13 o'clock ( dark-er poetry)

[mojo_cat]

.....

 

[cymry]

The rough silence
seduces her fear
she knows
something
is near.
She hears a breath,
a sigh,
a scream,
but in truth,
only
a dream.

 

[RhymeFairy]

The rough silence
seduces her fear
she knows
something
is near.
She hears a breath,
a sigh,
a scream,
but in truth,
only
a dream.

a dream
a dream
yes, she dreams
of his touch
scalding along, her
skin.
alone at night
he creeps in
touches
and whispers
his desires
his wants
his
w
a
n
t
s

she awakes with screams
hear pounding shrieks
tears dried
upon her cheeks

he is her demon
nightly
daily
he demoralizes
terrorizes
hypnotizes
her with
maniacally sharpened teeth
nails so long
scratching at her insides
binding her tightly
with his ties
of lies
lies
lies

away,
away
she runs.
scared
alone,
hankered down low.
waiting for her trail
to grow cold,
like her heart of ice
chilled with 'cicles
of blood drops
frozen within mold.

molding her body
again so low,
wishing
dreaming
of someday
somewhere.
for another
to hold her close.

love her, as love
should be. kind,
gentle
with passions touch
not crippling, or constricting.
no longer boxed in tight,
waiting,
for the next fight.
the daily,
nightly
screaming matches,
as world war three
breaks out,
again in her home,
her room,
inside
her
again.

death
destruction
sensless crazy
dreams.
her nightmares
turned reality,
yet again
and again,
again

a
g
a
i
n




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[Maria2394]

great day alive!!! what lovely, creepy poetry!! so glad to see this thread still has some life

 

[cymry]

he is her demon
nightly
daily
he demoralizes
terrorizes
hypnotizes
.

Hella wicked lines there RF.


The weary wind
gathers her tremors
into itself.
Apprehension...
too quiet
too softly menacing...
Where have
the owl's comforting
questions gone?
All the customary
creatures no longer
linger to keep her company.
Alone...
the desolation cultivates her.
She is hypnotized,
fascinated,
desiccated.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Hella wicked lines there RF.


The weary wind
gathers her tremors
into itself.
Apprehension...
too quiet
too softly menacing...
Where have
the owl's comforting
questions gone?
All the customary
creatures no longer
linger to keep her company.
Alone...
the desolation cultivates her.
She is hypnotized,
fascinated,
desiccated.

*bows humbly to my friend ~



~~~~~~~~~~~~~

he had her exactly
where he wanted her
on a tight rope,
his pet.

painstakingly she
pulls, stretches, only
to be brought up.
laughing, he hoots
... with glee.

for you see a pet yes,
she is. his pet
his puppet
... on a string ~


..

 

[RhymeFairy]

Bump ~~

Wondering if there are any writes left over from Halloween. I know this is not a Halloween thread, but I am lookin for my muse. You see he disappeared and I gotta catch'm. So if ya could .. Help me. Give me what I want !!!

scare needling noises
creaking swinging doors
jumping from behind talioned fingered trees
chains ... chainsaws, grinding n chopping to bits
boiling blood vats
bats screeching from behind, chasing ... you
ghoulish ghost haunting
spooks ... gonna get ya


Did ya'll get scared?
Tell me,
what scares ... you.

 

[RhymeFairy]

feeling the burn, scaldingly deep
taste, touch takes root. embers
spreading, bindingly bringing me down
dry burnt toast, no decaffeinated
coffee for me. just scorching drugged
drops of water rising high, steaming
windows, cracked with glacial wreckage
like hot cold compresses as tightening
tingles, awaken toes. trigger shot
off the hipster, with gunless holster
(bullets gone astray). suspiciously
being watched, or just paranoia
settling in for a long winters stay ...

 

[Maria2394]

canvas-female nude

The weaving

of webs in the eyes of men
beckons the naked to desire
the ability to pull those images
one thread at a time
from perverse retinas and macrame

every leering, lurid soul into a knot
of hellish despair, how do they
dare imagine the feminine nude and leave her
undressed, save for a singular breast
covered by a tassle of wheat colored hair?

We could let loose the arachnid
that annihilates, succumb them all
to their innate compulsion,
it seems to be neverending, the denial
of their appetite for self-destruction

 

[RhymeFairy]

sucked apart
embedded in ice
thinking all was well.
well,
think thrice.

covert this anger
of womanly wills.
a tarnished tyrant
spreading his thrills.

ego speaking
in tongues
like glue sticking his talons
of fear in you. jabbingly
sharp
all the way through.

shoveling wasted years
into warp speed
while waving his magic wand
presto
a new you.

he thinks
sees only his want.
you
cuffed and shackled,
inside a 4x4 steel box.
hanging
over the cliff rocks.

he made you
he thinks. only his will
is yours.
listen
obey,
all will be well.
if not
you shall not live
to tale your tail.

 

[Maria2394]

sucked apart
embedded in ice
thinking all was well.
well,
think thrice.

covert this anger
of womanly wills.
a tarnished tyrant
spreading his thrills.

ego speaking
in tongues
like glue sticking his talons
of fear in you. jabbingly
sharp
all the way through.

shoveling wasted years
into warp speed
while waving his magic wand
presto
a new you.

he thinks
sees only his want.
you
cuffed and shackled,
inside a 4x4 steel box.
hanging
over the cliff rocks.

he made you
he thinks. only his will
is yours.
listen
obey,
all will be well.
if not
you shall not live
to tale your tail.

excellent visuals!

 

[bluerains]

I seem to forget about

this cool thread...
a short senryu...

obscure predator
reading at 13 oclock
morbid canibal

 

[Guest]

Elaine

: :

She sits alone
in her tangled web of madness
the casual observer
sees her difference.

She is beautiful,
in her eyes a manic intelligence
that reflects back
our uneasiness.

She answers
the voices only she can hear.
A good listener
can hear her pain.

She is dying
from the need to understand reality.
A gentle hand
would keep her with us.

She will kill
because she has been told to,
not you or I
but herself.


: :

 

[RhymeFairy]

lifes window ~


lies and deceit
maybe the truth
hurts too bad.
show the man
behind the curtain.
fall to your knees
and beg. beg
to be released
from this misery,
pain that lances
with each breath
as words dance
down a spinal slope.
blood following
close behind.
words and lies
interconnect
colliding within
the mind.
a sharing of secrets
only meant
for a select few.
do you dare
the truth or close
the window pane
and watch
as life passes on ~

 

[Guest]

Suddenly awake!
Pulled roughly from sleeps deep pool
gasping as if drowned.

Nerves taut
straining for familiarity.
Who holds me here,
smells this way?

Eyes wide, dry as sand,
No light
to see who violates.

Roughly pulling up and out.
thighs forced wide
against
all will
Hard mouth to stifle hope.

Pain
brutality
sears breast and cunt alike.
Sharp
teeth find tender flesh
tearing, tearing.

Oh! Where is help?
This cowardly warrior wields his weapon
invades
slicing into softness
that would so welcome a gentler lover
has done,
often.

Raging, ragged breath,
hot, furious, hateful
words spit venom.
weight..........
wait!

Shuddering pressure then
one last cutting thrust,
warm wetness, blood?
Hands gripped still.
Stillness
then
sobbing silence.

 

[MsBug]

Cold eyes watch the night,
searching for a friendly star
if only for momentary comfort.

Silent cries formed too late
slack lips forever paused,
while marble seeps through cooling sinew.

A warm breeze stirs the pot,
leaves hurry to obey masters call
paint by numbers shroud begins to form.

Lost to the wilds,
a pitiful end of fanciful flesh,
rendered bone by monstrous natures.

 

[RhymeFairy]

four fingers wrenching, pressed
thumb slippage, making breathing
even more difficult. three feet off
the ground
dangling, she grasps for a favorful
breath. whispering mutatious warring
words, he taunts his victim. This wife
of four years, one child and a new job.

she dared to disobey
his suggestion, a job
no more at home, do it all
mom. what nerve,
what a cunning deceit.

three broken ribs later, she pounces
knocking two front teeth out and
breaking his nose in two places.
challenging him a fight till death
for he will never touch her
again.

the children saw ... still they ask
what happened, why did daddy
do that?

 

[cherries_on_snow]

There are spiders in this house; already
I've seen five this season, a particular species
of small black spider that once bit my neck and left a welt.

That was a turning point: when I became prey. Before
I had only scooped and rereleased, feeling superior and powerful.
After the bite I flush them down if they are in the bath
(the scene of the crime, I suspect) but the rest of the time I keep
my distance and shake the duvet. And so of course
I can't sleep. In two hours it will be dawn and the air
will not be made of spiders.

 

[champagne1982]

There are spiders in this house; already
I've seen five this season, a particular species
of small black spider that once bit my neck and left a welt.

That was a turning point: when I became prey. Before
I had only scooped and rereleased, feeling superior and powerful.
After the bite I flush them down if they are in the bath
(the scene of the crime, I suspect) but the rest of the time I keep
my distance and shake the duvet. And so of course
I can't sleep. In two hours it will be dawn and the air
will not be made of spiders.

The spider stalks the oblivious
prey as she moves
in her house of soft
feather dusters and duvets
floating through the air
to lie in wait for night
and darkness.

Against soft skin
he presses sharp
points to inject his venom
and change her life
forever, liquid and powerless.

Never remorseful, he sucks
all she has to give,
discards the withered husk
to land amidst the feathers
and dream of dark touches
in the spidery night.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Prey

.....

 

[RhymeFairy]

feeling the burn
scaldingly deep
taste ... touch takes root.
embers spreading
bindingly bringing me
down. dry burnt
toast, no decaffeinated coffee
for me. just scorchingly drugged
drops of water rising high
steaming windows
cracked from wreckage
like hot cold compresses as tightening
tingles
awaken toes. trigger shot
off the hipster
with gunless holster

 

[The Mystery Valiant]

Sin

It's there.
Somewhere,
above or behind me.
My senses are sharp.
But not sharp enough.
I hear that breath be,
not here or in sight.
What to challenge?
Shiver at night.
Ask me soft,
it's there.
Somewhere.

 

[RhymeFairy]

a dark, morbid day has made camp
outside my step. wanting nothing more
than to sell a piece of time.
silver passes over, palms out
as pale, unearthly fingers fidget to make
the drop. the dye was cast, catering
to needs of the damned. dare I
open the door, dooming this dormouse
to a fate of black gowns at tea time ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Dare I take another chance?
Can I not just slip him on
for wear, see how the fit
feels. Take him out on the town, walk
talk about inconsequential things.
Maybe a chocolate malt, movie
then a walk in the rain, for that is where
I feel at home.

So many times I see myself tuning in,
inside to where the pain has been pitted
deep. I run, fearful of what could happen.
Then here I sit, an open can of worms
with no pole to cast.

Feeling like my luring
days are over for who would want
only half a woman. The half
that lives in fear of taking chances
who already knows deep inside
her fishing days are over ...

 

[tungtied2u]

I am wrapped in the shroud
of the ghost of blissfulness past
nailed tight in the coffin,comfortable
in this silk lined sepulchre

as the air grows thin
thoughts become hazy
my mind spins, surreal
remembrances or hallucinations

of a future just beyond the lid
do I to succumb to the seemingly
inevitable or change history
break free and fight for another chance