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Shadows Hide"Where do shadows hide?"
Curiously voiced
the little boy,
eyes wide with fright.
"They can't." She boldly lied:
it was her choice,
plan and ploy,
inside the silent night.
When the daylight died,
darkness rejoiced
a terrible joy
as she turned out the light.Shadows Hide2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

MonstrumI feel, displeased as these
seeds, sprout within me.

Skin peels, mystery,
revealed for all to see.

Unhealed, the alchemy, botany,
potion of lies.

I can't hide undercovers,
from these monsters inside.

False messiah, infernus fires,
optometry of misguided eyes.

I am the seducer, the Medusa,
one look leaves you paralyzed.

Twisted psychology, sadistic philosophy,
these brittle ribs I pry.

Masochistic black-heart, grew in the dark,
of this very soul of mine.

Entwined, in a bind,
where heaven-hell coincides.

I feel conflicted, jurisdiction,
two ram-horns collide.

Why are you surprised at this demon that you find?

You, made me whoMonstrum2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

CatacombsThis is torture, Pandora's box, a forever maze.
Praise the days your privileged to inhale sun rays.

For in this place,
the shelter of mummified bones,
unrest the moans of those,

In the Catacombs.

Exteriors, ghostly, vivid and crude.
Spirits shackled by mortal dues,
refuse to sleep in darkened tomb.

Awaiting their horizons, suns of mourning.
While tears and rivers, overflow with pouring.

Bound to their restless beds,

For in the Catacombs

Even the dead, haunt the dead

Mossy, overgrown Catacomb with ancient rocks.
The deep ones climb, these withering locks.
Within these halls, blows a breathless tone.
The soul count here, ten times tCatacombs1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Swamp eyesI am the creator, the mover,

the shaker.

Shapeless invader, the accuser,

the taker.

Subliminal mind, the mythical,

the maker.

I am swamp eyes

Thriving, breeding, decedent dark.

Eyes overflowing, sinking arks.

Rhythmic, plucking morbid harps.

I am swamp eyes

Accursed slithering, wilted disguise.

Cruel, demented fate, awaiting unwise.

Baptize the skies, with my cries.

uncharted unknown

I am swamp eyesSwamp eyes3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Holy as sin.Stand still, the trial now begins!
Enjoy the monsters' laughter, divine,
Accusing the weak, those who shine,
Pledging mercy, blood filled sins.

Their eyes are filled with lust,
A gluttony satisfied only by blood,
Your lungs start filling with dust,
Your pure heart wept from the flood.

In the palace of Broken Vows,
Your soul is nothing, your actions false!
Accused for murder, rape and necrophilia,
But you weren't there, you're in the militia.

The virgin whore led by the holy guard,
You protected their sins and now you rot.
Called to arms, you unsheathe your sword,
What will you do now? What have you got?

To kill for your pureness, pathetiHoly as sin.5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Kiss...Sunlight slowly fading
Sets chained shadows free
Dusk her wings unfurling
Sings praise to what shall be
Comes the velvet darkness
Replete with silver stars
Moonbeams join in congress
And herald what is ours
Scarlet billows call me
They rouse me from this sleep
Death surrenders sweetly
Stone angels do not weep
I can hear them singing
My children of the night
Serenade enthralling
My wolves a sheer delight
Through the graveyard walking
I smile and bless the night
You, my love, are dreaming
Such raptures I incite
To your side unerring
Our love it draws me nigh
Life and death deferring
I kiss you with a sigh
Your dream deftly shaping
I swear you'll feel no pain
Mortal life though leaving
Our love, it shall remain
Scarlet life is flowing
Your blood such honeyed wine
In this gentle knowing
Love, I will make you mine
Now in triumph rising
This hateful dawn I'll flee
One last look espying
In death new life I see...
By Gary Jackson AKA GarythedreamingpoetThe Kiss...3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ReturningI look good in green:
Velvet foliage wrapping around the decay
Of my blackened limbs and fading gaze.
The world is taking me back to stare at day's end.
The sneaking tendrils of death's slow grasp,
Once hollow voids of consciousness, now make me gasp.

Soil eats its queen:
Drawn below to fester and bake in cold, clumped dirt
And be reborn in the cloudless, hurt
Fauna that will crystallize my sodden, shut mind.
But the blackness eats me up so well.
I cannot deny it that which is pleasure's spell.Returning1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Mourning Dove

The ravens had gathered overhead.
Their circle of darkness loomed above.
Their cries were those of ones long dead.
The night hath murdered the mourning dove.

In the cover of night the birds of black flew,
Hovering and waiting just below the sky.
They hung above my frame as if they knew,
What was to happen and who was to die.

Like Democles' Sword their taunts hung.
Their feathers like a cloak sewn of shadow.
My last rites they left unsung.
Devil's eyes hallowed but hollow.

From bloodless beaks they screamed,
With cries of souls being devoured.
From this I knew it was not dreamed,
The wings of death had around me towered.

Neither daemons noThe Mourning Dove1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Fun Fair IllusionWelcome to a place where the fun begins in the night
Forget the sorrows and start to feel light
Never leave this place of happiness and joy
Become a mind twisted and soulless toy
Join the fun fair forever and ever
Once here you will leave this place never
Booming music, flashing lights
Fairground rides that reaches some heights
Loud voices, a crowded place
To stand there’s barely enough space
Spin around, feel the wind around you
Cheers of joy and laughter reaching you
Isn’t it fun? It’s like a dream!
Here nobody will hear your scream
You want to go? But we can’t let you!
Trapped in an illusion you will be now too
Like all the other souls that are trapped forever
That will leave this place never ever
Fun Fair Illusion2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Girl with The SpadeDid you hear about the girl?
The girl with the spade.
Rumour has it,
she dug her own grave.

Tied back her hair; lank and long.
Powdered her face; Sunday best on.
She set out at midnight; spade in hand.
No one was up and the rain lashed down.

The solemn moon watches
with owl, badgers, foxes...
Uphill; spade in grip.
Persistent with each slip.

Gaze out to the yonder.
Spirit wandered beyond her.
The girl with the spade?
She dug her own grave.Girl with The Spade2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Selling Out

So she stretched out, deep on a bed of rose
And the waves rolled in, as the story goes
As the story goes, so she pulled my hand
And I died, mesmerized, on a heart of sand

When I died, my thoughts seemed to reek of blood
Like her red, red lips and the strength of Love
With such strength, I laughed into hands of gold
But my life was too short, and the tale was told

So they welcomed me, in a land so black
All the roses clung to a frosty plaque
Where the words she taught were by far the worst
“Die with me, little love, and I’ll be your Curse.”

“I will be your Curse in the light of day
When the dead of centuriSelling Out3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The butterfliesThe dance of death
That I admire,
They tease the room and never tire.

Appeasing breeze
Awakens skin.
They land on me and writhe within.

Inside; they churn,
They weave, convert.
The butterflies would never hurt.

I dream of you,
Your darling scent.
As I lay back and smile, content.

But I grow sad
And worn from waiting.
Butterflies are dissipating.

My mood has faded.
I can focus;
Butterflies are worms and locusts.

I have died,
My flesh is rotting.
Awaiting fate, inside my coffin. The butterflies2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Outer Limits

On that fateful day 'bout 30 years ago,
the plane descends to land on the deck below.
As she eased on down the pilot caught a glow,
an eerie sort of glow, moving to and fro.

The Prowler hit the deck with an awful crash,
fourteen men were dead in what seemed like a flash!
The next day the crash hit the news with a splash,
the story 'bout drug use, it seemed a bit brash.

What the press couldn't know was the truth that day,
couldn't be explained the scientific way.
The strange glow that caused the pilot to delay,
came from a UFO named the Botany Bay!

Now you know the TRUE story of the USS Nimitz
At least from MY perspective here in the OUTER The Outer Limits1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smile
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.

I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.

Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.When People Bleed3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The birth...You touch me oh, so gently
Your tender fingers trace
Exploring every contour
Upon this careworn face
Kiss that's starts so softly
I'm held in your embrace
I feel your ardor rising
As my very soul you taste
Your passion is consuming
I feel the depth of need
Desperately you hold me
Is this love, or greed?
You suck the feelings from me
Bring numbness in your wake
No mercy and no pity
No care for heavens sake
It's billowing in my blood
I feel your poison spread
Killing all emotion
The dread cold touch of death
Trapped within this darkness
I hear your siren song
Evil and alluring
To you I do belong?
Candle light is glowing
I feel your icy hand
Rising from my coffin
You gently bid me stand
You touch me oh, so gently
Your tender fingers trace
Exploring every contour
Upon this undead face...The birth...1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Followers of the Devil-blooded kingBeware my child, for the followers of the Devil-blooded king,
With eyes of smoldering embers and flesh of cold steel,
Obeying him blindly and with exalted praises they sing,
Hands forever stained with innocent blood, but remorse they will never feel.

They hide in plain sight and in the shadows to do their evil deed,
Working tirelessly for a cause lost in greed and vanity.
Hunting on land and in the heavens for those who are not of their creed,
To bind and break their bodies and rob them of their dignity.

You must move quickly as they close in from all around,
Forgetting about me as my life is already forfeit to the dark Lord.
Do not turn baFollowers of the Devil-blooded king2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Food.
My one
And only thought.
The need to sink
My all too eager teeth
Into fruit, meat or other things.
Whatever I can get, anything;
With my tired body
Sickened from desire;
Thinning, failing,
Starving.

Energy.
I fear
That I don't
Have enough left anymore,
To continue to stay alive.
Wanting to nourish my emaciated body,
I feel my soul die,
Beneath the emptiness inside
Which overwhelms me,
Imbues my
Spirit.

Pain,
I'm too
Hungry to feel.
My speech slurred, confused;
I've lost sense and senses.
I can feel my organs stopping,
As I sit down, ready
Willing to let go,
On white snow.
I fall,
Dead.Hunger1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,
Scaring myself into this rut,
Horrified of what it should be,
Hoping not to be scared off me,
Running so far so very scared,
It doesn't make sense no where,
Frightened and heart pounding,
Heard these words so demanding,
Screaming so very deep inside,
I can sit here and merely cry.Thinking2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Mockingbird PoemFlames of gold
Faces of white
Two black hands dancing all night
Round and round they ever go
The golden arm swings to and fro
No music
No rhyme
No gentle tap
Echoing, echoing through the black

Just the voice that I once heard
Mockingbird, Mockingbird
Don't say a wordMockingbird Poem1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

HemlockWithout effort she occupies
All the contents of your mind.

In her white tower, motives sheer.
Wicked, she is the puppeteer.

Silently cunning. She makes them dance.
Knows all outcomes in advance.

Dark as the blood under her skin.
Smile masks demons writhing within.

Seemingly untouchable. Paragon.
Dirty work that must be done.

Cloaked again in crimson red,
yet not a single tear she shed.

Worldly ties were trivial.
Then she fell. Olivia.Hemlock3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Beauty and the BeastBeauty's Beast lived inside her;
And combined with schizophrenia,
Left wreckage to her rose,
Petals dropped, left only prose-

"when my last drops the Beast will die".

She loved her Beast, she couldn't lie,
So she embraced it and it grew,
She adored it- "something new".
Gone were gowns of silk and shroud...
Now she wears just fur, and proud.Beauty and the Beast1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

I, the daughter of Desiree and LuciusI, the daughter of Desireé and Lucius,
Lay claim to this land of fallen gold.
Vicious amber and fiery auburn,
Withered bark and blackened souls.

See you not the pristine perfect,
The deadly cold of the icy chill,
The frozen eyes of the last night watchman?
I helped them all to write their will.

The flux! The uncertain time.
Purgatory for all and mine.
Take the bountiful foundling berries!
My speciality, poison wine.

I own the burning furnace sun.
The vivid colours, the boiling sweat.
The pretentious sound of dwindling laughter,
My barely concealed seductive threat.

You cannot escape the sickening certain,
Ha! I watch you try and try.
EvenI, the daughter of Desiree and Lucius1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Jekyll and HydeI have one rule that I must abide:

There can't be anyone in which I confide.

For I am both Mr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde.

Just no separate side.

For each part is combined into one.

While I'm concerned of the bad things I've done

part of me found them invariably fun.

I suggest that you run.Jekyll and Hyde2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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