Every hour, minute, second I am prey I am fodder Hunted down by demons Haunted by every face I've ever seen Pacing around in suffering Isolated by shame Reluctant by nature Tormented by illness I lay powerless to their mockery Engulfed in darkness Stunned in shadow I try to grasp onto anything outside of this void Daring to hope Pleading to be sedated by the radiant I always come up short I attempt to cling to the tangibl...
Searching in the low light,Twisting on the needles,Head spinning,Tongue swelling,Hands trembling,Heart aching,Eyes all grainy sleepy andI cannot drift away.Memories melting in the shadowedCylinder of sod off,Churning in the bronzing goldAnd swirling past my nose,Faces laughing,Shoulders hunching,Fingers clawing,Legs twinging,Eyes all bleary sandyAnd I cannot switch me off.Brightening the day light,Dimming down the fairy l...
Why are you such a jerk, brain? Why is this the time of day I suddenly feel most awake and alive? Seriously, I must question my sanity entirely when at 4:37am I am so over the not sleeping and all the thinking, questioning, analysing that I consider going out and about for a walk and dancing in the early Spring drizzle in the dead of the night. Actually that sounds like a really swell idea, but I can't be bothered getting...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Put a little light in this little lamp of mine,Trim the wick and clean the soot,And rearrange the skies.Put the sparkle in the stars,And kiss the sun to bed,Then leave a cookie on a plateWith a glass of rich, creamed milk.Warm the sheets and cool the cushions,Chase the dark away,Not home to bogeymen this eve,No gibbering under t...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Light is the demon who clothes us in iron,Broken the fae in the gift for our souls.Here is the coal in the seamless rockfacesWhere heat of the ice is our weathering vane.Shifts in the black sandsAnd sea foam in green skies,Scudding clouds lost in the bright ocean blue.Mirror looks down on the face that looks inWhere the sickly s...
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Implacable thoughts Like a slow dripping leak Like the drone of an alarm just out of reach Too persistent to let me sleep Too soon, I think morning has come, and rise The steady trill of rumination follows me through a mirrorless house to a set of drapes Taking a breath, I throw them aside bracing for too much light But what greets me is stellar beauty An expanse of dark broken by moon broken by star after star Broken by...
I'm sure you don't remember the first time we met. I say "met"; it was but a brief moment in which two strangers passed each other by, one barely noticing the other, if at all, but leaving an unmistakably profound impression on him—on me. No, I am certain you do not remember, but I will never forget, for it was the moment that the seed of my love for you was planted.It was late in May, early in the morning—I could tell yo...
He comes first, lumbering out of the gloomy shadows. Half-asleep, I try to protest, but his fist curls around my collar and he yanks me out of bed. He is the hardened villain of my nightmares who both terrifies and fascinates me.Right now, terrified wins. I give a feeble squeak, which I can't blame him for ignoring."Where's my story?" growls the nameless villain, bearded face forced into mine. "I want it.""I'm sorry," I t...
