Poem: Intimacy

I can’t possibly put it into words how you make me feel your touch your breathe on my neck makes me want to show you what I conceal

I can feel your hands everywhere and places I didn’t know could be touched feeling my body getting hot all over so flushed

The urge to be closer to you overtakes me and I can’t hold back like a animal hunting its prey ready to strike ready to attack

I blush when you look at my body wanting to hide it but let you go deep in at the same time your breathe taking you’ve stolen my mind body and soul it should’ve been a crime

You tease me and suckle on my skin making me want you more and more wanting you to come inside wanting you to touch me within

When you make your way deep inside me I can’t control my body you drive me making me scream nobody knows how naughty we get how naughty we can be

You whisper sweet things in my ear while you control me casting a spell on me I scream for you to touch me deeper things fall and scattered everywhere in our moment leaving debris

You know just where to go to push me over the edge I feel my body shake like a earthquake as I reach my bliss how I crave you when you’ve gone for too long the intimacy I miss

No one to hear my screams no one to hear my moans for you no one to save me from your body against mine as you take everything and give it all to me setting me free.

Poem: Life

Life so complicated you can’t possibly put it into one word the feel of a breeze the sound of life the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard

The feel of your first love and your first heartbreak a sensation when you first feel it you might cry and most of the time you’ll need a break

Finding your passion for something only unique to you you’ll do anything to achieve and you might fail a couple times or a few

Your first disappoint feeling overwhelmed like the world is crushing you weighing you down you want to scream trying to hold yourself up so you won’t drown

But then there are those special moments when you truly feel alive your purpose your will to live your drive

Those special moments are what we hold onto when you find that special someone who just fawns over you

What’s the meaning of life well I don’t know maybe just living is the point because you’ll never know when you’ll stay or eventually go

Poem: suffocate

The pain of my memories haunt me with every step the wounds and the scars go deep I remember every time that I wept

It’s a cold world no warmth no comfort no one to hold your hand the lies and the struggle is more than I could have ever withstand

The mockery the judgement the whispers of those who seen it’s just another day another moment the same old routine

It disorients me leaves me gasping as I suffocate I’ve built a wall around myself no one can enter through this door this gate

My deepest fears seem to mock as they dance around me I’ve already paid my dues I just want them to leave me alone as I plea

Plea to what they fall on deaf ears they always do it’s been so long too many weeks too many months too many years

They drag me down to the bottom of the ocean the cycle continues it will never stop my madness growing everything has already been set in time and in motion.

Why does it always have to be this way but I’m so comfortable here all I’ve known is pain maybe I’ll stay never to ignore what they tell me only to obey there is no rush to leave this comfortable place I’m just someone who is weak and they eat me alive I’m only just their prey.

The mask

They smile, laugh and carry on with life with no regret they crave your approval and seem to be positive to everyone that they met

How could one person be this way every day but that same person lives life full of pain thinking as they lay

They put up a front for people but inside they burn with regret their pain knows no bounds all they wish is to forget

Forget all their suffering forget their pain forget their loss the life they lived is heavy with burden nothing comes without cost

But on the outside their smile is to bright to be seen everyone around them can feel their acting their performance playing out on a screen

They’ll hide all their pain if it’s for others approval they’ll keep it in letting it grow all it needs is a tragedy like a fire burning when you add fuel

Their a ticking time bomb at any moment they’ll blow but who would notice when everyone has been watching a performance hooked by the show

It’s as though their living a double life with them growing more hatred for people like a origin story for a person who is turning to darkness turning evil

Be careful of the ones who have a mask be wary or you just might be caught up with them and be the first one they’ll bury

Poem: the abyss

I walk through a void alone and cold my thoughts race endlessly as I start my journey am I to believe I’m dumb or just bold.

The dark it surrounds me whispering my name the person I was seeming to be a memory as I replay my life all the hurt and shame.

Can you hear my cry as I scream for someone anyone to answer my call it echoes who will catch me when I trip, when I fall.

My mind traps me I am my own prisoner and warden why am I in pain why can’t I ask for help is there anyone to listen to help carry my burden

Reality escapes me life moves on without me as I stand stuck in one place my misery taking root can anyone feel me can they hear do they see?

Will I ever escape this hole this abyss of torture and sorrow the pain and rage fills me I can’t even breathe when will I see tomorrow

I just need someone to listen someone to care to love me to help set me free is this a cry for help or just another empty message that no one sees?

It’s dark and I’m cold maybe I just need to talk or to listen or just maybe just maybe I need to give myself permission.

Poem: majestic

The bird spreads it wings flying high above the ground it hunts for its next meal not knowing if it’ll ever be safe from the predators of hounds

It flys majestically the air bending to it’s every command it’s wings are like that of which are a angel but never to misunderstand

It’s body like a jet it’s feet a blur you could never catch this animal in view only it’s patterned majestic fur

The beauty of this ferocious beast it’s howling of passion in the light of the moon he is revealed he roars prey crys for mercy it’s crime is unforgivable but their is no evidence it’s forever concealed

The wings of a bird the speed of a cheetah the beauty of the wild the streams of the river the call of the young it’s lingering bonita

The bravery the death the ferocity it’s endless as they die to survive their this beautiful cycle of life is forever timeless.

Poem: Shallow

Those eyes that pierce my soul and your hands that touch my skin leaves me feeling hollow on the inside

I’ll never guess the wonders of men the shell of a crushed soul is what I must see as their pained eyes show a reflection of me

Strong and prideful, silent and scared as they me myself jump into danger have I not cared?

The fragrance of a broken soul so empty inside as their tears gently recede not daring to cry with mounted pride

Shall they never experience love with their shattered heart their souls reeking their mind ripped apart

Them as the river and us as the ocean waves are shallow and so as us who are unspoken.

Short horror story: The curtain

It was midnight the sound of rain pattered my windows. As i sat restless studying for my college exams the next day. My roommate joseline fast asleep in the other room. “Huh what a lazy brat” i said to myself as i struggled with a question. She doesnt do anything but party and sleep all day.” Thats exactly why ill past and she’ll fail tomorrow” i thought to myself smirking.

I continued studying late into the night the clock read”12:40am” as i continued. As i was studying my windows began to flutter. “Ugh did joseline leave the window open in here its chilly af” i thought to myself as i got up to close the window but it was already closed. “Huh weird must be a vent” I said to myself as i went back to studying. I was deep into my studying once again as i heard a loud bang from my window. I thought i was hallucinating as a hand appeared on my window from the inside.

I jumped back out my chair and landed with a thud waking my roommate up. She came and bursted in my room ready to scold me for waking her out her beauty sleep. I was ready for her meltdown but all she did was stand and stare in complete shock. “Joseline what are you staring at?” I asked as i slowly turnt around and there a a woman or what looked to be a woman crouching behind my curtain staring at us with black eyes. She lounged toward us as we screamed.

The clock read “12:59am.”

Poem:journey

I trudged the darkest of paths made my dews at the darkest of times

My light wilting at the end of this grove with the sweet smell of pines

My journey has been long full of pain and regret but the sounds of happy memories kept me going through tough times that i wept

Death has a certain fragrance and my fear had a bitter taste misery has a sweet tune shall my journey end with grace

I have suffered my scars have proved my pain has spoken i sleep ever so true

This is the end of my journey my laughs my cry my loves my memories will not die out

My life a piece of grain as i take my last breathe and leave this world my journey shall never end in vain.

Short horror story: The dirt pile.

3:00am Thursday, Aug 5

Dear diary,

Today was a hard day on the farm. It was raining and I haven’t eaten a thing. The crops are dying and there is no food left. Papa is sick in bed and mama is in town working for food. I haven’t seen her in months, but I’m not here to talk about my problems I’m here because I have to tell you a secret.

Last night my dog Charles brought me something. It was a strange goblet of some kind, me and my friend chuck were playing in the woods when my dog brought it to me.” Where did he get it from?” Chuck asked wide eyed. “I don’t know” I said looking at my dog Charles. Charles looked at me and barked and turned around running through a path in the woods I didn’t see before. “C’mon chuck!” I shouted running after Charles.

We followed him to a clearing in the woods. He sat by a pile of dirt with a stick sticking out on top. He started digging into the pile and I as well started to to. Me, chuck, and Charles dug into the file until i felt something with my hands.

What I pulled out will forever haunt my dreams. There in the dirt looking back at me with a terrified expression was a human head! I stared at it with shock and disgust and it stared back with the same haunting expression.

We never went back the woods again, and neither I nor chuck would ever forget.