aphrodite: Favorites

you've obviously sailed the toughest seas.
you've been through hell and back.
you have been addicted to drugs and the rush of being kissed.
and for you to have found faith in the God whose people abandoned you is incredible.
it's almost enough for me to find my faith again.
almost.

Mar 2014 aphrodite

Writers Block

Mar 2014 aphrodite

mads

Writers Block

Again, like a clogged drain filled with leopard fur,
The tantalising words of my next and newest mind burst
Seeped through and escaped.

Most nights I wish I could escape
From monsters I cannot see,
Hear or feel...
Are they even monsters at all?

I keep finding hell's butterflies,
but I don't think they're real any more.

Other minutes pass and I'm stuck on remembering
A single line that was never meant to enter my mind.

A whole day now has introduced a double cosmos
Swirling its nebula around my toes,
I'm still stuck here but it's cosy...
And I'm wholly overcome with mesmerising tastebuds.

1. I don't think hell butterflies ever existed.
2. The cosmos doesn't touch your feet, but if you stare at the stars long enough, you become them.
3. I'm tired
4. Welcome to my mind on an indifferent day

Mar 2014 aphrodite

Monsters

Mar 2014 aphrodite

Dahl

Monsters

Sometimes the monsters that we see in our lives aren't necessarily ugly, gory, nor ******

They could have the most sincere-looking smiles;
Flowing, golden locks;
Bold eyes that almost sparkle they speak about something they're passionate about;
Maybe their teeth are so white and straight that anyone would feel insecure about their own;
Maybe their hobbies and talents are similar to yours, and you think that there's no other person out there who could be better of a friend than them, who also remembers all the lyrics of that Red Hot Chili Peppers song;
They could have cute freckles on their nose, or scars that just make them look that much more awesome to you;
Or maybe this person was a huge part of your childhood, and you think they could never abandon you;
They could seem like a good person because they volunteer, go to Church, or participate in organizations;
Perhaps they're close with your other friends, and there's no way they would pick someone mean to join your group;

They could look similarly to any other person in your life,
But they have a vile heart;
They only became close with you to know all your problems, secrets, goals and dreams, and to crush you from the inside out;
They could pretend to be friends with you, only to benefit from it themselves;
They'll ask you nicely, then rip you apart;
They'll get close with your parents: "Hi Mrs. Ferne, you look lovely today!" And will make your parents wish they were you;
They could talk behind your back, and wish for the moment of your downfall to come as quick as possible;
They could pick at your insecurities and make you feel bad about yourself, then end it with a "I'm just kidding!"

Monsters aren't just in movies;
Even the devil was a beautiful angel once.

Mar 2014 aphrodite

Screams

Mar 2014 aphrodite

Dahl

Screams

When I walked into the room that morning, his eyes fleeted to me
I notice his glare, and I wince painfully
Your eyes fall down to my chest, then my bare legs, and then my arms
"So, how good was last night?" You ask me, a voice so sleepy it would make any girl drool
I pick at my collarbones, feeling their sculpted shape
"Where am I?" I look around the room, my back hunched in a scared position
"You're where every girl wants to be." A smirk forms across his thick lips
You take a drag of your cigarette, and blow it my way
The surface of my skin becomes invaded with goosebumps
It is as if they were telling me to run as far away as I can
"Don't look so down, girl, your money is on that night table." He motions his head towards the bedroom.
I quiver in confusion.

"Excuse me?"
He chuckles. "Your money for last night is on the table."

I clench my teeth, and my eyes fill with hate.
My whole eyes turn black, as if I were a demon from space
My skin turns pale as a ghost
I bite my bottom lip, with a sinister sneer forming on my mouth
His eyes then widen, and his eyebrows raise in fear
My sharp teeth grow by the second
"What the ****?" He cowers in his chair.
I was becoming bigger, and at this point, I was already towering over him
My second form was activated, and I wanted to devour him whole
I licked my lips in hunger, and I lunged for his neck
My bare ******* laying on his chest
My arms locked his in place
"Don't move, it will hurt if you do."
A chuckle escape my throat
As I rip his skin to shreds
I devour his beating heart
His screams are music to my ears
My own heart pumps as adrenaline fills my veins
I rip his spine from his mouth and use it as a necklace
I crack his ribs open and tear at his blackened lungs
Colorful butterflies escape the opened holes of his breathing pipes
Those souls of all the girls he's jailed inside him for so long
I let them escape, each thanking me with a soft touch to my cheek

I return to my human form, and put my clothes back on
His body parts sprawled all against the floor
The splatters of blood on the wall behind him

His dead eyes were fixed on me
And I thought it would be a good way to leave was for him to stare at my ***