Sunday 25 December 2011

*Breathes*

Heartbeat flutters, fingers tremble
Eyelids wide apart
I don't quite know what I should do
Breathing's a good place to start

Understanding, recognition
Take time to sink in
But now they have and I'm ecstatic
Breathing's a place to begin

Smiling madly, laughing out loud
I've a reason to
Inspiration everlasting
Pretty much all thanks to you

Friday 23 December 2011

The Royal Poets

Here she comes,
Her white dress flowing,
Her long veil blowing,
Her smile brighter than the sun.

There he stands,
His tux a prefect fit,
A glint in his eye,
Un-patient with anticipation.

A lift of the veil,
A smile of eyes,
A touch of hands,
A trade of rings.

Together forever,
To never be apart,
Are the Royal Poets,
Mr. and Mrs. Ambrosius.

Kallista,
With the warmth in her heart,
Octaboona,
With the amazing smart.


(CONGRATS GUYS!)

Tuesday 20 December 2011

Jesus Amazing


O Holy Night!
Behold the glorious light!
The stars are brightly shining,
The beauty, entrancing, so binding
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth.
For the love of mankind, His children, had worth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
The Fall made pure forever declining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
Praise God for Jesus' birth!
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
Raise your praising voices!
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Our Savior is born!
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
Singing, praising, all of them rejoices!
O night divine, oh night when Christ was born;
The world, no longer need be forlorn
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
Held close to my heart, this precious night is mine
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Glorious night divine!
 
 
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
A star, through the sky, was beautifully streaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
To see this Babe, a gift, from God's hand
O'er the world the star is sweetly gleaming,
Hither ye wisemen, it seems to be deeming
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
Three gifts they have, so grand
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
Quietly gazing is He at loved ones, not danger
In all our trials born to be our friend.
Our broken souls, be willing, He mends
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
That Babe laying sweetly in the manger
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
He can be your greatest friend
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
 
 
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His love for us spreads even further
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
From chains of hate He wishes to free us
Chains He shall break, for the slave is our brother.
The neighbor a friend, the servant our mother
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
All through the land spreads friendship and peace
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Indebted to Him forever we'll be
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
The world, oblivion, before He came
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His amazing love, you must, must see
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
Urchins and kings, all are the same
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

You, be willing, His child He names!

Monday 19 December 2011

The Ho, Ho, Ho Man

Sat, I wait,
For the jolly man in red,
Some cookies as bait,
I decide to hide in bed.

I hear a bump,
And then a laugh,
There's his rump,
Or is it just half?

His wispy beard,
His big red hat,
I readied as he neared,
With my baseball bat.

"Ho, ho, ho!" he cried,
Before I jumped out,
And said, "You lied."

Then I let fire,
With my new gun,
And happily said,
"Ho, ho, ho, bitch."


Yes, it's true, I hate Santa.

Saturday 17 December 2011

Time Is Running Out

I realise the rhyming and syllables make no sense. Couldn't make it work otherwise.. ^^

Time is running out
I hope my words won't fail me
I'll say it, I must
Before I've missed my chance

My boundaries are failing
My arms flailing
I can't keep it in
But I fear I won't

So many 'what if?'s
So much confusion
So much inside me
That I must learn to show

If I won't tell
Things will stay the same
In this frozen, agonising state
So close, yet so far

If I do, it can go either way
Either my world will be blissful
Or stop in a moment of pain
That three words can shatter

Wednesday 14 December 2011

Burn

A glow.
So faint, so small, so insignificant
It means nothing at all.

A flicker.
Morphing light and shadow into shapes
Yet hardly noticeable.

A spark.
Engulfing everything in light
But for a split second.

It catches!
A flame begins, it feels so glorious
The warmth and brightness.

A fire.
It feeds on sadness, anger and despair
Leaving good in it's wake.

It burns!
It's eaten all things good and it's still hungry
Consuming everything.

A shell.
It's all that's left.

Tuesday 13 December 2011

In My Happy Place

In my happy place, no parents or school
No sadness at all, no boundaries or rules
Yet all are moral, everyone are kind
In my happy place, happiness I'll find

Water and Fire will find harmony
The Earth and the Air will rejoice with glee
And Light will then shine, enveloping all
The suns in the sky are bright, warm and tall

In my happy place I will have the guts
To say what I want, no stammers and 'but's
And I will then say what needs to be said
With my heart racing, blood rushes to head

And what he answered I will never know
Because in this world, my feelings don't show
But I am happy in my special place
'Cause I'm there with you, a smile on my face

Tuesday 6 December 2011

Cliffside

Standing on the edge, looking out upon the darkness,
It seems to be the only path of light amid a sea of black,
One step, one step, one step, an echoing mantra, a despairing song,
Rocks slide as you shift closer to the edge, you know there's no other way,
A narrow path of light in the blackness, one way, one way, one way...out......

Jump, jump......jump..........................................

Tuesday 29 November 2011

Depression

Depression's an expression to express extreme emotions,
Feeling blue, depressed, you, decide not to take action,
And so, depression builds, you want it all to end,
You think of suicide, but by common sense abide, and do not take your life,
Think of happiness, and joy, not depressing circumstances, lose yourself in fancies,
Be happy, not depressed, lest you become, one with a touch of blue, who writes only to warn you,
Of depression, an expression, to define your deepest blue.

Monday 28 November 2011

You are not alone

Poet's note: I haven't posted in a while, but that's mostly because I've abandoned poetry to my own blood. Now I know better, and I've fearfully picked the pen up again. But I hope my skills at poetry have not diminished. This is for the "Not Alone, All together" project, in which I have taken part. Enjoy.

Death.
Despair.
Seems familiar?
Disorientated.
Desperate.
You search uselessly for a way out.
Darkness boils within.
A bright angel, demolished.
Death beckons to you with a crooked finger.
The knife, it seems so tempting.
The gun, so innocent.
All it needs is a small movement of a suicidal muscle.
But stop.
There is hope in the darkness, a light,
The green exit sign entices you to a world of colour
From under his cowl, Death hisses in defiance.
But he can do no more than watch you go.
Pale hands steady your shaking feet
Walking out, tasting freedom so sweet
Ignore their teasing and raucous laughter
Your antagonistic reaction is what they're after
Shine your way out of fear
Hold on to hope that is so dear
Once you leave the monochrome behind
Happiness and colour is all you'll find
Five words, fallen angel, comes the voice from the phone
I cannot emphasize enough -- You are not alone.

Sunday 27 November 2011

Wayfaring Stranger

I wrote this in like, 30 minutes. So don't expect anything particularly impressive. I just felt like posting. Oh, and yes, it is named after the song :)

Wayfaring Stranger
Your face is burnt with age,
Your throat covered in stalagmites of sand,
The glisten of water in your eyes,
Lost in a desert of choice.

Grown old of waiting, have you?
Has the hurt withered your bones?
Strong once, brittle now,
You are long gone to the world.

Too scared to break hearts,
Where did that get you?
There’s no map down in this land
But you didn’t learn the routes.

There were many paths to take,
And many wonders to see.
But instead you only saw
This golden hell.

I feel pity for you,
Lonely and unfulfilled.
“If only, if only,”
You mutter everyday

Perhaps
You could have had something
But now you have nothing
And still can, but won’t.

Your fear rules you
As you learnt
Every action
Has a dire consequence

Stay in this place
With no words on your lips
No strength in your hands
You will always be weak

I’ll let you feel the roughness on your tongue
And taste the bitter aftertaste
As every time, you put them
Before you.

Monday 21 November 2011

The Trial of the Thief in Black

"We've gathered here today," he said
"To hopefully chop off the head
"Of one so daringly conceited
"She seems so nice, but don't be cheated!

"Thief in Black, she calls herself,
"And fights 'for greater good'
"A jar of hearts stands on her shelf
"All she says is falsehood!"

The man who spoke stood fat and tall,
He faced the crowd, spoke lies to all
In order to convince them that
Beloved Kal was just a prat

The throng believed his every word
They jeered and 'boo'ed so loud
A bemused chuckle wasn't heard
From the lady in the crowd

A grandiose poster was unfolded
The Thief's shy smile was then beholded
By every person in the crowd
Who held chins high and solemnly vowed

"THE THIEF IN BLACK WILL SEE HER END
"WITHOUT A HOPE, A CARE, A FRIEND
"SHE WILL BE FOUND,
"AND LOSE HER HEAD!!"

Then suddenly, a blinding light
Made all the people freeze with fright
A group of people, standing tall
A man in purple adressed all:

"To say the Thief will die alone
"Is only your ignorance shown
"'Cause as you see, she has her share
"Of people who always love and care."

The lady who had laughed before
Laughed once again and her friends saw
The lovely lady in the crowd
Why, it was Kal, and off she bound

She joined her friends and hugged her love
Rain started pouring from above
They dissappeared in clouds of smoke
The crowd was left outside to choke

They landed in a grassy plain
The sun was shining down again
Over the big group of friends
To Kal, right then, they seemed godsends.

Saturday 19 November 2011

CHAN!

<- Well, this is my drawing of Chan ^^


I used only photoshop for this, so no trees were cut down for this drawing.


HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

My gang

I walked the streets, my friends behind me, strolling down the lane,
Pyro, Kal, Octa and Hellboy, Red and Venice Rain,
Aquila and Dragona too, join with me every one of you,
there's Skyril, Quinn, Krane, Niall and,
watch as more will join and band,
There's Everisse and Lenka here, as each one joins we laugh and cheer,
Vivianna Spark as well, oh so many more to tell,
Ayesha, NJ, Mar-Chu still, more must come, I'm sure they will,
Rubescent Sunshine, Nyx Dawn arrive, it just makes us feel more alive,
Gepard Valk, falls from the skies, to land among us with cheers and cries,
Our party is almost complete, there's one more person, we need to meet,
Down from the sky, a Golden God, with radiant eyes, on clouds he trod,
But then he took a mighty leap, and landed straight, not in a heap,
He stared at us and then we bowed, to Golden God, and shouted loud,
"Be welcome, here, O' Golden one, who shines far brighter than the sun,"
And on we went, into the sunlight, each one of us, shining as bright.

Friday 18 November 2011

KAL AND OCTA!

Soo... After many (failed) efforts of photoshop-painting, I decided to colour it by hand with pencils! I didn't have a skin-cloloured one, though....

...Octa's head is lopsided....

HOPE YOU LIKE IT!









Horray! Better coloured version!!

And Octa's head is no longer lopsided!

PYRO

Yay, two versions!!

Tuesday 15 November 2011

Joy of Life

A whispered lie, a silver blade
The deed is done, the man is slayed
And she escapes, not one sound made;
'Tis the way of the assassin

A glint of sunlight caught his eye
A rustle of some leaves nearby
An arrow in the air does fly;
'Tis the way of the huntsman

A frightened ghasp rings through the night
A child awakes, he sweats with fright
He wipes his tears, turns on the light;
'Tis the way of nightmares

A page filled all up to the brim
A story, poem, song or hymn
Are thing a writer takes pride in;
'Tis the joy of life

Monday 14 November 2011

Hear ye, hear ye! (Ok, I was really stuck for a title).

I bet you can guess who this one's dedicated to! 


Ok, I know this is pretty bad. Well, some sections especially. But it's the thought that counts, right?



Down by the riverside,
Beneath a blossomed tree,
Sat a beautiful princess,
Laughing merrily.
One could believe that she understood
How joyous life could be.

She was a true princess
Not by marriage or birth, but heart,
She had a smile brighter than 1000 suns
And although in books she mayn’t be smart
Her charm and grace took their place
Within her peoples hearts.

Her prince, he was a tyrant,
Their love was sweet but short.
And he was blacked out of the family tree
But she- far sadder than she’d thought,
As he left to marry another
Woman that he sought.

But the good people helped her,
And things started to get better.
New love began to flower-
A lady and a professor,
And another left a girl,
Who certainly was much lesser.

The said ‘another’ came to court,
A gentle smile in hand,
He said, “I am the poet
Known throughout this land.
I should like to see the princess,”
He said in a voice so grand.

They took him to her chamber,
Where she sat in a man’s uniform.
“I am guarding my heart,” she said, she said,
“Protecting it from harm.”
And so, she rose and looked at him,
Cold and strong and calm.

Boldly, without a smile she stood,
But this was not what he could see,
“I hope you know, my darling,
That your heart would be safe with me.”
And so he leaned in, and kissed her,
Softly, gently.

She looked into his eyes,
And not another word she said,
But he knew, and how he knew,
What lay inside her head.
Her heart was always his,
Always will and always had.

And love was this and this it was,
Of patience, trust and hope,
And my two friends, the lovers,
I pray they do not elope.
For we do wish to see them,
And how they smile and how they cope.

The world is such, a mystery,
Where love falls in and out,
But only the most beautiful,
Is where ‘you’ is what it’s about-
I heard that love is selfless, 
And kind and good throughout.

And although I don’t see it,
Perhaps one day I will,
But now I can watch the lovers,
My poet and my girl,
My lady and my professor,
And many more as well.

And I end this with a message
Of two engagements, and thus two rings,
They shall be married by the riverside,
Where the blossoms do flower so pink.
And I shall be there to see them,
And of their happiness I will sing. 

Please tell me that poem just made sense... (I'm sorry! My inner editor hasn't died yet!)

Friday 11 November 2011

Does nothing

Every breath that enters
Feels like it just sits in my lungs
And does nothing
For fun.

Thinking of you
Drives me insane
And causes me to write a love poem
That, I think, is lame.

Last time this happened
I was unhappy with the end
So I think we should just remain
Friends.

You’ll probably never read this poem
Hopefully,
But if by some amazing consequence you do
(and know that this is for you)
Don’t think less of me.

My present to Pyro

From the sky, a star did fall, with blinding light, it silenced all,
It fell to earth, in all its glory, for aeons we will tell the story,
On entry, it broke up and burned, but to a shining form we turned,
The figure of a golden child, its features strange, its hair all wild,
A trail of fire, in its wake, as it walked, the ground did shake,
The boy walked on, the crowd amazed, his unruly hair, continued to blaze,
Until he came to one old mage, who blinked at the heat but kept his gaze,
He put his finger to the brow, of the child, who somehow,
began to grow, and brighten still, and he kept growing up until,
The mage broke contact, the light grew dimmer, but still the heat made the air shimmer,
Then from the crowd, stepped forth a group, a varied, different and colourful troupe,
They welcomed him with open arms, and he was dazzled by their charms,
he smiled and then, began to grin, at each new friend, who greeted him,
He laughed a laugh, that  sent a shower, of fiery lights, that burned for hours,
up and up they soared and spun, twinkled and dimmed, one by one,
The sorcerer, took him home, and brought him up, as if his own,
The boy grew older, until one day, the mages came back, with something to say,

They said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PYRO-DAWN!

Happy birthday Pyro, hope you like the poem!

Chan

Thursday 10 November 2011

Happy Birthday Pyro!!

Happy birthday, Lord of Flame
Humorous and bright
You burn and bring a smile to all
A friend, a hope, a light

Good company you always are
And surely'll always be
Your funny words, your roll of eyes
Make me laugh with glee

You're a brilliant, delightful friend
I think I speak for all
Happy birthday, Lord of Flame
From me, Red Waterfall

PS: there actually is a cat haunting my room! o.0
And I'm posting it on your b-day in Israel Time :D

Sunday 6 November 2011

Defiance by Hellboy

Why doesn't life run with me? Why does it always drag me the other way?


I try to write
But I cannot
For comes a time that my confusion
Sorrow
Anger
And frustration
Join together and sit,
Weighing me down
Daring me to write.
I defy you, malignant being,
Foul, bottomless feeling of failure.
For I will write forever more,
And there's naught you can do about it.
Not pain,
Nor confusion,
Nor sorrow,
Nor anger,
Nor any kind of frustration
Will hold me ransom and steal away my light.
Because I have more to live for
Than be a servant to your will.


"This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do."

I have posted this with the permission of Hellboy.

Saturday 5 November 2011

Hello all!
I am writing a story in chapters. It's not a fanfic, just something I randomly thought of and started to write. I would really really like it if any of you read what I have so far :)
www.just-me-in-the-dark.blogspot.com
Thanks!

Wednesday 2 November 2011

Ode to Octalista

A girl so kind, a boy so wise,
Amongst emerald grass and purple skies,
They stare into each other's eyes,
The perfect, perfect couple.

When they're together angels sing,
The girl presents him with a ring,
The diamond in it, dazzling,
The very best proposal.

Now down the aisle, dressed in white,
There comes Kallista, quite a sight,
Her beauty shines, a blinding light,
Pefection half completed.

She's greeted by the groom and he,
Is wonderfully good company,
They dance with joy and laugh with glee,
As man and wife, forever.

Monday 31 October 2011

The Sight

Today, my friends, we reunite
It's been so long since I've seen light
Of bright, warm day or moon-lit night
Today, my friends, we reunite

Tonight, my foes, we start the fight
The blood, and gore, and rage, and might
Will fill the battlefield with fright
Tonight, my foes, we start the fight

Tomorrow is a brand new day
Those daydreams just won't go away
And when I'm summoned to their call
With them to the ground I fall

For daydreams aren't just in my mind
I can see, the rest are blind
To events not happened yet
Events that I can not forget

The dark and cold and horrid prison
Was a sentence I'd been given
I'll escape and start it all
The battle in which I will fall

Monday 17 October 2011

Lost

Lost in a world of shadows and despair,
The stink of terror is strong in the air,
No sense of time or sight or touch,
With only the screaming, you don't know much,
A great inky chasm, a giant dark plain,
Filled with sorrow and grief to drive you insane,
An inhuman cry splits the air,
A spine-chilling scream raises your hair,
A moment of silence, the whispers have ceased,
The air becomes stiller, as we wait for the beast,
A massive horned figure, haunting the mind,
Destroying the souls of any it finds,
Waiting for those still with hope to give up,
It drinks from their souls as if from a cup,
An empty shell is all that's left,
A dusty casket - a broken chest.

Tuesday 11 October 2011

You're Not Sorry

Hear the clock count down?
I'm done waiting for apologies
I've sat waiting here too long
Even time has it's boundaries
I see you're never coming back
I'm not complaining, surely
But just in case you're running late
I'll wind the hands a few months early

Before you called me and said we're through
Before I was happy just being with you
Before we kissed, before I smiled
Before you were the only thing on my mind
Before all that, I'll be there, waiting
For one, sole word
Sorry.

Friday 7 October 2011

Tabacco

Guys, you gotta listen,
This is what I need,
It's what I want,
It's what will cure me.

You see, my life is terrible,
The pain and the hurt,
This make it go away,
This makes it all right.

It's my decision,
Please leave it be,
Hate me if you must,
I can deal with it.

I need to smoke,
It cures me,
Helps me relax,
Helps me smile.

Ode to Boredom / Snnapobith

Sitting, waiting, for something to happen
Not expecting anything special
No stress, no fear, no temptation
Anything not boring will certainly be blissful
Perhaps a fairy-tale Prince on his White Horse
Or an evil Witch that threatens to kill
Both will do, neither will suffice
I will look back on my prayers with remorse
Though my wishes fulfilled will be a thrill
Having them be will bear a price

Thursday 6 October 2011

Me, Myself and I

Am I better off dead
Than in this hell, in this war
Between Me, Myself and I
Raging on forevermore

Should I listen to my heart
Where lies are softly spoken
With softness, caressing remorse
My soul left not be broken

Or perhaps the answer's in the mind
Where cold, hard truths are shouted,
Maybe there I'll find the answer
And trust, it won't be doubted

A bitter war, no end in sight
Between me, and heart, and mind
A loss of one is the only way
I can possibly decide

Place of Sorrow

Enter the door, my dear, my dear
Where broken dreams lie
And crushed hopes die
And wither, and crumble
In silent demise

A sorrowful place, my dear, my dear,
Where broken hearts sigh
And empty promises fly
Flitting here, flitting there
Like little lost birds

We can't help them, my dear, my dear
In this place of tears
Of seconds and years
I will enter the door
My dear, my dear

You broke my heart, my dear, my dear
I must stay
And hope, and pray
For my heart still burns
For only you

Stay with me, please, my dear, my dear
My mind knows true
But my heart loves you
Though I know it will never
Be whole again




So enter the door with me, my dear
Please...
Enter the door

Some Things in Life

Some Things in Life

Lost in a maze of puzzles and thoughts
Where something was but now is not
Faiths, beliefs are tested often
Love is lost and ideals soften

Colors blend and mix and change
but somehow views have stayed the same
We should see blue, and white, and red
but we just see black and white instead

Friendships always are evolving
just as the world keeps revolving
Happiness and love make up a life
just as much as turmoil and strife

Hearts can open and they can close
Melt like candy when offered a rose
Freeze like ice when they're ignored
and shatter like glass when love is no more

But we know that children will cry
it is inevitable that the elders will die
We can't predict when we'll feel pain
but at least some things in life will always remain

Elliot Strainge

For a first I decided to post a fun poem I wrote a year ago. Hope you like it.

Gentlemen and ladies
This one’s for the babies
It’s Elliot the Strange
He’s looking for your change
He had to awake
As t’was for his sake
The rent wasn’t paid
The rules weren’t laid

His landlord made a threat
On which Strange did bet
Strange looked for his luck
Found love in a truck
Realised it was lust
But she had a nice bust.
Sam was her name
Her title was dame.

The two did wed
Made love in his bed
The landlord came in
And committed the sin
Of barging in a room
And he was then doomed
Because the sock was on the door
Not on the floor.

That night on that bed
Dame Sam to Strange said
“I think we’ve conceived”
Strange did quickly leave
And found himself here
Where he wants you to hear
The Tragedy of Mr. Elliot Strange
Who hasn’t gone insane.

Wednesday 5 October 2011

Writer Of Sadness

Ah, I see it again,
That lonesome trail in which I walk,
It comes and goes,
But it always comes back.

It's a life, I suppose,
A very dreary one,
A very sad one,
A very bad one.

You could say, sometimes,
I hate it, I do,
But it's all I've got,
All I'll ever have.

Sadness can be good too,
At certain times,
Like when writing,
It brims my mind.

So, I guess,
It's not that bad,
Apart from the mockery,
Ridicule and hatred.

I'll get over it,
Every teenager does,
Just I'm a tad dramatic,
What writer isn't?

Tuesday 4 October 2011

Freak

I never belonged in this world.
Pain, screaming, flesh uncurl.
To say I’m morbid is just wrong,
Perfection is but the world’s song.
And when you’re in it, you’ll sing too.
Counting slowly, one, two.
It starts with the eyes, I think.
Mine are dull, sad, my heart sinks.
At first you feel nothing but diced.
But hey, perfection has a price.
Blood mixes with tears
You will be perfect, allay your fears.
Lips, two, luscious and red,
Lying in a tight dress, on your bed.
Walk past mannequins in shop windows,
Your love has reached an all time low.
Rain that patters on the rooftops
Dresses that outline bodies in shops.
Slit wrists, scars that never heal
Sad, sad, scabs that peel,
A heart, tendons that shatter
Nothing in the world has ever mattered.
I’m a freak, nothing more,
Blood and tears drop to the floor.
Now as I ascend to a higher place,
Where people don’t see the scars that mark my face
Label me as morbid, emo, whatever.
I don’t care for tangible matter.
Sweet blood that lies on my tongue
Adrenaline that hardens the blood to my lung.
Tears that wash my face, that salty dew,
Too many in between, in far too few.

Wednesday 28 September 2011

In case of emergency

In case of emergency, pull this handle,
Out of the roof, people do scramble,
In case of emergency, smash with this hammer,
Out of the window, people do clamber,
In case of emergency, push that red button,
Out of the bus, people explode.

In case of emergency, pull the red toggle,
Out of the sky, people do fall,
In case of emergency, prepare for a jolt,
Out of the plane, people do vault,
In case of emergency, push that red button,
Out of the plane, people explode.

In case of emergency, try to find shelter,
Out of the supermarket, people run helter-skelter,
In case of emergency, hide underground,
Out of the sea, people crawl, half-drowned,
In case of emergency, push that red button,
Out of their houses, people explode.

In case of emergency, push that red button,
To set off a nuke, push that red button,
To destroy the world, push that red button,
To kill everyone, push that red button,
In case of emergency,
Don't pay any attention to me!

Villain

From good to bad from bad to good,
We don't always do what we should,
When fair is foul and foul is fair,
Should we behave with grace and air?
Or burn up in a ball of fire,
Of villainy, we never tire,
The world could be ours,
The limit is the stars,
We'd wreak havoc across the streets,
Terrify all those we meet,
But without good, bad is surplus,
Yin without yan, drifting without purpose,
With the good guy gone, we'd be forgotten,
Lose all the power that we'd gotten,
So bad gets captured, waits patiently,
Until good's back is turned, you see
While good is still around,
bad stays safe and sound,
For if good were to die,
The villain would just simply sigh,
And turn and walk away,
Until another day,
When good would rise,
And Surprise,
The villain who in disguise,
Would terrorise,
The people of the city,
His comments fast and witty,
And he would fight once more,
The hero, who all would adore,
The epic battle, of good and bad,
The bad guy's days are never sad.

Murderer's instinct

The first time your eyes were wide
A knife, into your victim’s side
He gasps, wheezes and splutters
And he falls, closing the soul’s shutters.
It was anger, you think, and revenge.
Your father’s death you wanted to avenge.
Cherry-red blood drips from your hands
A stained story you just can’t bend
A death, in the memory of a dead man
Hurrying out, blood soaks into the land
Sacrificial as a lamb on the altar
A satisfied feeling is what you were after.
A period to a life, a full stop to a comma
Unable to answer, say only “Sorta.”
A murderer’s instinct takes over your mind
You just can’t leave your killing behind
Eyes go wide, adrenaline pumps
A chopper cuts his body into bloody lumps
Stuff it in the freezer, wash the floor,
Rub your hands with soap and go out the door
Stare at freedom, taste it so sweet
The blood on your shirt will stain the white fleet
A record runs, the ballad of a dove
Sweet, sad, and feeling as love
But your heart is empty, and you sit crying.
For attention, everything is vying.
A voice nags at you at the back of your head.
Your father, it says. I’m back from the dead.
I’m coming to get you even when you run
I’ll let you live just for some fun.
I’m no longer in the body in the freezer
You shouldn’t struggle, it won’t be easier.
Your body is not your own, your mind is wild
A paddling pool, a warning seemingly mild
Blood bubbles from hose and soaks to the ground
Stumble back and trip over a mound
Pick yourself up and run to the gate
But jealous grass snags at your fate
Weeds and vines drag you back
For some wild reason they go slack
Your house transforms to a horrible face
It’s door, a mouth with teeth like a mace
It’s windows, eyes that shriek their rage
Incoherent thoughts fly around the page
Your house swallows you, a murderer’s instinct,
All that’s left is now spirits, extinct,
Your father caresses your face tender
And in fear, you feel your throat whimper
Nothing’s going to stop me now.
To fate and justice this act won’t bow.
A murderer’s instinct, it runs in the family
Licking up blood peacefully, happily.
A father and daughter lie dead on the floor
Final destination number four.

The devil's soul

(Poet's note: In case anyone thinks this is a spoiler for Death Bringer, it is NOT. I repeat, it is NOT. I haven't read the damn thing, so how could I release spoilers?)

Through the darkness, through the night
Running, running from the light
The wind’s whisper snatches away
The ends of your coat rapidly fray.
Time speeds on and skin colour fades
From healthy pink to tasteless beige.
Conspiracies around the corner
A random shrine to god it honours
Skid past corners and continue running
Past doors and smiling faces cunning
A joker’s smile spreads across your lips
And through the running, run past ships
Down the dock and to the sea
Shouting, shouting, “Remember me.”
Jumping down to the dark abyss
Then you sense something amiss
In your reflection you see something
A villain’s chill, a murderous instinct
And your reflection spreads a smile.
An intense charisma, an evil file.
Hands burst out of waves and grab you down
Water closes over you and you almost drown.
Pushing up you no longer feel her grip
But the hem of your shirt is awfully ripped
Small price, you think, get out of the water.
Who knew your life would end shorter.
The devil’s soul, your other half
Is now walking your destiny’s path
Hated and killed, the story unknown,
And spreading blood dark water has shown.
Going under, hair floats past your face
Falling forever at a jetlag’s pace
Blood leaks from your broken chest,
A bullet hole in your murdered vest.
The shrieking sound of a scraping bowl
Your reflection, the devil’s soul.

Will you hug me?

The child flings out her hands
Behind her is the marching band.
They had gotten in with a small fee.
“Daddy, will you hug me?”
Unexpectedly her father ignores
At home is a smattering of blood and gore
“Hug me? You’re too old for that!”
The child’s hair is a dirty mat
Her mouth is bleeding yet she feels no pain
Instead she feels the burning shame
She doesn’t raise the question again
And the years flow by like wind in a rain
The child grows up and goes to work
And fate decides to give a smirk
A motorbike crashes into hers
Making her spin, messing up furs
Then blackness.
She wakes up, on a cold bed
A thick bandage that wraps around her head
Her eyes notice her father next to her
His sad speech is hard to hear.
Her breath leaves fast and she’s going to die.
How fast, she thinks, does time fly?
Her beeps get too slow,
Her voice gets too low.
Sucking in breath with a shiver in her chest
Her mangled leg is nothing but a mess
She’s sick and tired of this world
Slowly, slowly, her arms uncurl.
Her father is nothing but bones and skin
“Daddy, daddy,” the child begins.
“Will you hug me?”

Hear me out

My blood runs from my head
My arms, pale and heavy as lead
My hair is messed up in the dead of night
Again my father has shown his might
A salt to the wound, my father says
“I won’t talk to you, night or days!”
Crying for mercy, begging on my knees
But he brushes me aside like I’m some fleas
“Hear me out, hear my shit!”
His words like a backlash whips
My bleeding heart, tearing cuts
I know he’s treating me like a mutt
Yet I still love him, still want to please him
His sharp words are severing my limbs
And so I take it out on myself,
Leaving slivers of flesh on a shelf
Putting up for people to see,
“Hear me out, pretty please?”
A sweet chorus of a sad song
Through this pain I have lived long
Such that I feel none when I cut my wrist
Blood flows down a death-grip fist.
Air doesn’t flow, visions turn dark
And oddly enough I hear a lark
A symbol of peace through times of turmoil
And to breathe, my collapsing lungs toil
But too late I try to gasp for breath
A sharp knife in a thin sheath
Piercing my heart making it bleed
On my blood my rage feeds
In a last act of defiance I spit
Saliva on his face; he throws a fit.
Finally my mangled body lies
Ready to cremate, ready to die
But miraculously I live
Another day, I weave
A tapestry of blood, bones and gore
Living to see another day of more.

How not to hurt

Curl up on my fancy bed,
Tears soak through the sheets
Pink, yellow, green and red,
my blood trickles from pierced feet.

Colours sweep across my eyes
As stars burst behind my eyelids,
my cheek stings as palms fly
Wonder why I forgive my mother morbid.

Tear-stained cheeks turn red with blood
And red infuriates my mother’s eyes
And her heart is bitter as a cud,
Dashing knives and making blood fly.

Congealing blood lands on the floor
And my scars slowly leave no trace
But mental scars are like a distant shore
And she finally stops her increasing pace.

Once again dragged up and bleeding
My mother’s fury knows no bounds
On my blood her anger is feeding
My racked body is the feeding ground.

How am I supposed to hurt anymore?
Not when I’ve been living in pain so long.
But my heart hurts more than the flying gore
Stinging slaps sing a sweet song.

Physical scars are not hard to heal
I see my friends looking so happy
But happy is not something I can feel
I envy their lives so sappy.

I wonder how I’m not mad yet
I wonder why I still love her
I wonder why I’m just her pet
And my flying innards my fur.

All I want to do is please
And allay my parent’s fury
At night they eat wine and cheese
Leaving me bits of mercury

The scars on my hands are hard to see
The scars in my mind invisible
But everytime I wince just think of me
And know my illness is incurable.

Tuesday 27 September 2011

The world is mine

If I turned evil and took over the world I would probably say/sing this...

This puny world, this horde of souls,
Uncleansed by death, shall take its toll,
You stupid, weakling people
I'll kill you and I'll keep all,
The treasures of your world for my,
Own pleasure and in my minds eye,
To see the world I've laid waste to,
I'll crush every last one of you!
Beneath my boots you'll fall,
To end as dust before all,
You mortals never learn that,
I will destroy the world at,
my leisure,
I'll take pleasure,
from your puny screams,
That punctuate my dreams,
and make me laugh with joy,
For you will I destroy!
The world will meet with disaster,
You will learn that I'm your master,
You'll die and I'll,
Look as you cry,
And crush you if you defy,
me, as I look at the blood-red sky,
As the world sinks to hell,
The funeral bells will knell,
I'll drag you screaming to tartarus,
But still you scream, "G-d save us!"
With death's scythe slick with blood,
you'll fall to the ground with a thud,
As you have truly died,
My hate is satisfied,
I'VE KILLED YOU HOPE!

Monday 26 September 2011

Unbelievably Depressing Poem

This is a joint poem cowritten by me and Quinn. Grey lines are by Quinn. Blue by me.


Unbelievably Depressing Poem That May Make You Want To Eat Your Own Arm. You Have Been Warned!

I’ve got a door in my heart and a cupboard in my brain
Where I hide my depression, my anger and pain
The walls are dark, with no light inside
This is the place in which I hide.

When the world gets too much, when I run out of hope
When the fear gets a hold, when I no longer cope
Then let me stay here, let my outside seem strong
Let me cry behind the door, this is where I belong

I put on a brave face, I brush away a tear
I look like I’m happy, yet I’m nowhere near.
It’s hard to live but harder to die
So I remain in the middle, just barely alive

I look out on the world, but the world doesn’t care
Doesn’t care how I feel, how I live, how I fare
I’ve given up on prayer; I’ve given up on faith
I have nothing left. All I do is wait.

I wait for an answer, a miracle, a friend
I wait for the oncoming darkness to end
But that day never comes, so I stay behind the door
I shut it all in the cupboard, and hide that beneath the floor.

Where I scream at the voices, who whisper back to me
That you’ll never see the stars shine, nothing’s all you shall be
And I can’t help but see they’re right, the proof is in front of my eyes
I have people who say else wise, but those are just white lies

A comforting illusion, well meant but far too late
For failure’s all I ever do, my lifeblood and my fate
I’m not sure what life meant for me, but things never work out
So I try and trudge on, like a farmer in a drought

The words they buzz around my brain, but slip through mind and thought
Frustrating me and baiting me until I stop, distraught
My breathing quickens, my logic subsides
I’m lost and I’m confused. Any joy is cast aside.

You looked at me with pity, for a while, and then forgot,
That I’m still in need of comforting. I’m left alone to rot.
I don’t want to dwell in my self-pity, I want to be a good man
But this feeling overtakes me, and nothing ever goes to plan.

No matter how hard I try, never mind how much I serve,
I begin to think this punishment, is what I truly deserve.
And this becomes the truth, cold and hard and set in stone.
I’m a broken person. But moreover I’m alone.

So I’ll stay like this forever. I’ll weep, I’ll sob, I’ll cry.
I’ll languish in my battered mind. Til the very day I die.

Saturday 24 September 2011

kallista, the spirit of kindness

Kallista, the gracious, kind one,
The one and only, the fine one,
Kallista shines, her radiance dazzling,
Her wit and kindness, to her beauty adding.

Kallista is the one to whom we look,
When we are unsure what to do,
She guides us with her charm and wisdom,
She cares for every one of you!

We look to you, Kallista,
The one who we can trust,
Whatever happens, whatever time,
Kallista will and always will shine

Friday 23 September 2011

'Twas a dark night

T'was a dark night, the moon was bright,
The nightmares held their breaths.
The poeple sleeping tossed and turned as death doth walk the streets,
His scythe a'knocking, on the doors, arousing startled wakers, from their slumber riseth.
If the dead could rise again, this night for sure they'd choose, for death in black doth walk the streets, he knocks on every door.
His cloak of shadows, drawn about him, his scythe glints eer-i-lly, his footsteps echo, paving shakes as death doth walk the streets.
He kills without a single thought, he claims his victims many, death doth not care for righteous doers, his death-touch is without choice, he kills us all in time we're dead before we wake.

If I was any good

If I was any good at writing,
I would'nt waste my time fighting,
to get through a maze of words,
I would no longer look absurd,
I'd be cheered all through the streets,
Loved by all those that I'd meet,
I'd be adored, nobody'd snore,
when I'd recite a new poem,
I would write well, yes I'd show em!
What could I do, if I just knew,
how to right a piece worthwhile,
Instead of with an awkward smile,
Standing tight-lipped, fear-faced, terrified,
I'd give up and when I'd sighed,
and packed my bags, and walked away,
I'd write a story, a page a day,
So people would read my work,
Without giving a smirk,
For my work would be good,
If I could, or would or should,
then I would write a poem,
And be adored by all.

Tuesday 20 September 2011

Words, fantastical

Words, fantastic words, over seventy million,
Words, fantastic words, used by over five billion,

If we did not have words, I would not be writing this,
What would we do without them, and so. I. say. this,

Words, fantastic words, fun, awesome and brilliant,
Words, fantastic words, tongues and supercilliants,
(That was a made up word, supercilliant is truly absurd,)

Words, fantastic words, silly, funny, amusing,
Words, fantastic words, through the dictionary I'm perusing,

Imagine the longest word ever, it's Welsh and its meaning's really clever,

Words, fantastic words, think of them as you read this,
Words, fantastic words, hated by all those with lisps,

Words, fantastic words, glorious words, brilliant words, epica wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooordddddddddsssssssssssssssssssssssss....

Words, fantastic words, glorious words, super-cool Wooooooooooooooords...

WORDS, FANTASTIC WORDS!

Monday 19 September 2011

Jetpack

At the moment, this is a poem, but it could be a song.


Soaring across the skies,
The crowd shows appreciation with ghasps and sighs,
The power behind me shakes the ground,
I can travel faster than the speed of sound.

Speeding along, the wind in my hair,
The eagles and cestrals stop and stare,
Racing along, jetpack roaring,
Across the sky, soaring,

With my jetpack

Saturday 17 September 2011

To my death I go

The executioner holds my arm,
Guides me to the scaffold,
As I walk I feel a sense of calm,
To my death I go.

I slowly walk the path of shame,
I'm pelted by the laughing peasants,
They throw at me without aim,
To my death I go.

I climp the steps, the gibbot waits,
A voice in my head, the word of the fates,
"This is not how it ends, you know,"
And To my death I go.

The hangman's noose around my neck,
Out of my eye I wipe a speck,
I realise now, I'm crying, my death approaches,
Forward thrusted, throat constricting,
Upwards lifting, angels guide me away,
I leave my death behind...

Draw With Me

Walking, walking, out to the edge,
Seeing a glass with a three-inch ledge
Reaching out, you see a reflection
Seemingly similar yet different reaction
Appearance, behavior, both alike,
Yet you can’t communicate, even with a mike
A soundproof barrier separates you two,
“Hello, hello!” you shout. “Can you hear me, you?”
He only shrugs and shakes his head,
And of ideas your mind is dead.
In his pocket he fishes around
Old coins and dust fall to the ground
In his hand he holds two chalks,
Made of fine material, black Ursofalk,
“Can you write?” he asks on the wall,
And a piece of chalk towards you falls.
“Of course, duh,” you write back,
a simple line, written in black.
He thinks of a way to make it fun.
“Can you draw?” he asks, still keeping mum.
And soon you start doodling on the glass
Drawing, a process smooth and fast,
Leaving a space to see each other,
You start to blush under evening’s cover.
He looks down, then suddenly writes,
“It feels cold” to your right.
He hesitates, then adds more too.
“I really want to be with you.”
“You are with me,” you write fast,
“Only there’s a glass between us.”
He leaps up, suddenly angry.
His heart, his soul, suddenly empty.
He pummels the glass hard with his fists
The anger twisting his face, even his lips.
“No!” you shout, “You’ll hurt yourself, no!”
T’was no use, he couldn’t hear your voice low
Suddenly the glass, it spider webbed, cracked,
He motioned you to move away, his pace failing to slack
And in three blows the glass gave way,
And you’ll always remember that fateful day
Three million shards repaired themselves,
His hand being there, slashed as well.
The next day, he arrives in a splint.
Your heart, at his sight, gallops in a sprint.
“Are you okay?” you concern talks.
He nods silently, taking out his chalk.
Cheerfully you write, “Wanna draw?”
You see him sigh. “I can’t anymore.”
That night you feel the lasting despair
How can you sleep when his arm can’t repair?
You take a knife and hold it to your elbow
It’s okay, you think. It’s not a big blow.
The next day you throw it over
And wait for him, your sweet clover.
He sees the package and opens it
And his lips in surprise he bit
The package drops, your arm comes out.
You write a line with an effort bout.
“Draw with me.”

Friday 16 September 2011

Autumn has come

Autumn has come,
Leaves turn brown,
Clouds cover the sun,
The year goes round.

Summer turns to Autumn,
This season's really awesome,
A brilliant mix of colours,
But then it becomes duller.

From yellows to reds,
From reds to browns,
In a mix of colour,
The observer drowns.

When Autumn comes,
The trees go bare,
Of colours there's one,
To dark from fair.

All life begins to seep away,
And now you know its time to say,
Autumn has come...

Death

At the end of time, a shadow stands,
Waiting for our death, the grim reaper sharpens his scythe and rubs his bony hands.

Our deaths are faited, we all must die,
But we still resist, we kick and cry.

The world goes round, we soon forget,
The ones who died aeons ago, and yet.

One person CAN make a difference,
One person can save a life,
One person can change the world,
Prevent dispair and strife.

But all together, we stand strong,
When one of us sings, we all sing along.
We can band together, to help those in need,
But to our virtue, Death pays no heed.
To death we are insignificant,
Specks of dust on the face of the earth,
For death truly is omnipotent,
We're dead men from our birth...

Forsaken Tears

Soft blue eyes that turn up to the sky
Try to keep back the tears, just try.
But no matter what you do to keep them,
They always trickle onto your trembling hands.
Pale and soaked through with blood,
Heart as bitter as a cow’s cud
Lines of red that run from your hair
With a stained vision you taste the air
The beautiful moon is red in your vision
Forsaken tears drop to oblivion
Everything would get harder from here,
But keep trying to live without fear.
You’re running out of places to hide
And every single time you confide
You’re nothing but an empty shell
Mindlessly you tripped and fell
Feeling no pain from your wounds
Silently, submissively, you never could
Revolt against the terrible force,
Suppressing you like earth on a corpse
Breathing heavily, panting breathlessly,
Running, running, running endlessly.
Finally you fall into an abyss
A huge wide canyon, not a crevice,
And you feel endless relief as you fall to your death
Your heart stops, an end to your breath
Suddenly you frown, the feeling familiar
The loud shouting, “You are inferior!”
You open your eyes, no longer in dark.
You see the ceiling, the colour of bark.
Sweat trickles down your trembling forehead
You sit up; you’re only on your bed.
The tormenting starts once again,
Whimpering and hiding from the hard cane.

Thursday 15 September 2011

Cancer

A silent assassin,
A fly on the wall,
Casually observing and that is all.

Or so we thought,
before we went,
To the doctors, he told us all.

You have a cancer,
Our faces paled,
At the horror of the disease that she held.

The doctor took me to one side,
Whispered for only me to hear,
So the words that chilled my blood didn't reach her ear.

Six weeks...

Wings

I'm on the run, thinking of you,
wishing that you were right here too.
Thinking of sharing your warmth with me,
Because we're always meant to be.
I'm not thinking of the current war;
Thinking instead of making our hearts soar.
Flying on, not silver, but golden wings,
To the stars all the way in Yoldenhin.
And these wings, they capture hearts,
but not the type you find in marts.
Their golden hue shall shimmer and shine
But their gentle glory will never blind.
Now these wings are still growing,
But come December they will all be glowing.
You just have to wait and see, my dear,
The time of my return is really, really near.

Nightmare

(THIS WAS DONE A VERY LONG TIME AGO SO NO COPYRIGHT THINGUMS, OKAY?)

Let's turn out the lights.
Watch the darkness crush
All bright forms like mush.
And suddenly you're scared,
Feel your throat being grabbed.
The dark shape that looms over
Is not just some other cover
Try to breathe
But unable to leave
This nightmare of yours
Is so warped of course.
Scream in agony
but no sound's the escapee--
The lights turn on
The shadows are gone
But please, I beg you, please beware,
Don't put it down as a warped nightmare.

An aching heart

Her smile is like a rainbow,
Her laugh is nothing like a crow,
Her face is like the bright sun,
Her hair like dreams on the run.
But behind her bright countenance
Hides a pain like a piercing lance
And tears dot her cherub-like face
When the pain increases to a striking mace.
Heavy rivulets of tears
Roll down her face like twin rivers
The ice-cold bud on the frozen smile
Would break if not treated well.
Her heart aches behind her radiant smile
And her mind broken beyond the crack of a mile.
Her bright countenance hides the hurt within,
And her aching heart never meant to win.
Nevermind the saint-tempting bribes she’s offered
To take away her pain, is what she’s always wanted.

Silent Night

Silent night, Holy night,
How many times do you show your might?
The comfort comes from soft slow notes
Floating on air just like a boat
The crunching horridness of broken glass
Underneath the feet of the singing mass
a horrible parody of a holy time
Walking past the broken shrines
The silent night is no longer good
In furrowing brows, the people brood
It matters who was killed in this fight
It matters who was dead this night
Slowly eyes spy a peaceful couple,
Dead, obviously, but no longer in trouble
Arms entwined around each other
holes in their hearts, blood of their fathers
But so in love, the expression on their face
Gives rise to the question, who will win this race?
War is such a terrible thing
People die in an eye blink
Such is the waste and slandering of war
Compared to others, their time they're far before.
And therefore sing no more, and hereafter say,
We'll always remember that fateful day.

The Murderer Within

Hands that clutch your head,
Your eyes are wide with fear.
Voices of people who are dead
Haunting your mind with leers.

You run through the darkness
Of your very mind, your soul
A blood moon that shines on inkiness
Penetrating the smoke that lurks in bowls

Slowly you gas your victims to death.
Then chop them up and throw them away
Bones and smiles are all that's left
Clothing's ends begin to fray

Your mind is full of all these things
Blood and gore, Bones and bullets
Towards darkness your conscience flings
Saliva rolls down in heavy rivulets

Smiling down on your last body
Handcuffs slap onto your wrist
No matter how much they stare at coldly
No denying the knife-holding fist.

Locked up, sitting in a straight jacket,
Smiling the smiles of a dozen dead
Shadows pluck at the old locket
The dead mother, the murderer instead.

Wednesday 14 September 2011

Hope

Poet's Note: I have absolutely no idea why I'm posting this- it's absolute rubbish. But for some reason, I think we all need it. So once you get past how cliché it is, and how awful the wording is, I hope you manage to gather some meaning out of it.


Hope

Let me see something in the darkness
The flicker of the candlelight
I pray for it to never stray from my sight
I pray for the light to never waver

Let me take my candle and shine it
Not just for myself
But let me light the candles of my friends,
And enemies and strangers too.

Let me fill the world with our quivering lights
Some burn strong and bright
Some are frail and weak
But together they glow in sheer brilliance.

Let me prevent the inevitable
Of a candle being extinguished
By snide, isolation and false truth.
Let these victims see and share my light.

Let me hold my candle high
For all to see
I pray that you see my candle.
I pray that you share it’s light.

Cruel?

Silently she watches me stumble
But as I receive her injuries
Trip, fall, and tumble
I always wonder, is it her superficiality?

A thin tight wand, it stings painfully,
Smacked across the hands of the misbehaved.
Yet I feel no pain from her delivery,
Swift, fast, and undelayed.

I cringe in fear instead of pain
But no tears come from my eyes.
Instead, blood leaks from my tear ducts twain,
In front of them flash my terrible lies.

Like a dying fish I gasp for air
She has me on her hook, I know.
Trapped forever in Life's dark lair
No matter what sounds I hear, the lark or the crow.

Foreign liquid splashes onto my hands
And the meat starts to sizzle in heat.
A rope around my wrist to bring me to foreign lands
For my heart, not hurting is a feat.

Dragged across the sand dunes,
Scraped and bleeding profusely
Sand that's washed from lunar moons
Shipped across the sea

Is life so cruel to be this way?
Does life have given tormentors?
People selected to train in May
and take it out on live specators?

Sometimes I don't know what the world thinks.
Sometimes my anger's too fueled.
But I do know this answer in chinks
Is life really that cruel?

Tuesday 13 September 2011

Nightmare

A girl lay asleep
With a peaceful face
But far underneath
There lay a dark place
Crawling and creeping
In the girl who was sleeping

At first it was a beach
A beautiful beach
But then came the monster
That horrible monster

It crashed like lightening
It killed and ate
It was terribly frightening

The girl screamed and ran
She ran and ran
She came upon a building
A very tall building
She plunged through the door
And crashed upon the floor
And there before her eyes
Were train tracks long and wide
They wound down the tunnel,
A deep, dark, never ending tunnel

The girl gasped and gazed
She heard the train
And was amazed
But her leg spiked with pain
She was on the tracks
The train was coming

She ran as best she could,
Her leg agonized
She leaped to the side
She leaped onto some stairs
The train flew by
A rumble of thunder

The girl stood for a second
Her hair whipping past
But the door behind her beckoned
She ran through at last

She stumbled in awe
She looked down from the balcony
The beach spread far below
The monster there rampaging

But something else caught her eye
A flicker to the right
A man in black gazed up a the sky
He stood with her

He looked at her
Seemed to only just notice
He smiled, stepping close
He kissed her

In a daze her blue eyes opened
A creature, not a man stood before her
She screamed and backed away
She didn't know what to say

An evil grin on his face
He took a step towards her
She balked and leaped,
Leaped from the balcony

She was falling
Falling towards the ground
Falling towards the monster
Falling, falling
Falling to death

A ringing echoed to her
It sang like a lure

The girl in her bedroom
Her eyes popped open
With a moan her hand reached out
Slapping the alarm clock

A school day ahead
She got up slowly
She'd rather stay in bed

The night's terrors forgotten

Pegasus

Her mane, it's silvery white,
Let your golden wings shine their light,
Whinny gently and toss your head,
No matter what they say, you're not dead.
Slowly, stroking your pure white muzzle,
Softly, you trust the stranger and nuzzle.
All too soon your utopia is shattered,
Lords and Kings come as if only gold mattered.
And the mute girl, the mute stable girl,
Pushed aside in a mass of wig curls.
Slowly, the poor Pegasus' fur grows matted,
She can't to her, or she'll be battered
But she sneaks back in the dead of night,
Keeping quiet with all her might
Silently adding oats to the pegasus' meal,
The golden shining wings, a faithful shield
Stroking and cleaning its coat to a shine
Until the owner comes with a terrible fine
He throws the girl out and shuts Pegasus in,
"You are not allowed there, not even to shine with resin!"
The girl sat there, separated from her pegasus,
Crying tears that inspire no pity from Anguses.
"Go on crying!" he cries frustrated.
"If I sell this girl I'll be elated."
The girl cries and cries,
Looking up with sad brown eyes.
When he disappears behind the corner,
Hands fling up, then suddenly falter.
The Pegasus is left without a stable girl.
The poor horse now alone in all the world.

Kind Soul

Its coat, slick and shiny,
A newborn foal that’s just as tiny.
Lovingly its mother licks it clean,
A few months later, to solid food it weans
Its white diamond, proudly etched.
The crest of Lancashire, the sunlight catched.
Until that fateful horrible day,
In white gold and silver it rode away.
Smugglers and thieves that looted the carriage,
The horse bucked and gatecrashed a marriage
Wild-eyed glares and flying hooves,
People scatter, leaving their shoes.
The panicky horse broke from the reigns
For the bit was giving it far too much pain.
Gallop apace, towards the field,
Away from mighty swords and traditional shields
There it stopped, skittering sadly,
Eyes flicker left, right, madly.
It lay on its side till a kind soul came,
A touch of the muzzle was all needed to tame
Following guiding hands and encouraging words,
It trotted to a bucket full of milk curds
Now this kind soul, we know who she is,
The quiet one, Sadhbh, who passionately gives
And dedicates her life to animals
Carnivore, herbivore, even cannibals
Her heart is so big and wide we find
Her soul was made for light to shine.
So my dear Sadhbh, continue on,
Ignore all others who still scorn
Your efforts to save
Your actions are brave
The spirited horse is one example
With our support, wildlife won’t crumble.

Monday 12 September 2011

Dark monster

Eyes, slit and red
Heart, cold and dead.
How many times must I kill myself?
This has to go into the books on the shelf.
Records, records, of a dark monster,
Your insides, your skin, hate the alabaster,
A knife that clatters, to the floor,
Hands that bleed, you gut the gore.
With vicious brutality
You kill your family
Finally until there's nothing left.
Hands that tremble, palms that are cleft.
Your inner pulse that knows no bounds
It prowls, jealously, your inherited ground.
How fun it is to see blood fly
And how interesting it is to see girls cry.
Tears and vomit, mix with blood.
Zip your mouth, zip it shut.
This will gather no sympathy.
Instead, raining abuses come as a symphony.
Curl up and die, die a horrible death,
For life is nothing but an empty sheath.
Her lifeless shell lies smiling on the floor.
Gun, dagger, covered in gore.

Stupid, stupid, stupid

Why? You ask yourself,
Leaning over, hitting a shelf.
Why? you ask again and again,
There was nothing in there for you to gain.
Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.
Why'd you trade that for all the world?
Your father's hand was right to hit,
Empty, stupid, piece of shit.
Idiotic enough to resist the change,
Now your body's racked with pain.
Teeth knocked out and blood on the floor,
Eyes in tears and face in gore.
Half burned, half blood, that's what you are.
Swallow your vomit like a dog at a bar.
Tears that come again, sting your eyes,
Bend down and get on all fours with the flies.
You should have known much better.
Your jealous dad, your given tormenter.
Give up, you stupid teen.
Rhyming couplets will never win.
Instead, brutal force prevails,
Much like the uncovering of a bride's veil.
So give up, hang yourself.
Leaning in, you hit a shelf.

Wednesday 7 September 2011

My computer died today

My computer died today, before I had a chance to say,
goodbye.

My computer died today, I'm very sorry to say,
it's dead.

My computer died today, and I'm feeling down,
but then I see a light, so sparkling bright, issuing from a laptop in my line of sight,
hip hip hooray, I was happy to say that I will be writing some poetry today.

But then I saw, through my veil of happiness,
the laptop was in the posession of another, that person was in fact my mother.

I felt the joy leak through my fractured happiness,
to flood away, bad emotions rendered it useless.

Two days later, I walked in,
my old computer was up and running,
no longer was it out for the count,
but I still had to reset my account...

It started working, but I fear,
the sound of beeping, I will hear,
for when my computer makes that sound,
in crash dump protocols is it drowned.

My computer lives!

Tuesday 6 September 2011

Magnificent Mallets

 Author's note
lol um... :P 
This is sort of a random thing I felt like doing out of the blue. It's sorta silly, but at least it's better than the depressing one I was going to do, right? :P
P.S. if the spacing's odd, sorry. It kept being weird for me.


I
Have
A
Mallet

A weapon of brute strength
It's approximately arm length

I
Have
A
Mallet

It's fun to swing around
It's fun to hit the wall
It's fun to hear that sound
That sound when it falls

I
Have
A
Mallet

It's a beautiful thing
To it I will always cling

I
Have
A
Mallet

So don't mess with me
I'll whack your brains in
Free of fee

I
Have
A
Mallet

It's better than a hammer
Perhaps with a bit less glamor
But still wonderful

I
Have
A
Mallet

It's a lovely device
A masterpiece, really
You'll have to pay the price
If you dare to call is silly

I
Have
A
Mallet

Few people do too
They can't leap from the dark
Mallet in hand, yelling "BOO!"

I
Have
A
Mallet

You should get one too