Posts Tagged ‘monsters’

I’m a ghost,
But not of an afterlife,
I’m not dead,
Just not entirely here,
A hollow spirit,
I gave myself out too much,
Charity for too many hearts,
There was no blood left for me,

Each call for help,
Became a funeral invitation for me,
Burying more of myself,
I lost my form,
I wasn’t enough,
No more flesh,
Wasn’t enough to give,
It hollowed me out,

So now I float about an old house,
I wail in the twilight,
Gasping stridor in the black,
But I’m not here to startle,
Just to wallow in my own eulogy,
Ectoplasmic gibberish,
Among guttering candles,
And black cats,

Not enough,
Not,
Enough.

Among the great northern forests,
A being of folklore prowls,
All claws and antlers,
An emaciated spirit of famine,
Leathery skin strewn taut over elongated bones,
The very image of a corpse animated,
The pines whisper its name,
Wendigo,

Once a man,
During a cruel winter,
Driven mad by hunger,
Contorted into an abomination,
His mate and cubs became fodder,
But even such a massacre was not enough,
More meat,
Find more meat,

So many have fallen prey to its appetite,
And you may be next,
Sniff the air,
If you smell rot and decay,
You ought to flee posthaste,
The fallen leaves herald its coming,
More meat,
Never enough meat.

When my mind wanders,
Satchel in hand,
Along that silk road,
Passed borders and ideologies,
To those far eastern lands,
I cry tears of cracked sapphire,

My pleas may be silent,
But they are well-meaning,
Please reconsider,
Why not be a peoples republic,
For the actual people?
A land of plenty,

Such an elaborate and beautiful culture,
A land of swirling dragons,
A survivor of eras,
You should share your ways,
But not through a lense of conquest,
Join the party,

Is building a world,
With smog and meat wagons,
Wet markets and pointed heels,
With tear gas,
And censorship,
The only way for you?

Do you hate us so much?
Is control that important?
Are the parades of pride or of intimidation?
That great wall of yours,
Is it emotional as well physical?
Is it a bulwark against humanuity?

You’ve survived tyranny,
The burning rays of a rising sun,
And the hordes of mongolic composite bows,
You can be better,
A guardian spirit,
A watchful red dragon,

Please reconsider,
You can be better.

I hesitantly watch through my grimy window,
I spectate the mad streets below,
They are bloodcurdling places,
There be monsters,
There be humans,

I was once full of naive optimism,
I have the claw marks to show it,
Scars that were once sweet nothings,
Let down far too many times,
Now I find myself disliking you all,

I don’t like your looks,
Grey and black conformity,
Societal cannibalism,
Anthills of suits,
Fake eyelashes and manbuns,

I don’t like your sounds,
Hollering and ranting at one another,
Rudeness grates on my brain,
The diamonds among you,
Do not improve the haul of coal,

I may be repulsive,
Built on contempt,
But you are you,
Human unkind,
Human lose the race,

Why are you like this?
Why does your kind only destroy?
Are you truly mere monsters?
Manticores and medusae,
Or are my eyes blinded by isolation?

There was an eclipse last night,
The atmosphere grew heavy,
I scanned it with bloodshot eyes,
And I grew fearful,
To witness such beauty being obscured,
By a shadow of such an evil thing,

Witching hour…

As the lunar goddess was enshrouded,
The voices began their furor,
Rageful claws bore down,
Driven insane by the night air,
Be they spectre or succubi?
I was not privy,

New dawn…

I awaken sore and beaten,
Crimson scratches down my back,
A bruise or four,
I leave the abode into daylight,
The sun has taken the sky,
And I grow fearful.

I am aqua,
But not the oasis you envision,
Not a forward flowing river,
I am stagnant,
I’ve not swelled in decades,

I’m an environmental hazard,
Wretched liquid in a pit,
The flow goes nowhere,
Mold is my only ally,
In this hopeless broth,

Drop stones and I only groan,
As if revelling in the painful ripples,
Sharing tales of dreams,
With the skulls and scum floating about,
Mosquitoes come for autographes,

Misery is the prime bacteria here,
It would take a herculean effort,
To get this water flowing once again,
This swill shall grow no lotuses,
No futures.

Hello there inmates!

It’s been a little while since I’ve done one of these posts hasn’t it? Here’s hoping that you’re all having a terrifically great day today and that your week is going just as well! It’s been much the same here at the asylum this previous week, unusually consistent you know? The same cannot be said for the weather though i’ll admit, it’s been very up and down here in the UK. Though, on the plus side, it’s remained reasonably warm. It just can’t make it’s mind up whether to tip it down or give us sunburns.

So, I decided to create a reminiscence post this week instead of a writing music post. It’s the 1st of July (already!) and this last year or so has seen some enormous changes for me, both in my personal life and in my writing. Every now and then, I like to look back at my older works and share them. I’ve previously created four of these posts in the past and I find it oddly therapeutic to look back and just think about how I felt when I wrote those pieces. It also gives older pieces some attention that they don’t seem to recieve so much anymore.

Links included as always, so here we go!

The world is an asylum – A twisted look at our world.
The Family Spider – Not all was well within the family once upon a time.
The Hymn Of The Inmates – A call to arms of the bizarre and eccentric!
Apostate – A short shot at religion.
Kabuto – An uplifting poem about the spirit of a warrior.
Monument of Gore – Part 4 of my “killer” poems.
The Bystander – What happens when someone stands by as evil is committed?
Train Of Thought – A fearful look at the thought process.
The Valkyrie – A final farewell to a friend.
Necronomicon – Lovecraft. What more needs to be said?

So there we go! Some of the works i’ve unleashed on the world both recently and quite far in the past. Each poem is important to me, so I like to share as much as possible. Please give these a gander friends, it would mean a lot to me.

As I mentioned earlier, i’ve created similar lists to this in the past. I thought I may as well include links to those as well. Haha!

Reminiscing On Previous Madness
Reminiscing On Previous Madness: A Second Maddening
Reminiscing On Previous Madness: A Third Dose of Lunacy
Reminiscing On Previous Madness: The Fourth Delusion

Oh and I know I seem to say this a lot, but if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page! Thanks as always! It’ll be back to writing music posts next week, I promise.

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

I seem to have become lost,
In some kind of alien junkyard,
A menagerie of past industries,
Oxidation permeates this place,
Many dreams died here,

I find a pocketwatch,
It tells no time,
Every digit is thirteen,

I come across an automobile engine,
But it no longer combusts,
It only breathes vacuous rot and decay,

I find a thermometer,
But it remains cold,
The mercury has fled,

I pick up a toy soldier,
No longer among the honour guard,
His legs were eaten by a foe of rust,

I spy an old mirror,
It displays no human form,
The cracks generate glass monsters,

I may be very lost,
But i’m quite alright,
I’ll be fine,
My dreams are dead,
I too shall rust away.

Life is a rusty pier,
Ruined by the eons,
With a meat grinder at the end,
A slaughterhouse on the river styx,
Bladed rollers slavering for gore,
Put there by a deific butcher,
The railings are strewn with warnings,
Attempting to mitigate our doom,
Yet they seem to be in languages,
Unknown to us,
Tongues of hope and diligence,

The wave below mock us,
Hissing jeers,
And throwing insults of mist,
The sea knows all as they say,
We’re given birth at the beginning,
In blood and pain,
Tagged with an expiration date,
Only to traverse this pier,
Towards further agony,
Further despair,
Meat for the industrial hunger,

More meat,
And more,
Ad infinitum.

There shall be a day,
When the sun perishes,
Even gods can die after all,
Apollo and Ra and Amaterasu,
All things come to an end,

Earth shall be awash,
With cleansing fire,
A supernova song,
A death rattle of a star,
A galactic graveyard chime,

Everything and everyone you know,
Shall be burned away,
Ash is the only future,
Hiroshima shadows,
No escape,

There is no malice in this apocalypse,
It’s just a funeral pyre,
An indifferent obliteration,
A simple natural metamorphosis,
Of light to dark.