What Jeric Heard in the Club One Night
"After The End of All Things, we should plant a garden." (CW: mention of party drugs, alcohol)…
Stars and the Soul
Here lies the story of two lovers, told through the pretty words that I believe only the poetic form can achieve. It's a story of brilliance and godhood, but also that of wondrous heartbreak that spans generations-as beautifully tragic and as poetic as the death of a star.(None of the pictures used inside are mine. I found all of them on Pinterest and thought them fitting for the poem I placed them in.)…
of Romance and other human things
Have you ever noticed that the way we try to explain the ultimately inexplainable concept of love is through human experience?These poems come from prompts about everything under the sun and beyond.…
The First Witness
Part of the "Sharing Nightmares" anthology by @The_Write_PlaceExcerpt: "She struggles against the darkness binding her. It smells of something older than the wind herself. The wind has borne witness to the dawn of the ages. She herself helped sweep away the primordial waters to form a vault in the heavens. She is old, and she is powerful--But this is something older than her. The old darkness whispers to her the story of stories: its own story."…
My Stranger
Light of my life. Fire of my loins.Excerpt:"The stranger at the bar tips his drink back. I yearn to be the fire going down the delicious column of his throat. My imagination is borne away on swift wings despite the shots I tip back. And in my mind, the stranger exists as mine."…
Cinder Song
"This is my happily ever after. Mine." This is how I came to meet my prince: the story starts at springtime. My father, the king, had just passed in the winter. My stepmother, the queen, removes me from my bed, where the birds would sing to me from the canopy. I was a princess, but in the queen's grief, she turns me into her slave.…
Come What May
"What are we after we're gone?"My name is Gabriel. And I've been married to the love of my life for twelve years. When he walks to the window to take in the morning air I follow him, wrapping myself up in the smell of spring and his presence. He's everything I never thought I'd find, and every moment in his arms is a taste of heaven.So despite the promise of warmth, why is there only cold?…
The Eighth Day
"The first thing that you have to know about how this world is different from the one you know is that there are three kinds of darkness here: the first is that which was allowed. This includes the evening hours. The darkness behind your eyelids when you blink or when you sleep. "The second darkness is that which blinds, in all the senses. This is the darkness outside, the one that we had been caught in. The one that flooded from the sky. "And then there's the third: the darkness that can manifest, and be felt."…
At The End Of Time
This is where the cycle renews."At the end of time," my lover tells me, "the old gods that my Father put to sleep will awaken and destroy all of Creation. And He will let them. Hands will unravel mountains, claws will slice open oceans, and their wings will block out the sun. Outside, the gormless beasts that have slumbered within the folds of space will raze the cosmos. They will shatter planets, devour moons, and snuff out the stars. They will consume even the darkness, for their masters have raised the clarion call of the apocalypse, and they have been asleep for too long."…
Old Sins Cast Long Shadows
My name is Rory O'Neil. I'm dead. I'm a ghost. I'm stuck in my old high school because it's a magnet for things like me-ghosts who don't know how to move on. But I know how to move on. It's not really that I don't know how, but more of I CAN'T.…
Last Goodbye
"And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." - Khalil GibranI let my tears fall. I though that I'd run out of tears after my mother died all those years ago. But I had Bayard then. I realize now that there's really no end to tears when you have enough reason to cry.…
Muse
"Love, in all of its perpetuity, is eternal, transcending the shackles of time." When I was in high school, I had a crush on this one girl who sat two seats down from me in Homeroom. Her name isn't important. All that you have to know, as the reader, is that me and her... we grew to become the closest of friends. Over time, my crush on her faded--or rather, it turned into something else. It wasn't passion. It wasn't desire. But I knew, even then, that it was something along the lines of love. These are the poems borne of my love for her. Here lies the memory of all that she is to me, and the dream of all that I hope we could be tomorrow.…
True Deities
Fear is one of humanity's most primal emotions. When poets think of transcendence, they think of love, divine love. Unwavering devotion. But there is also fear. More specifically: fear of the unknown.I have done my best to make the incomprehensible, comprehensible. And nothing will stop me from continuing to do so, lest the deities mentioned here turn their gormless eyes from their unholy plan to me.Say your prayers as you enter.…
Sex and Sexuality | #Wattys2016
"Blessed were we who used the Lord's name in ecstasy.""Sex and Sexuality" contains a series of poems about sex and sin written by a boy who's never been outside the walls of his church. They tell a story of a love forbidden by his religion, and the persecution that is inflicted upon him by himself, his lover, and society. Fuelled by his sheltered lust and his own self-loathing, he expresses his story through the imageries in his holy book to more accurately depict his internal conflict.Image courtesy of photostock at FreeDigitalPhotos.net(None of the pictures used inside are mine. I found all of them on Pinterest and thought them fitting for the poem I placed them in.)…