Submissions by Red_Rabbit

I move my thoughts
to actions at times,
but mostly to words.

Words spoken in a flash;
the sound of it deafening.

Why do I shatter
the flesh of the few:
those precious to me?

Though they are scarce,
my aim is true.

And yet they rise like the dead,
never dying,
always shuttering.

They blur before me
in an uncanny fashion.

Moving through the house
as ghosts and shades
seeking solace in existence.

Such a place is for the lost
and should be abandoned.

But one can never tell...

I never see the children anymore.

They're inside and connected
to faceless friends forever,
thriving as try-hards
through memory's space
and time zones vast.

Always the clever shooter
with a catchy catch phrase
to make them cringe,
or an irate Irishman
from beyond the pond
that makes them want
what they all want:
more friends.

Isn't that sweet?

6/11/15
10:45 am

Dreams and screams sleep
hand in hand, as a murderous mist
creeps the land, killing and spilling
by blood and by sand
of The Hourglass Blade
made to be grand.

It fits the bill for his power
great, to love with a shove
for the sake of a hate
for angels and men, a desire
to sate, to conquer above
and destroy that Gate.

Rise to the skies with that Blade
of old, to slash and gash, to
make them cold by waves of graves
and souls to be sold,
cut them down
with that Blade of old.


6/10/15
05:47

Water waves its way to me,
as I walk my body out to sea.

My metal mind is right as rain.
It's ok. I'm not insane.

Just bound for the bottom
of the briny deep,
where sound is silent
and I can surely sleep.

Where man once was
I don't want to be.
Now that he's gone
I'm finally free.

So I'll walk my body
far out to sea
and let the ocean depths
wash over me.


6/10/15
10:30 am