Puzzle Pieces

Smeared

A path of shattered hopes and dreams I walk upon, led by all that is unknown.

A kingdom set aflame by the fires of its own inner turmoil, the walls cracked the foundations shattered, the birds wail as they fly overhead stained by the fountains of gushing wine.

Smoke rises from the blazing kingdom into the charcoal smeared sky desolate of all mirth, hues of crimson linger upon the air watched by countless eyes.

Bodies draped in obscure shadows lay silently in the iron enriched soil, deprived of joy they withered, poisoned from hope they faded, until all that remained was a hollow shell of what once was.

Puddles of blood decorate my path as stepping stones, with every footstep taken a faint splash echoes. As I move forward streams of red paint intricate designs upon my skin, pale threads hang from my face as the poorly stitched segments begin to dissolve.

I stand before the heart of the kingdom; uncountable memories are engraved into its numerous walls, they crumble before me with every passing breath. It is beginning to rain, the fires cease from burning and the echoes begin to fade, as the corpses sink into the crimson soaked soil and all memories are consumed by obscurity. The mask upon my face is washing away, as my tears drip into oblivion.

3-21-06

Inferno

Malice courses through my veins charring my innards to a smear of charcoal, every droplet of blood within my very being burns with wrath. You have not tasted of the pain and morbid grief which plagues me, which has devoured me to this hollow corpse which stands before you.

Discourse drips from me as sweat, falling from my pale exterior to the obscure shadows which lay below.

My skin devoured by the relentless worms which strip me bare of my flesh; in flames of inner turmoil my blood is burned to ash.

You will all drink of the cup which drowned me in waters of icy despair; you will all burn in the flames of desire which consumed me.

Denied of friendship I will drown you in your tears, denied of respect I will burry you in your fears, denied of love I will forever strangle you till you fade to a shade of drear.

3-27-06

Quietus

Streams of crimson flow from you as the ground upon which you stagger is stained red.

Sweat drips from your pale face falling to the twitching shadows below cast by your own flesh, as you kneel in a puddle of wine. Your face is like warm clay within my hands, pieces are mashed here and there as I mesh the soft putty. Myriads of green and blue with hues of crimson and charcoal taint my fingers as I paint you; you twitch with every smear, and whimper with every smudge.

Motionless, quiet, all I can hear is the echoing splash of rain drop after rain drop as they fall to the wet soil underfoot. Splashes muffled as they are absorbed into the soft earth, clouds of gray stand overhead as tears drip from the sky to the obscure shadow below. As all fades to a whisper, so cease to move the pale lips from which my name is called.

3-28-06

Thats the end of puzzle pieces! I hope everyone who read these enjoyed doing so ^_^

I will beging posting a new series of writtings soon though, but for now away I go!

hi i'm new i am babe_89 and i have a poem for yous all. i hope you like it.

10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU
i love the way you love me
i love the way you care
i love the way you look at me
i love the way you stare
i love the way you talk
i love the way you sound
i love the way you walk
i love the way you look
i love the way you kiss my lips
i love the way you kiss
because i love you for you and noone else

i hope yous like it

Who reads these?

Who are you?

😐 Jessie7 all i can say is WOW, all of the poemes are so awesome, i love them. i wish i could write as good as you do. that is awesome. you know ur a good writer when ur peoms bring some one to tears. i can't wait to read more. keep the words a comin' 😄 ✅

Thank you, do you have a thread/topic? I would like to read some of yours ^_^

i'm not very good at writing poetry, i've written a few, but i've never posted them 🙂

Twilight

White streams drip from fluorescent roses as they idly respite in fields of viridian, indigo skies accompany the golden horizon upon the winds of foretoken as they fade to twilight.

Stars of luminosity and of fading soot both trickle as one, intertwined in the celestial sphere, as all who gaze upon them twinkle with time as they grow dim to neglect.

Consciousness melded with recapture radiates to a strayed rectitude, the character conscious of the story as each step is written before its’ very thoughts; all hope warped as it ought to be.

absolutely wonderful 😄

Gleaning

Ash rained from the sky as streaks of blood ran to and fro, as the melodic symphony of swords and shields clashed in harmonious beat with one another, a chorus of shouts and screams sublimely sailed across the air afloat upon the countless helms of smeared crimson, as all comes to placidity all that is left is the mellow wake upon which wine and charcoal sail hand in hand down the tranquil stream of reminiscence into the fabricated memory of Sir Brutus.

Originally posted by Jesse7
[B]A Kitten's Cup of Tea

Blood and darkness is your cup of tea, with not one but two lumps of soil to captivate thee.

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Rather excellent those lines. I almost choked.

Some good ideas in some of them though.

Thank you, you liked Kitten's cup of tea? 😄

I found those lines impossibly hilarious.

I do like some of your ideas, though your writing is more prose style I'd say. Not that that is a criticism.

Yes it is more prose like, I am glad that you liked some of them though, or found some interesting.

From which sources are you influenced?

o hmm, well not by any notable human writters if that is what you mean.

Clouds

Tears of ash rain aloft the bleak countenances which lament below, clouds of cynicism smear the firmament as they drift ever so morose; droplets of soot trickle from the murk stained skies falling to the shades of opacity underneath.

Morbid mannequins curtsey with every passing breeze, placidly suspended from the barren fingers of their ligneous puppeteer; interminably rooted within the decayed soil which lingers underfoot.

Golden leaves stoically rest upon the speckled soil, till they are whisked away by the autumnal winds into eternal decay.