Fiction Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 5:52am
2nd Aug 2024 5:52am
The Door Opens
Driving past all the exit signs
In my brand new Mustang
Turned up the stereo volume
Deep Purple singing Hush
Heading down the highway
Drumming the steering-wheel
Semi up ahead changes lanes
Throttle to the floor as I pass by
What’s that over the horizon?
Reflections of light in my sight
Turning down the driving music
I begin to ease off the accelerator
Hitchhiker lady with a thumb out
Russian roulette enters my mind
Do shadows lurk behind her eyes?
Should I stop to offer her a ride?
...
In my brand new Mustang
Turned up the stereo volume
Deep Purple singing Hush
Heading down the highway
Drumming the steering-wheel
Semi up ahead changes lanes
Throttle to the floor as I pass by
What’s that over the horizon?
Reflections of light in my sight
Turning down the driving music
I begin to ease off the accelerator
Hitchhiker lady with a thumb out
Russian roulette enters my mind
Do shadows lurk behind her eyes?
Should I stop to offer her a ride?
...
#fiction
175 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
136 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
136 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:34pm
Cathedral of Laments - with Shilohverse
Embroiled, in a cold wet ground-hugging narcissistic
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
psychopathic fog. In Aberdeen with the odor of dead
cod and abandoned graves. Now in my delirium of
forgotten laments strangling the corpses of death's
harlots, gone to soft pâté. Chilling the bones of those
who wander, lost in its suffocating grasp. A place
where shadows dance with the fractured light. On
the lonely streets of loose cobblestones, haunting my
grotesque abomination doomed by my insanity.
Adrift rattling my bones in the abbey a thousand
shriving midnights. Tasting armageddons...
#collaboration
#dark
#fiction
136 reads
5 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
La muse bouche
I say to le "grand fromage".
You and your pastiche attachč.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjŕ vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
You and your pastiche attachč.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjŕ vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
#fiction
101 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
653 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
653 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
27th Mar 2018 4:15am
A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
#aging
#prose
#fiction
653 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
66 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
66 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
66 reads
10 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Today 2:45am
Today 2:45am
Joining A Glam Metal Band Is Not Good
Racquel joined Nemesis on tour.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
#art
#dark
#death
#drugs
#fiction
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