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Scarlet PulpThump

Do you hear it?

Thump

It hammers against your chest.

Thump

Do you feel it?

Thump

It smacks against your breast.

Thump…

Thump…

Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.

Thump…

Thump…

Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.

Thump

Do you hear it?

Thump

Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.

My Forest AfireFire twitches and rolls like waves,
I see it eat away my trees,
Are the children hidden inside?
I notice their quick frantic waves.

I see it eat away my trees,
It burns and swallows hungrily,
Are the children hidden inside
Waiting for the land to vanish?

It burns and swallows hungrily,
I observe it swerve like a snake,
Waiting for the land to vanish,
My body trembles and spasms.

I observe it swerve like a snake,
Its crimson shell trailing ashes,
My body trembles and spasms,
Screams pierce the sky, rending my ears.

Its crimson shell trailing ashes,
Are the children hidden inside?
Screams pierce the sky, rending my ears,
Fire

The HumThe city hums as toxic smoke
Coils in the air like a snake,
Grasping at the sky pulsating
Grayish color in its wake.

Tall buildings suffocating
Uniformed workers in search for
The nearest subway train,
Emotion stuffed amidst bodies rushing.

Beady eyes scan surrounding terrain,
Sweat rolls down open pores,
Warm breath stains cool air
As bodies litter the sidewalk stains.

Sly glances shared reveal the wear
The metal tombs have exacted
On the soul of the unwilling,
How will they offer any care?

Metal compresses against metal,
Love and hate are merged in one,
Dark smoke coils in the air
Blotting out the unseen city.

The SongbirdIt was just before he turned
nine years old
that his mother bought the boy
a soft yellow songbird.
And that songbird
every night
would sing the sweetest arias
and would melt away
the little boy's fears.

He loved that bird
and its beautiful melodies;
it was not a pet his mother had given him,
but a musician-
a listener-
a friend.

But as time wearied and withered away
(as time has tendency to do),
the boy found it harder and harder
to hear the splendid tunes
until finally
the boy could hear the bird no more.

At fifteen the boy's brain
was being ravaged by
a most monstrous cancer.
The doctors spared him his life,
but

BlindBlind

The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.

It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.

Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle

The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are

The PassingI hear Bells crying
In my head,
I hear Bells knell
For those passed.

The thrum goes on
For those left behind.

How often do you
Take the time to listen?
How often do you
Soak up that second to see?

This melody called life
Can you taste it? Hear it?
Inhale.
Spices enter your lungs,
Close your eyes.
The ocean envelops your ears.

You only have so long,
Do you spare time to listen?
Do you bring yourself to see?

The thrum goes on,
For those left behind.

Coffee HaikuChug coffee down
I dash across campus
Warm summer day.

Levender EyesI slink on the boat
To the river Styx,
Charon cackles, bobbing his head,
Coal waters pull us away.

“Short lived,” my guide rasps.
Yellow-Jackets buzz
Pincers implant themselves in my iris,
My eyes pop like turquoise cherries.

Eyeless ruts breathe out dust,
My lips part, I vomit moths.

Look lavender eyes.

My chest cracks open
Rickety doors on rusted hinges.

A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.

Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.

A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.

Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.

Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl

Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pages
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-

Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints

But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last

A Funny ThingMy head floats
In a cotton ball
The way Lilly pads
Travel over a pond's surface.

You tell me—with lips drawn down
"Pay attention, you always do this."
In a haze I nod and tap
My twice chewed-over lips.

My head floats
In a cotton ball
Slack.

A sloth on a branch.

DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bring
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky

By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule

Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth

The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the

NoNo, I am not okay
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away

No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine

No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight

Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime

Soul CollectorBloody murderer…
Damned soul collector…

Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies…
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss…

A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind…
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control…
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face…
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I prom

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Pulsates as bipedal motions power
my heart. One deep breath, then
two. Excitement crawls up my
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high. Amateurish as it may be,
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Life gushes through my veins,
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Two.

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Edge of EnglandHis tongue clicks, saliva swishes
Behind pursed pale dry lips,
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Cotton sticks to dripping skin.

Sweat rolls down chapped membrane
Akin to Thames. Giving pass
To salty sensation on papillae,
Metal thrusts into wood sonorously,
Blinding lightning rays shock orbs.

The sky roars, clouds fold
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How Dare You?

by ~RancidToxicity, Sep 21, 2012, 3:45:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

How Dare you suck out the strength in my limbs?
How Dare you distract me in lectures with a look,
A flicker of interest?
How Dare you smile knowingly at me, as broadly
As the ocean?
How Dare you know I'd do anything for you?
How Dare you wring my heart in my chest ruthlessly,
And make my cheeks burn?
How Dare you call my name, your tongue tethering to it
As if it were your own?

How Dare you?

How Dare you entice my ears with your jokes, your laugh? "You get to hear my
Droning voce," you say as you glance my way.
How Dare you twist my emotions into a salad of anxiety
And anticipation?
How Dare you holster down that which is savage
And free?

How Dare you?

No.
I don't need you.
No.
Your voice rings mute in my ears.
No.
I am not hypnotized by your cerulean gaze.

I am my own creature,
I do not yearn for your consent,
I am my own creature,
I don't desire your praise.

So, How Dare you?

How Dare you invade my mind, coiling
In every dream, every thought?
How dare you spur my lungs into failure,
Just like the 2008 Collapse?

I despise your ability to stimulate my breathing,
Your ability to garble away at my words.

How Dare You?

I don't need your tresses between my
Fingers. Curling around their tips,
I don't need your warmth against my cheek
On the nights freezing over my heart.

I don't.
I don't.

I say no.
No wine, women and snuff for you.
How Dare You Mister Keats?

How Dare You?by ~RancidToxicity

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Ah yes, we've all had these moments. Inspired by my own rambling thoughts as I walked out of an unspecific class after an unspecific conversation with an unspecific person.

Here you go, my thoughts on this irritating matter in the wonderful form of poetry :3

love 1 1

joy 2 2

wow 1 1

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~ShortySilly16 Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That was nice, at first I was under the impression of the character lying to themselves, midway I could see that they really where trying not to let this person in, perhaps because they knew the person was nothing but venom and they should know better, and at the end I really could feel they where serious about pulling it off. Also the last two lines brought up some interesting wonderings, lol. I won't ask you though, haha!

~RancidToxicity Sep 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Haha! Good deduction on the poem (: You caught several things that hit the mark. The person itself is not venom, but definitely not one meant for the person. As for the end I just couldn't stop thinking of Keats' poem "Wine, Women, and Snuff" it's actually quite an interesting one he wrote.

Thank you for the comment! ^^

~ShortySilly16 Sep 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Damn I'm good

~ChanelleRenee Sep 21, 2012 Writer

I really like this poem. Your word choice is great!

~RancidToxicity Sep 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you! It took a small while of editing, but I really like how it turned out.

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