There was an infestation problem in the block of flats that Shine grew up in. It wasn’t rats, or cockroaches – but tiny beetles and caterpillars. The beetles were black and scurried too quickly, when cornered they’d take to the air – landing in hair, on clothes, in faces - kamikaze style. The caterpillars were tiny little things, striped black and brown – hairy and slow moving. Sometimes, when he caught one, he’d keep it alive and feed it, like the pet he was never allowed. It was never entirely clear where they came from, they’d just appear along skirting boards, on walls, on carpet and laminate. They were harmless, but it was deemed that something needed to be done. The menace was clearly an indicator of an underlying issue, so action was to be taken – eventually. The council, being slow moving, as always, took years to call in the exterminators. One summer’s day they swept in, with their officious curtness – someone in the block was obviously the cause. They left poison down
Sitting on the beach the air was warm, no - not warm. Hot.
It was the middle of January on a beach in Brighton and the heat was like putting your face in a bonfire.
Yet, despite this warmth there was nobody else around. I don't mean pretty dead, except the occasional drunk or romantic couple. I mean nobody.
Nobody on the beach, on the street, in Brighton, the United Kingdom, or the World.
This was it.
The last of us.
And all I had to remember my world from before was a photo of us. Happy on this exact same beach.
I lay back and let the Sun do its worst as it exploded, destroying the planet and sending this particular beach hurtling off
There was an infestation problem in the block of flats that Shine grew up in. It wasn’t rats, or cockroaches – but tiny beetles and caterpillars. The beetles were black and scurried too quickly, when cornered they’d take to the air – landing in hair, on clothes, in faces - kamikaze style. The caterpillars were tiny little things, striped black and brown – hairy and slow moving. Sometimes, when he caught one, he’d keep it alive and feed it, like the pet he was never allowed. It was never entirely clear where they came from, they’d just appear along skirting boards, on walls, on carpet and laminate. They were harmless, but it was deemed that something needed to be done. The menace was clearly an indicator of an underlying issue, so action was to be taken – eventually. The council, being slow moving, as always, took years to call in the exterminators. One summer’s day they swept in, with their officious curtness – someone in the block was obviously the cause. They left poison down
Sitting on the beach the air was warm, no - not warm. Hot.
It was the middle of January on a beach in Brighton and the heat was like putting your face in a bonfire.
Yet, despite this warmth there was nobody else around. I don't mean pretty dead, except the occasional drunk or romantic couple. I mean nobody.
Nobody on the beach, on the street, in Brighton, the United Kingdom, or the World.
This was it.
The last of us.
And all I had to remember my world from before was a photo of us. Happy on this exact same beach.
I lay back and let the Sun do its worst as it exploded, destroying the planet and sending this particular beach hurtling off
As the hunters' moon rose through the night sky they began their journey to appease. With silent air they bent down and lit their torches, quietly whispering farewell to their kin. They neither acknowledged nor denied the task that lay ahead. They knew they must fulfil their destiny or god would reign havoc until the end of their days. Since creation it had always been this way, so there could be no reprieve, no choice, no decision and no denial; as sure as cats hunt mice and mice run in fear, so it will always be this way.
One by one they lined up against the colossal barbed wall that surrounded their village. Yesterday it had seemed to pro
Ticking in frantic patterns of blind panic
Each tick interrupted by chaotic insolence
Bursting at the seams yet devoid of meaning
Manically scribbling words of disconnection
Sentences of emptyness reeling from static
Imploding mind leading to desperation
Feather replaced by steel
Ink replaced by blood
Ripping apart
My mind
My heart
In search of...
On lazy summer days when breezes float
in sapphire skies, bubbles drift from
whispers far with words of secret times.
Like droplets they cascade to open palm
and waiting ear, spinning free within my mind;
with most, once spun they are set loose.
On solstice winds theyre carried far,
to fresh new ears to spin again, but yours
I keep and hold so close, to melt within my soul.
The bubbles flowing through my blood,
the words replacing air, until my heart is
nothing more than a vessel for your lips.
Trickling down from dizzy heights
to waiting minds and wanting souls.
Currents building as torrential rain
clouds our hearts desire.
A whirlpool of emotions flooding
down from valleys deep.
Tsunami slamming against resolve,
tearing our lives apart.
Yet waterfalls of perfect love,
enveloping us entirely
and little drops of rain,
the kisses of loves affection.
In worlds where wrong is right
And jagged crimson skies alight.
Illusion breathes its web to tangle
Deceptive musings, hearts will mangle.
In this verse of fiction led
Lies are unnoticed,
As they're the border to fantasy land.
Clouds roll back in mercury waves,
Under sword or pen they all died slaves.
Saviour failing to damnations pyre,
The omen cometh, the false messiah.
As lines of truth do start to merge,
Infernos lick and burn, swift purge.
As gates open wide the screams descend.
Shows the path where heroes become men
And all who seek to find a way to leave the past behind
Utter not one verse astray as wickedness won
As the world spins into ravishing solar flares
Angels dance on graves till our reality expires
With twisting spirals of lawless lands
Heavens reach falling back on failing hope
Boundaries and bars melt and fade
Our inhibitions are consumed with rage
So
Moonlight
playing
upon living cloth
and rivers
of golden silk
As fingers run
like falling stars
upon skin
of eternal sky
Worlds collide
with bliss entwined
as
touch
ignites
With instinctive arch
the vertebrae
of promises and dreams
Within heavens reach
we danced
through
time
and
space
As cobalt haze envelopes
you flew into my world
A sudden gust of gentle strokes,
painting canvas new.
With lucid touch you softly
filled my coal stained heart.
The rubric winds seeping
into the bitter void,
my obsidian blood replaced
by deep rouge clouds.
Whispers danced on winds
that gently kissed blushing cheeks.
With floating hope we soared
in crystal twilight skies,
On wings of gilded dreams
we touched the sun,
Weaving like ribbons
gliding amongst the stars.
If I could feel, Id be alive. in a
With sightless eyes, I view the world. of
Whispers heard, but meanings lost.
My words flow, with echoes truth.
A ghostly self, that hides within. a
Mirrored lies, conceal the void. of
With smiles wide, I hide the dark.
There is no anger, nor bitter regret.
The prophesied tread to the lapping edge
Poseidon appeased shall grant be done
As leg met water the fatalist cold
Slowly submerging with sink to the deep
The airless lungs that breathed full of life
As limbs fell free for dorsal and fin
Swimming forever with cold steel grin
Yours is a pinprick beauty
Mine's a deep abyss
Yours is a empty promise
Mine's a bloodstained pact
Yours is chemical peel
Mine's a licked acid bath
Yours is a desperate plea
Mine's orgasmic cruelty
Yours is a heartfelt prayer
Mine's a final farewell
Yours breaks hearts
Mine breaks necks
A spark
Then there was light.
Lightning eyes of blood slick speed,
ebbing into midnight rooms.
With walls stained in a requiem of
lust evoked betrayl and lies.
Wreckless lives scrubbed clean,
screaming into the purging light.
Redemption swallowing naked souls,
unpeeled, scored and sorted.
Hands dripping with salvation.
Each victim a living eulogy
to insanity.
She has ice white plastic skin
with cherry pie lips
that taste
of sin
Crystal blue eyes to
a mirrored soul
with gentle touch
of heavens lull
With charcoal hair
a fall from grace
and
flecks of red
upon her face
Her satin dress of brilliant white
flowed free
upon
the summer night
On slender neck
the rope
so true
the ice white skin
now turned
to blue
With sickened tale and twisted hymns
With screeching wail, the darkness sings
With sense on rise and spine a tingle
The cries in you do start to mingle
With instinct high, to hide and cower
The time for it to start devour
With movement fast, the dark despair
The only chance, to run like hare
With fleet in you, the hells abound
You hear with shock, an awful sound
With crash and thunder, a squeal high
The screech beyond, an unknown cry
You twist and turn with fear and dread
Then trip and fall, where rock meets head
Chase is over, game is lost
Burn of haste, a turn to frost
As you spin to face the fright
You tremble at the very
Where oaks reach for stars
A creature comes, from fables lore
With raggedy piles of wiry fur
Like tufts of bloodied peaks
Muscle taut, through valley of skin and bone
Ever flexing, under moonlit sky
Ever stretching, towards the kill
From silence deep
The howl
The reckoning
Deliriums rage in crimson eyes
Jagged fangs stained with fate
Ever closer
Ever coming
Each howl, a tick to the midnight hour
Claws meet sinew with gash, so deep
Tyrannical reign of slash and gnaw
The River Styx flows free and fast
With savage feast of mans desire
The blood licked bane, a shifting curse
The final howl of furious spree
With darkened sun I breathe
Death spinning fast and hard
Mist of red, a rush from lips
Blood dancing like a whirling dervish
With vile anger I destroy
Sickened patterns drawn in blood stained lust
Cataclysmic tears running down my face
The filthy requiem covered in crimson sorrow
With furious malice I live
The hellish ride of deaths own circus
Muscles taut from vicious spree
With eternal fury the carnival of carnage
The fire starts
The rope it binds
The needle it burns
The eyes they die
I see it all, I feel it all, I need it all
Why does it need to be like this?
No fire to quell the rage of it
The unseeable, untouchable, unkillable, unquenchable, always preying, never waiting
The fires rage, the fuel is life, too many cries, so many die
The fire starts
The rope it binds
In the mist they dwelt
Preying, trapping, hunting
In the mist they spied on her
Sneaking, watching, planning
In the mist they cried to her
Screaming, howling, wailing
In the mist they came for her
Leaping, bounding, swarming
In the mist they grabbed for her
Ripping, tearing, gouging
In the mist they fed on her
Feasting, gorging, devouring
In the mist they returned from her
Waiting, watching, ready
Through vicious, curve deeply down
Descending fast on blackened star
With wrecked abandon, always down
Twisted malice and heartless growl
If up is light, then down be true
With fire light, I dream of you
With nothing left, with you be gone
Only down, is my true song
The lonely stale of true down
The void and tumble of countless frown
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2. Tell you which colour you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you my favourite thing about you.
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