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked t
Sending Me To Hell:
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrat
I Can't Devour You, Not Yet by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
I Can't Devour You, Not Yet
I Can't Devour You, Not Yet:
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crum