Forum: Poetry

No comments here... Drip. Drip. Drip. Ripples disturb the flawless layer of water-skin Blood falling like rain The rivers run red as the oceans turn crimson The sickly sweet stench of iron hangs in the air like a haze The doldrums beat the dead soundlessly A wing of darkness floods the...

Here's a poem inspired by a Nordic legend... Brothers of Moon & Sun Entities of cosmic greatness lie motionless in the sky Of great importance were they, and such they knew Deserts were born, for the sun was too close to the land A forest in eternal night, where the moon relaxed None...

Inspired from reading H.P Lovecraft's writings. From childhood's hour, I have heard the voices Beckoning from the old crypts, and the black ocean Even twisting nightmares go on But all I seem is but a madman! Evidence I see is but gibberish to the rest Arms tied behind my back strait

I've never felt the keen sting of death As briskly as when I am lost in thought, In the darkest corners of my experience Where concepts and feelings are bought I wander in an almost conscious world In a state of inhumanly cryptic disrepair, As the fear of the unknown weighs down ...

Do you have expectations, do you have dreams? Is the mundane all that it seems? Do you seek awareness, do you seek yourself? Is the answer in a book on your shelf? Do you know how it starts, will you like the end? Is the subconscious void, doth hyperspace send? Did you unlock the...

Sew the curtains every night Wage a war against the light That hunts us like a hound out on the moors Fireworks in rising flight That never burst in human sight Ravaged veterans of unspoken wars Hate the people in the street Spit in the face of those you meet Keep your ego hot and stoked...

Some nights I’m all alone here I never think at all Other nights I’m haunted By the patterns on the wall Written by a child I once knew very well I followed them to here But why is this now hell? Some nights I hit the pavement

It is a bitter truth That the fires of youth Must burn out to The wisdom of truth And of this course An irony enforced That such a notion- Reality can not endorse.

All Works herein by and copyrighted ©1999-2013 by M. Benjamin Vaughn I Abernethy, Esq. “I Am In Love With Crystal Gayle” -I long to hear her Voice, And then I will rejoice, Her Song is a beautiful Noise, I am in love with Crystal Gayle. -Just to hear her Name,

“I Wonder As I Wander, As I Wander As I Wonder” ©2013 by M. Benjamin Vaughn I Abernethy, Esq. -I wonder as I wander, Below unseen things above, I wander as I wonder, Hating all that I once loved. I wonder as I wander, With a loaded Gun. I wander as I wonder,

“An Interesting Weather Report” ©2012 by M. Benjamin Vaughn I Abernethy, Esq. -I want to see the blazing Flames of Black! I want to ride my Horse again! I want to see it snow, Sulphur Snow. I want to see the Sulphur Snow and see the Snow billow. Do you want to see the Snow? And see the...

Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain All sense of freedom is gone It's the same game as survival Smoke rising from beyond the horizon Men and women....dropping like flies Infected. Rounded into cages and prodded like cattle There is nowhere to run now

Now your Nightmare come to life So sedated as they medicate you, slowly making you go insane Subjugated until you break....break Only a slave until the end of time Desiccated and brainwashed for the Madness Because you had such an easy soul to steal Drenched in sin Dancing with your...

(It has been quite a while since I last posted a poem on here, so right now I'm probably the rustiest person when it comes to writing. Here goes...) Devil With A Halo I’m singing the sad song Was I wrong? Or is hope an illusion? Halos at sunrise Talons at sunset

Awoken by the erudite scent Of brew which has been borne- From the heart of timelessness, And ways which have surely torn In the frame of formless banners Tied to posts in apocryphal tides In the darkest of human hearts I have sought the truth in lies

Knock knock. Knock knock. Knock. You're sitting there. There's only you, and your room. There's nothing else. There's nothing to destroy, nothing to build from,

Sob cry my feelings Imma make potentially Harmful sexual Accusations about A girl and a man Because I’m a whiny little Boo hoo no one likes Me or my posts So I’m going to exaggerate

It's a wondrous quandary Quilted in the cold- And furnished in the furnace, From times new and old Inked well by moonlight Marked with silver song, The waters of infinity At the fault of right and wrong

Be wary the blue Destroyer of worlds ascends The Oncoming Storm

When I close my eyes and think of you My body gets warmer, as I can feel your warmth too. When I close my eyes and think of you I can taste all the delectable food that we accrue, and wonder how I got so lucky, thanks for being my boo!

Years go by at the speed of never ending pain You can take the fame; I'll keep my sanity Deserters we've been called. In the end It doesn't even matter The petals of my rose opened only for you The storm of our love only battered the budding life of mine Only to have the razor edges of your...

I felt you deep inside me, A child forged in sin. And though I'll love you madly, I could not let you live. I'm sorry that I killed you, The truth I'll never show. The evil act - I had to. I'll never see you grow.

Her arms flow fluidly, like the tide, reaching out, and then enfolding, embracing, A delicate frame, shoulders set, but hips undulating to the rhythm in her bones, Her legs point to the starless sky, and then fall to the carpeted floor, her foot tracing a small circle onto the stage...

A profound reality Relinquished by banality, Caught in spider's silk The web of humanity Mingling in mindfulness Lost in pauper's sleep The pleading of the lost The mercy of the weak

Alone Alone and tired I search This thing called existence Trying to find a place Any place where I can belong Alone even when surrounded I fight to find myself Hidden behind dark forbidding walls Like a child afraid of the light

A dance of the lost, The furtive and the lame; Which highlights hidden costs Within the limelight of fame Which cries of young antiquity In the most abstract of inquiry, How could someone so singular- Run the vastness of society

They don’t notice, Forging steadily ahead. The arms that seek them Straining against time and space, Craving sweet embrace. Pearlescent arms reaching Trying so hard to grasp, to touch But they don’t notice. Crystalline bodies fall right through Dreams, hopes, desires all forgotten.

I'd like to gladly say that OminousCloud has officially confirmed that I'll be able to host a 2nd version/season of my original poetry contest held a couple months back! It will hold MANY revamps and now will be allowing private confessionals as seen in many reality shows. More details soon and cya...