Prose Published by Members Recently Online
#prose
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
spires of hell series
the deserted one chimes six o'clock
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
#dark
#gothic
#prose
640 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
spires of hell series
the deserted one chimes six o'clock
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
#dark
#gothic
#prose
640 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
spires of hell series
the deserted one chimes six o'clock
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
#dark
#gothic
#prose
640 reads
6 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
122 reads
3 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
122 reads
3 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
122 reads
3 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
1st Jul 2024 2:21am
Surrender
Wayward they appear to be
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
like hearing an echo one final time
draped in a sunset cliche
hair sifted by oceans, winds.
Storms cackle sour, distant
upon black steel clouds that rumble and flash
curious they look onward
unphased with a careless smile.
Wistful they wander and glide
my silver nymph, herald of the sea
lips parts to mutter magic
a word which offers release.
#love
#narrative
#prose #spiritual
#prose #spiritual
122 reads
3 Comments
Lothbrok
Poem Published
19th May 2019 8:38am
19th May 2019 8:38am
Exit Stage Left.
Ever wander around the bustling cities and still feel alone?
Maybe even find yourself on a park bench, watching others play roles of society.
Becoming the audience to their story, as they are dancing, running and walking across the stage. The sky consists of the stage lightning, Hell is the under stage,
Heaven is backstage and you would be understudies.
When the curtain falls, does the audience praise your performance?
The role you've played, grand or not, are they laughing? Applauding?
Your God's the director, your parents the stars and characters you try...
Maybe even find yourself on a park bench, watching others play roles of society.
Becoming the audience to their story, as they are dancing, running and walking across the stage. The sky consists of the stage lightning, Hell is the under stage,
Heaven is backstage and you would be understudies.
When the curtain falls, does the audience praise your performance?
The role you've played, grand or not, are they laughing? Applauding?
Your God's the director, your parents the stars and characters you try...
#prose
457 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
179 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
179 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
179 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
13th Apr 2023 4:10pm
Cunny and Bunny
Cunny was an ambitious young man from the country. He lived in a district called Hopewell in the parish of Hanover. His real name was Junior, and he considered himself a funny man. Although he was twenty years old, he had grey beard and grey hair, and he said that premature greying ran in the family. Cunny claimed that he could sing well, and he wanted to become a professional singer.
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
The strange thing was that nobody in the community had ever heard him sing. Someone told Cunny about a recording studio somewhere in St. Ann, so he decided to go to the studio and speak to the...
#animals
#funny
#prose
#travel
#nonfiction
179 reads
0 Comments
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