A hand pushing up, From inside my own body, Breaking the surface.
By Liam Storm4 months ago in Poets
Icy skin crawling. An uncomfortable feeling. I am not alone.
The Gate of Hellfire A gate of flame, stands sharp and wide. Its hinges scream, its doors are red. The smoke escapes, the ground is charred.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Monkey in Red She walks the path, her heels click sharp. A bag of fire, swings from her arm. Her eyes are stern, her mouth is thin.
Terrifying wounds, Scratches gouged deep in skin, from Invisible claws.
A scratch getting close, The mauled claw grips a small wrist, Tearing into skin.
The shadows lengthened, The jaws of death drew closer, The hunt had begun.
The Murderous Thought It creeps in dark, it bends the mind. It waits for night, it waits for still. It whispers low, it stirs the blood.
The Lantern of Hollow Flame A lantern swings, in empty hands. Its flame is thin, yet never dies. It casts no warmth, it gives no light.
Hello to Autumn The leaf steps out, his boots are strong. The path is red, the trees are gold. He lifts a cup, the steam drifts high.
It's quite simple, really. Something that trickles is the best soundtrack, Whether water or music is subjective. A space - room, building, chair -
By Isabella Nesheiwat4 months ago in Poets
The Stair to Heaven The stair is white, it climbs the air. It bends through clouds, it hums with fire. Each step is carved, with names of stone.
