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A B Perales Sep 2013
She closed one grey eye
and watched as
the now
scortched
diamond dust
slowly
settled into a
small
pool at  
the bottom
of the bubble.
A tiny heart pounded
like a turbine piston
hard and relentless
against her bare,
freckled dressed chest.
Small beads of
sweat formed
then dried almost
immeditly
down her bare back
and in between
the small mounds
she wore as *******.

She closed her right eye and
held the wand
up towards the
bare bulb light.
She watched transfixed
as the once delicate,
man made,
toxic concoction
that was now
a heated puddle
of stimuli cooled.
Then brought forth images
of great stretching snow flakes
and shattered
diamonds reaching
all throughout
the bubble tipped
tool  she had
taken in as a lover.

And there will
be no sleep
tonight for the
Down Town dealers
and this delicate
lost soul with
diamonds
in her  eyes.
Theres too many
memories that
need to be
tamed ,
too many
nightmares to
give in to sleep.
Stay awake ,
create more time
and consume every bad
thing that's before
you.

Seek out a cold
place in the night,
then stare at the heavens
while  shaking
a clenched fist upon
the serpents.
As our world reveals
more another
falls,picks up
a tool  and
turns to what works.

Choosing the
easy way out
is never an easy
decision.
As crystals cool
then melt again
another decision has
turned to
death in the
form of a captive
life without
freedom enough to
care or breath.

She walked toward
the window and
stood naked
and high before
the city.
A tear tumbled
and dried
before it ever
left her face.

Another diamond
obsessed ,dreamless
dreamer,
waiting out the
night,dealing with
the madness and
sharing none
of her horrors
with the shadowed
world she was forced
to haunt.
Living every hour
wide  awake,
wired and full
of pills.
Desperate for some
other place thats
far away from here.

Slowly
and quietly
dying an older
souls death.
Far before
what should
have been
her peaceful
and merciful
kind of ending.
John Doe Sep 2018
He said he was drawn to the ocean attracted attached.
Standing in the water, the tide rolling out pulling at his ankles as the sand covered his feet.

Every time they would ask why. The simple answer was this scortched world put the  raging fire in his chest out.

One night as the sea tugged at his ankles he slipped away, like sand through your fingers.
The only thing left behind was his barren foot prints and a note .

Claiming he had found a new world, a space nestled at the bottom under the cold and stormy seas. A new world calm, mute and free.
He wrote goodbye, I love you. Wanting the water be his bed to rest.

You must have found this new world, having fun? Enjoying yourself? Because I haven’t seen you since.
wandabitch Apr 2013
stretched far from sight
you bring a fire to the night
once all alone.

but not far from there
scortched desire
burns it up.

can't make up your mind,
you said.

make it simple please,
strike a beat
thunder punch the love,
into it..

not like a stranger's greeting.
SG Holter Apr 2014
Subterranean; flowing like a constant river,
Covered in metres of memes, and hidden.

A man's tears.
Waterfalls falling behind walls of mountain's flesh.
Poetry in forbidden books piled high and burned

By censorist historians.

You pick a scortched piece of page from my footprint,
Blow on it faintly; as if dust off of leaf gold,

And read, when you think I'm not
Watching.
aria xero Aug 2018
arms stretched out
your presence falls to dust.
clinging to lost particles
essence blows to the wind.

Never mine alone

your hot breath whispers
nape of neck scortched
tendrils embrace fragile frame.

How could you?

callous manipulation
your earworm hypnotized
siren's song to keep me at sea.

*****

satisfied by legs sprawled wide
predatory habits
engorge on sickly perfume
latte skin prefered

Why her..?
Dr Strange Jan 2015
I have grown tired of being sick and tired
Always attempting to contain myself in a society unworthy of my containment
It's depressing...and stressful
Here I am screaming at the top of my lungs,but to the rest of the world I am mute
As quite as ******* mouse
They view me a mere child so incompetent he has the inability to do anything
They treat me like I'm a ******* *****
But do I ever really frown
No, I just smile as if everything is okay
But everything is not okay!!!!
In my mind I watch them all burn to ashes,
As I just stand over their scortched bodies eating their remaining flesh and bone
It is so twisted up there that I come to fear myself
It's a struggle for me to say anything because then they'll view me as a psychotic *****
When all I want is respect
To be treated as if I'm human as well
But then again do I really mind
If or when I finally snap they'll notice me then
They'll all notice me then
Then finally I'd gain some respect
Rebecca Ruth Sep 2017
Do you ever wonder why,
leaves are most beautiful ,
when they're about to die?

Scortched red like fireflies,
they sail delicately across
the sullen sky.

But tussling against the whirlwind,
each little leaf dwindles.
Now breathless and wilted.
Disfigured and shriveled,
they kiss the grass and taste the soil.
Dressed-N-Venom Mar 2016
From dust to dawn
Another lover gone
Heave *** it hurts no more
Lovers in sin
Raveged by the lust within
Beastly vigor
Scortched by the fire
Cast down by desire
Who am I to hire but a replacement for a liar
chloe fleming Oct 2017
YOU LED ALL CAPS KIND OF LIFE
EVERYTHING WAS SET ON FIRE AND YOU WERE JUMPING THROUGH THE HOOPS
YOU NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BURN YOU,
YOU THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY
BUT YOU DANCED WITH THE FIREY LANDSCAPE
AND JUGGLED WITH THE UNCERTAIN FLAME
BUT I WAS TOO WEAK TO EVER FOLLOW IN YOUR SCORTCHED PATH
YOU BURNED EVERYTHING
INCLUDING YOURSELF
TILL ALL YOU WERE WAS EMBER,
LAYING BEFORE THE FEET OF EVERYONE.
EVERYONE, WHO EVER WRONGED YOU
AND EVERYONE WHO BURNED YOU
TILL YOU WERE NOTHING
Samuel malum Feb 2019
who you around;
when there's no more followers
who you around;
when there's no spotlight

when your faith is lost; who'll pray;
when there's no fear of backlash
no invisible eye watching you;
when it ain't convenient

who's around when the sun ain't bright;
when the mood aint right
your disciples show hurt in love;
you just laugh it off

remember the time of nothingness;
dont abuse the love in excess
before you end up some 'digital jesus'
appreciate your "disciple saviours"

when you feel your world submerge before you;
after all's being said and done
and you've done your best to airbrush reality;
to photoshop as much

all fantasies having turned horror stories;
and your volatile illusion's imploded in your face
for laughing off;
your disciples love in hurt

and the sun's scortched and torched what's left of the photo you 'shopped';
when no titled's around; only subjects and disciples
when your helium castles fall and your titled vapourate;
and your inflatteable haven's desolate

recall the boring sermons by your 'subjects';
remember how they kept you grounded and safe
till you felt hate and fell bait;
envisaged and envied the 'sky castles'

when you realize they don't really care if you're happy;
just as long as they think you do
and eventually get off these dopium;
to realize life isn't nickelodeon

needing saving from yourself;
your wreck so big they've blocked the sun
realizing that it was always enough;
having lost your puff

in need of some constant;
Wanting out,
you'll know where to find your 'subjects';
right where you left off



so treat those who stick around through thick and thin with some regard even as they show love despite hurt.
appreciate someone who's stuck out for you today.

by: Samuel malum

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