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BeautifulTerror
Perhaps we can shed some light and understanding into one another’s lives., ♡
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Describe Death
Whatever you see death as- describe it! You can write in any genre, even nonfiction. You could describe how death (the being) looks or feels or how a dead person looks. Please try to remember to @ me in your comments.
Cover image for post Journey Of My Soul, by OJethwani
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OJethwani

Journey Of My Soul

And once again I find myself back on the same road walking aimlessly with no destination to reach to.  

A highway where there is no existence of light, life, love, laughter and loyalty.  

A highway where is no evidence of pureness, righteousness, spirituality or God.

A highway that reeks of darkness, death, hatred, sadness and betrayal.  

A highway where there is no escaping from but doomed forever. 

A hypnagonic state of mind I cannot seem to free myself from no matter how hard I try.  My cries for help goes unanswered despite both my hands raised begging.

My body aches from battle wounds that never seem to heal. My bare feet bleeds from walking on hell’s road garnished with spikes and broken glass. My bruised hands hurt from shielding the impact of my falls. 

The only sounds and vibrations that continuously keep me company are the shuffling of feet coming from the lucipherous demons who continuously dance around me. 

The sniggering laughter each time I fall from being shoved by one of them.

My one wing luminiferous angel fought hard and died a heroic death.  As I held him in my arms and wept, he begged for my forgiveness for failing in his warrior's oath and duty to protect me.

A slow and lingering death the warrior bearer of light died from as I watched the lucipherous demons greedily feast and suck the energy out of him. 

“Narasoma” they chanted in union as they drank from the nectar of immortality.  Each time the Cup of Life was filled and gulped from, I died a hundred deaths.

Each pain and suffering inflicted on my dying angel shot through my body a thousand times more for our souls were still bound by the spiritual umbilical cord.

Whispers of immortality echoed in the air.  The lucipherous demons watched in glee as my earthly blood was used to sharpen the blade.

The chanting became more and more frenzied as the sword was slowly raised high.

I looked at my dying angel for the last time and asked “Why me? What sins have my soul committed for God to have handed down such a severe sentence? 

He whispered, “You have been loved.”

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jordynn

Wounded Warrior

you are

wounded

still in pain

i can’t

pretend

to understand

a mother’s

touch

a weapon

your greatest

fear

her hand

but emerge

triumphant

as a warrior

and still

strong

enough to stand

#poetry

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ZGWrite

How come

y o u

get to cry?

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Happy Pride Month
Post anything LGBT+ related. Stories, fiction, non-fiction, poems, news, commentaries, etc. Please be respectful.
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1badninja in LGBT

Gay Isn’t Lame

Down and out once again

Wishing someone would take me in

Can't stand these violent cunts

Who strut about calling me crazy

Calling me lazy

Color me relieved as they walk on by

Disappointed I wasn't sad to see you go

Imagining you dying head first in that pile of snow

Keep getting told i'm way too negative

Can't understand what your telling me

How you think you know what's best for me

With those shriveled smiles on their faces

When i'm doing my best just to fake it

Playing at placating the masses

Sounds-like drowning in molasses

I'm sorry your broken too

But that's not my pain

My feet are torn from the path I've blazed

I'm tired of your positivities

If its at my dignity's sake

So make no mistake

Meek doesn't equate to weak

So call me a freak

Gay isn't lame

Make me your shame

So you can hide behind

That blighted smile once more

Let me be that kind of whore

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HandsOfFire in Six Word Story

venomous trap

spiderwebbed gloves

crawling with silky envy

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Share your proudest piece of writing, no matter what it is or when it was written. Was it the first thing that inspired you in writing? Is it so stupid that it brings joy? Is it the culmination of your effort and skills? Regardless of the content, share what you are most proud of creating.
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tooldtocare

The light and the darkness

He steals away into the night. With feline stealth he opens the window of his room and disappears into the shadows. He explores the alley’s and dark corners of the city. He see’s the drug deals go down. He see’s the rendezvous of secret lovers. He watches the powerful indulge in their wicked lusts. None of the ones he spies upon knows of his existence. He is as invisible as the night is dark. He collects the information that can only be collected in the dark because knowledge is power. To see what happens in secret gives him an advantage.

She walks in the light. Out in the open she feels the warmth of the sun on her face. She goes about her business while it is day least she stumble for lack of vision. She is sure of her destiny and all the promise that the future holds. The hope she holds in her heart radiates from within her being and all those it touches are encouraged.

While she is out she notices him. He is wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans. There is something mysterious about him that she can’t quite put her finger on. Something strange that she has never felt before. The weight of the city seems to pour from his soul and she feels empthy for his condition. She feels the need to save him from the darkness that she senses all around him.

While he is out he sees her. She is wearing a golden flowing dress and sandles. He senses the light and hope that radiates from deep within her and it draws him. He wants to reach out and touch it but something is holding him back. The darkness won’t let him near her. To contaminate her with the things he has seen is too much for him to bear. So he passes her by and she recluctantly goes her own way wondering if she will ever see him again.

The light and the darkness never to mix.

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HandsOfFire

The Crown

Twin spirals and smoke

From fire

It can’t really be - lost

When the diamonds

Are sparkling half-past the crown

There - the flower-footed

Hangmen with dangly-little limbs

We’ve got them locked up in the basement

While we’re looking at

Our wins

It’s your backyard salt water

Letting in that greed

It’s not the castle spire

Door-hook or the heavy-faced staff

We’ve got a million secret hideouts

Where you can’t have your

Rats

But they all still come and find me

And I’m sick of setting traps -

When the shiny treasure’s gone

And there’s no one else to find

And the rocky walls are buried

Under piles of uncrossed lies

We can’t even look -

Cause there’s salt still in our eyes

We are less and we are drowning

And the crown has been denied

Cover image for post Do You Want Each View Intravenously Injected?, by Bunny
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Bunny

Do You Want Each View Intravenously Injected?

Fangs of the mastodon-like beast point

down at us with grisly intent...

...Here we are, and if we're not

we're spent...the blood remains...

upon this razors edge of a fence post of fury

coming back to you on multiplying screens

that glimmer and scream as steam rises

a multitude of differing jagged views burst...

Do you want each view injected?...

...just what is the fate you'd choose

the hearse to bring

when you slide along the knife's

white edge?...

...Meet me at the water's crest,

I'll thirstily mist you with some

sanitary bug spray

'til the night owl hoots a screech,

and yanks these golden blankets

off my swollen grave

that aches...

Diving, I fall into your wet thigh...

...it's either you or I, or both that splash,

but either way we collide and lightening

strikes it's mad note...

...c'mon, and take a well earned bite

out of these fragile moments that have

swiftly ignited and bequeathed themselves

before the many dieties that deign to be

decided...

I feel divided, and deformed

under the lights that build and swarm...

©

6/1/19

Bunny Villaire

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JBenjamin

You will never have a perfect appearance, but you can learn to strive to find beauty in what you perceive to be imperfections.

Cover image for post Outgrowths As They Crop, by Bunny
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Bunny

Outgrowths As They Crop

Breeze and breath now intertwined.

Tell me what on which you wish to dine...

Her hair being such a seductive desert

I munch on between sacred grooming

of the foliage, and odd

outgrowths that erupt...

Out here, amongst the broken earth

that calls us...

The void dispels such unmitigated

terms...

Tonight, like it or not, I'm bound

to it,

and in kind,

I follow a certain set of rules...

To freeze and then nonchalantly French the cuticles

as if nothing has or will happened...

Breeze and breath

are a sort of a theft,

to come and to go as they please...

Tonight I seize them by their tired unraveling

bed-clothes,

and meet you naked in the blessedness that has

made itself known.

©

15/31/19

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