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they say fire is bad
for it erases thoughts
and memories- so cruel
and remorseless; like an
assassin on roll call.
you are unholy and far
worse than fire, you scorch
right through the soul of me
and you break me in
all the right places.
like a newborn locust
sharing time with a
corn snake; fascinated by
his sedimentary skin, his way of
somehow, you managed
to believe in me even
as I stood dying-
trembling with pennies
glued to my eyelids.
you aspired to prolong
the life in me; came sprinting
with threads and needles to stitch
my ventricles whole. I held you
so tightly that my knuckles bled, cracked
like bits of styrofoam below an
but I knew all too well that
you were far too unaccustomed
to calamity's cool embrace
to throw yourself under and
help me resurface.
Statues cannot WeepShe sits alone in an ivory tower,
Not of selfishness, but isolation.
There is a tall and narrow window-
Wherein the sea breeze blows,
And lifts the curls around her face.
And such a face;
A smooth, blank porcelain mask,
The lips are bloodless and her eyes are as chips of pale flint,
Not cold, only indescribably sad.
This girl is young, her face is also pale,
But her hair is a smoked-oak brown,
Her eyes are blue, crystalline ice.
It burns to look at her; great beauty,
Like great pain, must be forgotten.
Sometimes she wonders if she is more stone than flesh.
Often at this time, descending seems a spiral into loneliness,
Or madness, or sadness,
She cannot decide which.
This is no cruel enchantment.
There is no white knight come to save her.
Though sometimes she cannot help but dream.
Her breath rises like gossamer and reminds her she is alive-
Pale blue veins thrumming beneath translucent skin,
That match the ones flowing up and down her delicate throat
And soft temples;
Also assure her o
She's not anorexic, she's far too fat.
She won't be happy till her stomach falls flat.
She turn on the shower, it's really quite a task.
Her muscles are weak, but for help she won't ask,
She steps in the cubicle and keeps her eyes up,
She doesn't want to see her fat body close-up,
Her bones jut and float away from her skin.
But still her stomach and breath she holds in.
Her hips point and jut like a bony white shelf,
And the cave of her stomach falls in on itself,
The water cries down on her waterfall ribs,
And her breasts are merely tiny white nibs.
No skin on her bones, her pulse clearly seen,
On the bones of her chest that shimmer and sheen,
She wrings her eyes dry and cobwebs them shut,
So as not to see her prominent beer belly gut,
Stepping clumsy and blind out of the water,
Didn't want to see the mirror, it teased and taunted her.
But she stumbled on the step she'd forgotten about,
And there the mirror was, staring her out.
Tears melted her eyes, her fat body.. a mess..
The Other Place
It was a elk, or at least,
the remains of one.
The stag was young-
it still had short soft fur on its' antlers.
Abandoned to ferment in the midsummer sun.
The stench rolled off it in waves-
like ripples of heat above a winter fire.
It seemed as if it was moving,
struggling to get up;
but it was just maggots, writhing in the beast's flank.
'Leave it, it is disgusting,' he said.
'Is it?' she asked, curious.
'Of course,' he replied,
'Can you not you smell the decay?'
'We never had death in the Other Place,' she said softly,
'To me this smell is new and interesting,
I don't know what disgusting is.'
Beneath her feet a twig snapped;
the sudden noise sending the birds skyward.
She stared at the crows gliding through the limbs of the trees-
like ethereal wraiths.
Limbs that writhed and twisted,
blackened bones against the alluring sky.
And with them,
every crow in the nearby trees took flight,
launching into the air, a plague of locusts,
filling the air with their savage cries.
Cry for Mankind
Far across the snowy plains, I heard a lonesome cry
Of a ghostly white wolf, as she sings her lullaby
Cry for me, magnolia wolf, and for all of mankind
For the sorrows and destruction that man has left behind
Forever scarring mother earth and leaving her flesh bare
I searched inside her amber eyes, but no hope for us was there.
Please ivory wolf, your wisdom is what we need
Mankind kills your brothers, for greed and fashion they bleed
Cry for our souls, pale wolf, for if you look one is there
But you disbelieve as you watch us rip this world bare
Waxen wolf, I'd promise you we'd change, if only I could
Perhaps man would change if only they understood.
Cry for me, lonely wolf, have faith in me, in man
Take your eyes to my breast and my heart you may scan
Cry for us, Satin wolf, weep with your powerful voice
Tell mother that we're sorry, that we'd change if we had a choice
She looked to me with her amber gaze, and raised her head to the sky
And I heard the mournful sound of the lonely wo
Beneath ghostly boughs lies a fallen woman,
at the foot of a ancient, twisted tree;
in the clearing by the lake.
her dress blossoming out around her like pooling blood-
Her skin is that of warm coffee or mocha,
accentuating the whites of her eyes in comparison to their dark pool-like depths,
which are unreadable above cheekbones like jags of slate.
Her hair in ebony ringlets, entangled in the undergrowth
which despite the twilight;
continued to shine.
'How long?' he didn't know why he spoke so quietly,
voice hushed as if she were already dead.
'Once the poison reaches the heart ,'
she gestured to the under side of her left breast with tapered fingers;
he looked down but she grasped his chin
and turned his face to hers.
'Listen,' she sighed,
voice barely audible above the murmurs of the waters
and he had to lean his head so close that her lips brushed his ear,
'Please forgive me', she said softly, her voice all but gone.
'I forgive you',
'Thank you' a pause
'I love yo
A lifetime time ago,
I could sing, and I lived for my song.
I sing no more.
She left me, she who sung with me-
With her articulate musical fingers upon my keys,
Together, we were beautiful.
She pushed me across the sand, as far as my wheels would go-
Before they filled with sand and refused to move.
I stayed on that beach, on a sand bank;
High above even the strongest waves.
No-one came, no-one saw me.
My life thereafter was a broken world of memory,
And every thought reflected her elegant hands.
In the twilight of my first night before the sea,
I sung a mournful sound,
Created by a gull perched upon my keys;
Its' webbed, scabby feet giving birth to a tragic parody of music.
There is nothing more sad than my putrefied silhouette against the setting sun.
The sea gathered itself inside of my heart and,
Like that of a hollow shell-
The sound of its' breath echoed within me.
With time my legs sank into the sand, my chest began to warp;
I became one with the beach.
I am forged of metal, entirely synthesized
A miraculous creation, computerised and organized.
I rose above mankind physically, but only in that aspect
Great minds of science provided me with fantastic intellect
I can jump great distances and see within the shadow of night
I can kill without regret for I have no moral insight
I can be everything mortal man has ever aspired to be
I am a consummate of immortality but I am not "me"
No subconscious, no judgement, I do what I'm programmed to
Artificial intelligence, a head of wires my "thoughts" are sent through
I am incapable of every emotion, the reason for man's downfall
I perceive no pain, fear no evil and never will I love at all
But in my perfection there is one thing this forgery cannot do
For this metal can and never will shed a tear or cry like you
Never will I ever feel loyalty, compassion or devotion
My metal face always devoid of any kind of self-realisation
Yes, I am incapable of every emotion, the reason for man's do
If Love WereIf love were like the breeze
And I were like the air,
Such a love would both warm and tease
Like flowers in your hair.
I'd waft far over roiling seas
As thunder sounded there,
And my warming midnight breeze
Would blow back your hood and hair.
If love were like the the breeze
And I were like the air.
If love were in the branches
Of maples and strong oaks-
We'd watch as each wave blanches,
To the ghostly sounds of frog croaks.
We'd meet when storms were blowing
Stretched westward in an arc,
With typhoons slowly growing-
Our shadows purple in the dark.
If love were in the branches
Of maples and strong oaks.
Love lies near the lurid lake here,
Under this manic marble moon,
In the shallows red reeds shake here,
Where lively love strides at noon.
I melt for love when you hold me,
Under this yew tree night and morning
So helpless when your arms enfold me.
Until sunshine at daylights dawning.
Love is like a flute with an angel playing
Enchantments on this winter air.
My grief and pain you're q
Twisted thoughts in mind.
With your father's hatchets,
A bloody trail you leave behind.
You are Slender's proxy,
For certain that's no joke.
And the voices in your head say,
To kill all random folk.
Your father may he rot in hell,
For leaving your sister to die,
Who whenever that you think of,
makes you want to cry.
But as you wrestle with your sanity
With your bloody, bandaged hands,
The law will search for you
Through all the wooded lands.
As well as through the cities
And hills and valleys too.
But you know that they
Will never get a hold of you.
For you're one of Slender's proxies
You can go from there to here,
In the blink of an eye
To cause them mortal fear…
HateYou don't know me, but I do know you.
You're the waste that sent me askew.
I've never met you, and be glad for it.
If I had the chance, murder I'd commit.
I can't call you out. Not here; not now.
Eyes were meant to watch and knees to bow.
Oh you want to escape? Well I have some news
You're not getting out of here alive, blood is my muse.
I chain you to the table and tape your mouth shut.
I grab my blade and prove you're out of luck.
A cut, slice, and stab to the gut will work.
I remember your smile, the insulting smirk
I start at the right, and then slowly dig down.
I slice towards me, opening your leather gown.
You cringe as I force my blade in farther
What's wrong? I never said you're a martyr
I hear a plea; "Please let me go!"
"Why? At this point you'll never know
Why you're here, and suffering from my blade.
I got news for you pal: God called in sick today."
Shadows and NightmaresOn nights when I cannot fall to sleep
and you can almost hear a child weep
you wonder if on this night
your soul is yours to keep
I awoke to the deep deep sound
of creaking feet upon the ground
and I feared the worse as I imagined
my very own burial mound
As I stepped on my floor
and slowly opened up my door
I saw a startling image that to this day
still haunts me to my core
what stood before me was a creature
with such demonic gruesome feature
that this demon, this horrid thing
hadn't arms like reachers
as cold shivered up my spine
and black darkness filled up my mind
And sadly there was no way out
at least that I could find
it crooked it's head and looked at me
with a grin of evil vile glee
and it opened up it's mouth
as it said a few words to me
"Ah you feel the chilling night
that fills you to the brim with fright
and all those horrid things like me
are in the plainest sight
I do love the 3 o'clock air
that burns your ears and whips your hair
for the night in which you die, my frie
NightmareAs nightmare stalked my bedroom narrow
I felt him in my blood and marrow
Whispering to me terrors
Terrors I had felt before
And while I lay in bleak distrust
To sleep the sleep of the unjust
I thought I heard a noise of crawling
Crawling, did my thoughts outpour.
"It is nothing," I had muttered,
"Nothing do my thoughts implore."
Thought only this and nothing more.
Yet as I laid in vain volition
My thoughts had come to their fruition
And all the horrors of the night
Had gathered at my chamber door.
And so I yelled, I prayed and tattled
I ranted, I recited, prattled
On and on about how this was
None I hadn't seen before.
"You are nightmares," I proclaimed,
"Just figures of forgotten lore.
Only this and nothing more."
Yet, all my energy expended,
My sanity remained suspended
Ended all the horrors that had
Wormed into my thoughts before.
So while I waited, watched and listened
The ice and snow about me glistened
Glistened like the eyes of one who's
Seen the terrors all before.
"Just my san
AfterlifeThere was nothing.
"Where is the tunnel?"
She asked herself.
Whatever this was, the silence was crushing.
"Where are the people? The hustle?"
It was a void in itself.
"Why am I here? What have I done?"
Am I dead,or am I still alive?
If so, is there an after world?
As the silent questions on her mind spun,
She awaited Satan, or perhaps an unlikely Jesus to arrive
Her heavy conscious turned and whirled
She recalled why she'd arrived at such place,
Now recalling her unspoken good-bye she'd left behind
as she hung herself from the rafters
How her misery had worn down her face
Looking down, the same guilty scars would always remind
Her of the depression that finished her book's final chapters
What would her mother find when she searched the room?
Would she care? "No."
The firmness of the word echoed through whatever dimension she abode
How would they find her, would they have a clue?
Would they know?
They'd have to. Now, she felt more than ever alone.
Would tear be shed? Doubtful, in this c
HeresyMinds that clash with others bent
On domination, Heaven sent
As others still do not "repent"
Decoding what those words were meant
Hallways silent, dreary still,
As clerics press their silent will
Against who they've set to kill
And leave the world a silent chill
A rebel rises, set in vain
To end the people's desperate pain
But not enough to end their reign
Just enough to break the chain
Here I lieHere I lie, in silk ironclad
From the needle bastille, my tomorrow etched is
In I stay, an exit forbad
Shrieks and howls are hushful, afresh the rite commences
There eyes pity, the life refused
Aiding intentions are hurtful, and in twilight I am suspended
Nightmares Go Away Nightmares.Nightmares Go Away Nightmares.
Fast in a deep sleep, my brain simulates the future.
Which is dark, toxic, and always ends with human extinction.
Extracted from historical events of the past, the present.
Constructing a re-occurance, from updates of the present.
It warps and changes in minor details, but mainly constant.
When I wake up, I gasp in relief that it is not real.
Hoping that it’s the last nightmare of the future.
Nightmares Go Away Nightmares
From political monsters to religious zombies,
Human Capital and Human Farming , Slaves, Working Prisons,
People are not beings but capital livestock, the nightmarish truth.
Microchipping people, imprisoning, executions and inquisitions
Radiation, Pollution, Wars, Famine, Deaths and Austerity
Religio-political Elites scavenging off the brains of the intellect,
Sadistic rituals and schizophrenic beliefs, eating people.
Euthanizing, instead of medical help for budget cuts.
Wonder Technology that could save the world is used as w
Haunted Tetris [Creepypasta attempt]Jeez, I don't write stories.
This is most likely a terrible story, but hey, I don't care.
I thought this one up not too long ago.
The story of the Haunted Tetris
I don't know where else to turn...or what should I do.
I am scared out of my mind.
I was playing Tetris the other night on my GameBoy, chillin', having some fun. I got a tetris combo and scored a massive 3000 points. I was happy, until I failed at one part, resulting in a game over.
So I reset the GameBoy, but for some reason...the game didn't start...I took the cartridge out for a second and blew in to it, maybe there was some dust inside it (after all, the cartridge IS over 20 years old). After I put the cartridge back in, the game launched, hooray! But there was something off...There were only a few letters on the screen...D E A L E X 1987. Horrifyingly, it spelled "Dead 1987 Alex".
-The hell is this?! - I spoke to myself,
I was so confused, but then I pressed start anyway. More eerie
Tales of Far Away
She was tempted by a stranger who told tales of far away
Entrancing tales of worlds never touched by the light of day
Never saw his fangs and scaley hands, not the slightest clue
Didn't see his warped intentions on with her he planned to do
Lost within the power which reflected in his eyes
It was then that he dropped his cunning humanoid disguise
At the hour of midnight with a bite she did transform
And in a world forever dark with night she stood, forlorn
To serve a life of darkness, a demonic judgement day
In foolish ears doomed to whisper sweet tales of far away.
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