1/23/06. edit to topic: i kept her longer. couldn't let her go. don't know that i ever will...long enough to hear, not imagine, her heartbeats...what a miracle...and to find out that my dreams of a girl were correct. and to put my life on the line and (partly because of that) be less angry with him. i've also added a stanza and italicized one word that needed it. our months together/her tiny heartbeats fall from the scalpel as i ...
Send the Next Foe On I have walked that Razor’s Edge— Stared into the Face of Death— I have witnessed things best left unsaid— Stumbled to my feet again I have walked among Hell’s Flames— Heard the Nightmares shriek my name— I’ve ran out of people that I could blame— So I had to blame myself I have smelled the Smoke and felt the Dark— I’ve felt my Mind slowly begin to split apart— Nearly bled to ...
The Raven: Parody #2 Once upon an afternoon so dreary, with my body weak and weary, The eyes all red and bleary with watching for the mail; Hoping that the post would bring me, something calculated to spring me From my doldrums and the things we endure from broken dreams— From the cold emptiness that echoes from the shades of broken dreams— All this I wished and more. I spoke aloud to the evening air each line I’d written with great ...
Message found on the Ninety-nine Steps Dreams are eldritch things, Made from cobweb silk frantically stitched together With the silver needles of desire. The end result of this desperate labor Is an ephemeral sheet that one claps closely about one’s trembling body As the ebon teeth of night devour the sun And one breathes one’s small sacrificial offering to Morpheus, son of Hypnos, Lord of all dreams. But one must beware, ...
GOTHIC The Night descends like a living cloak. I want to scream, but the words just choke in my throat, no matter how hard I try. My ears are filled with bloodcurdling cries as Quasimodo dances to the ringing bells amid the smoke and the sulfurous smell. On the wall the thick, red blood drips down, where the Roman Legions ran me to the ground. A filed-toothed cannibal munches my brains from my polished skull; all that ...
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