Darkness (A Couplet)

A blanket of comfort

A blanket of fear

Suffocate me with humid air

And lead me to a sacred death of lust

Mark me forever yours and leave bruises on my skin

So that I may dream of you dear darkness

Darkness, the lonely lover

Blood

Love is blood

Blood seeps through the skin

It soaks the clothes

It leaves a stain

You drink its metallic taste

And pray it never ends

You feast on blood like you would love

It's thick essence filling your cup

Blood

Blood of your love

Your midnight lover, the one you prey

Drink them dry and wait for tomorrow

And use your beauty to collect another

Animus

The ground was familiar to the sound and feel of running. It became accustomed to it once creatures of the sea claimed the earth thus making it their slave and once evolved it was expected to provide them with fresh fruits of nourishment. As the creatures ate greedily there was only one species that was able to live in peace with the earth and provide the same gentle nourishment as it had for them.

20 Word Poem #1

I used to think all good things

came to an end

But then I met you

and I was right.

Darkness

I have a dear friend who I've known for quite sometime. Some of you may know him others may not. He's a very close friend of mine and I thought I should have the liberty of introducing him to you. His name is Darkness, an old friend from childhood memory and plays a key roll in the way the world functions. You see without my friend Darkness there would be no light, there would be no hope, and there would be no need to fear anything. If we feared nothing than what was there to lose? We wouldn't value anything and we would live our lives disposing things we did not find useful anymore.

Now, I'm not saying that we don't already do that but we know the value of something. Whenever we reject a persons kindness we have the feeling of remorse or that memory sticks with us for the longest time gnawing at the back of our heads. That is my friend Darkness telling you all the things that could have happened just because you rejected a persons kindness.

My friend Darkness, he pities the living for we produce morality. A tiger does not have morality, in regards to Mark Twain, instead it reacts on instinct. An instinct I wish to posses.

Adam's Ale

Pitiful nostalgia I have yet to admire

Do you miss me?

Though I've abandoned you eons ago

I find a longing to feel your waves on me

My hair is now copper

and my skin is now softer than it had been before

but the scars on my knees remain

as do the cruel memories

Though your ground has eroded

and the people on your land have been swept away

you still smell of salt and water creatures

your grass short but still green

Your rays are still unmerciful as I remember

My flesh still burns from my visit to you

Like a long kiss goodbye

hoping I'd return to you once again

Though I miss you and your people

I can no longer bare your smell

it is as though you've drenched yourself in perfume

to mask the wrongs you have committed

Will you change once I return

or remain to what we once were

my old friend.

Sleepless

Tonight I've become sleepless.
Dreams no longer fabricated in my thoughts
Instead, there is nothing but a blank screen
And I am right at the center of it

In this darkness, it's only me
Sitting on my own like I have all these years
A paper lays before me like a fallen leaf
And I have no more hope as it nears

The creature, it's long fingers scraping the walls
It's cloak long and dark hidden in the shadows making it move swiftly
Strides long and silent no footsteps can be heard
It's face covered by a hood

It was only seconds until it's long fingers held my throat
Forcing words down into my lungs
And poison into my veins
Perhaps the death of an artist is through restless nights

Are You Well?

My dear friend, are you well?

I know it's been so long and the days never seem to fade

But I can't seem to feel as though you fell

Into an utter abyss that I've made

Are you aware of the nightmares

The heavy dreams that haunt this wary head

It's nothing like flamboyant carnival fairs 

In this kaleidoscope of a bed

My dear friend, I must ask again, are you well?

Because these spiders in my head crawl and squirm

Like as if they've been dumped in a box with a ringing bell.

Perhaps it would be better to just confirm.

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