Story Poems by New Members

To pay with death.
To pay with your life.

The vision of a god,
Once sat upon thy throne.
Riddled with jewels,
Swelling with fumes.

Each day more, shall he bring upon his chores.
No more than a fool, written down on stained white stool.

How he dances with his queen.
Beauty and grace, all dressed up in lace.
His heart swelled with a pang of somber.
For he did not know, how he could do this much longer.

He spoke with a voice, dripping with gold.
As his queen spoke too, they crumbled in two.
...

How does the sword feel against the wounded heart?” (I asked as my heart beat out a rhyme against my chest)

he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul

“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”

(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)

“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”

(This time I gasped but nothing else...

The silvery clouds caress the blue sea.
On top of the rippling waves,
The native pelicans flock.
Such intimacy reminds me that love is gone.
Anna flew across the shore as a seagull
Destined for a land of fairytale.
Now I walk alone in the white sands of loneliness.
I gaze at the lighthouse from afar.
Whose arms will hold her until dawn?
The willow gives a sad rendition,
Love’s wild orchid no longer blooms,
And the salty wind carries away my confidence.

When our romance was young,
Two lovers lost vision of reality.
We...

And Satan said on to God "Let us play a game of tug of war, but with
a twist."
Understanding the duelist, God said "But of course. What are the
terms and conditions?"
Satan responds "My admonition is the power of free souls. Original
clean souls burn the brightest."
Delighted God responds "Clean souls are also the hardest to control,
are you bold enough to wrestle them from the body and myself?"
Satan jeers "You gave them so much wealth, and us so little. What
favor will grant me to even the scales?"
God curtails "Some souls regard us as...