Submissions by Masango (Masango_SJay)

Demons Running


Demons running in my mind as I engrave this poem, grave pen I write with, haunts my mind.

Demons running inside my head telling me evil thoughts.
I can hear the devil hissing in my mind,
Somehow the devil’s dead inside me,
But the thoughts it tells me are still evil.
Dripping with the burning red acidic gas

I thirst for the taste of flesh and blood;
No one shall intrude my dejection the
Armageddon has conquered my flesh
For I am created in the Stygian city of Babylon,
Bloody tears descending down my eyelids....

I know

I know you ponder about her every night before you fall into slumber, I know you hate that you miss her; I know despite the clearance in your eyes and the smile on your face, tears are behind those eyelids… flooding your eyes, waiting to rain down. I know you keep saying "I'm over her"… but I know that thoughts of her still float around your head, blood from your heart drips to the thirsty earth. I know you feel as if it is a night of darkness, a song of ethereal pain, wolves vent their howls.

I discern the salvation for which you pray flares once, then...

font=Courier New]Silent night

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As the silent night slowly sauntered in, moon lit up the sky, silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels; though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night… though the right words may escape my vocabulary, allow me to say this; You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. I have to agree with Michael H. Weber “The Fault in Our Stars”, for I mean, there is no...

As I took a sip from the devil’s tears I felt a soothing sensation of my tainted soul, I had taken a sip once before from the devil’s barrow of tears but this time it was different. I had no guilt whatsoever… this time she was next to me-a not-so-stranger, who had worked with cupid; to shoot an arrow through the western skies, to befallen my way. It struck me so hard, everything I knew came to a standstill, and whimsical of notions coursed through my veins. I took another sip and I started to hear the sound of the moving ocean. But there was no ocean at my sight… It felt as if I had my ear...