DP: Evil Exists

It’s been a long time since I posted anything. There are reasons for that, but I will not go into them here. However, I saw the Daily Prompt today and it gives me the opportunity to at least reblog something. I hope you like this.

“Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.”

Born of hell-fire
and firmament black;
evil incarnate
with devil made pact.

Gruesome in countenance
vicious in deed;
pleasure in flesh
that easily bleeds.

Fire and brimstone
the promise in truth;
freely corrupting
all passionate youth.

Unreasoning wickedness
creeping in sin;
blissfully freeing
the beast from within.

A killer at night-time
the darkness a friend;
not caring for righteous
sweet heaven forfend.

To sacrifice innocence
on alter of pain;
there’s nothing to lose
and a shadow to gain.

This cruelty embodied
that darkly persists;
gives proof to the concept
that evil exists.


Daily Prompt: Memory

I posted this a while ago, but wanted to update it to include it in the Daily Prompt.
“Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?”
Although it’s not clear whether vivid, newer memories or time-stained distant ones are better, I think this post shows how good memories can be. I hope you like it.

walk with me,
these dark and dusty halls
of memory.

remembered scent,
of perfume lightly misting
treasured skin.

familiar music,
we danced in spinning circles
round the room.

laughter ringing,
shattering the silence of
misery’s hold.

arresting quiet,
the sound of passing breath
in gentle slumber.

forever wandering,
through dark and dusty halls
of memory.

A Dog Named Bob

I wrote this for the Daily Prompt – although so far it’s not displayed!:
“You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob” I hope you like it. (It took me 15 minutes!)

The mailbox called with empty mouth,
No letters seen within,
And mocking bluejay ‘pon the branch,
Did commence to sing.

I thought about my precious heart,
Served to you on a plate,
Where was the love that we once shared,
Where come from, all this hate?

Oh damn these tears, as syrup stick,
To lashes of my eyes,
I told myself I would not grieve,
Nor cry about your lies.

My mailbox then will have a use,
I’ll use my own dark ink,
And send to you a letter wrote,
With words to make you think.

You stole from me that which I loved,
My heart you chose to rob,
I feel alone and sweetly lost,
Just like a dog named Bob.

DP : Sleep

I wrote this a while ago, but I wanted to re-post it to take part in the Daily Prompt : “Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.”

Once more, ‘pon keeper
Of my darkest dreams do
I lay my head;
O! What screaming
Horror may fly to me
On darkly shaded wings?
’tis not for me the
Gentle arms of Morpheus,
To soothe and soft refresh
From days hard labour;
Nay, resigned am I to
The slow tick of curs-ed clock,
Which scythes away
Minute by minute, hour by
Creeping hour.

DP : Fearful Symmetry

I wrote this in response to the Daily Prompt:
“Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.”
You can guess which letter I chose.

Wistful thoughts that fly away,

Where they go we cannot say,

Wishful thinking shades the morn,

Waiting where the love is born,

Why do hearts so heavy lie,

When a truth glints in the eye?

Who can say, it’s plain to see,

Woman I belong to thee.

Reblog : Welcome Rage

Reblogging this to take part it todays Daily Prompt – “Tell us about a time when you flew into a rage. What is it that made you so incredibly angry?”

With scowling brow and clenching jaw
I welcome back this rage once more.
It’s been too long since anger flowed,
with inner feelings truly showed.
Pounding bass and guitar wail
enforces heat and without fail
will cause the eyes to burn in hate
and free the mouth to denigrate.

A blackened cloud that fogs the air
and causes deep and vicious stare.
Throbbing blood through veins within
cause aching muscles, flushing skin.
Conjuring an inner scream
that in it’s heat would challenge steam
in burning form and stinging wrath
and join me on this darkly path.

Maybe I should not be pleased
when anger hits at times like these.
Maybe I should concentrate
on losing rage, rejecting hate.
But sometimes life in cruelness black
will test my strength and so attack
and all that frees me from it’s cage
is hot embrace of welcome rage.

DP : Easy Fix

This was written in response to the Daily Prompt: Easy Fix.
“Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with ‘And all was right in the world.'”.
I hope you like it.

The shout of fear that woke me up
From my own mouth and chest,
A nightmare losing frightful hold
Arrived at no behest.

In panic gripped my body shook
Within the beds confines,
And all about the dark revealed
Nought but moonlit lines.

Reaching out with searching hand
To find your soothing grasp,
An empty sheet was all I felt
Causing me to gasp.

Where had you gone my saviour
Who keeps me safe at night?
The room was cold and dark my love
With no assuring light.

When fear and loss were nearly through
With taking o’er my heart,
You soft appeared through open door
No more were we apart.

You slipped beside me ‘neath the stars
Arms open and unfurled,
I slipped back to my soothing sleep,
And all was right with the world.