you are the hollow ache in my bones
the caustic taste on the tip of my tongue
the stifling terror in the middle of the night.
you are the shadow in the corner of my vision
the sudden breath on the back of my neck
the voice that echoes in my ears when i'm alone.
you are the bitter edge to my words
the cruel intentions behind my actions
the smile that hides the anger.
you are the ghost that i'll never quite escape.
i didn't know
the meaning of being cold
until i
picked up the phone and
listened to the empty silence on the other end,
slowly realising that i
was never going to hear your voice again.
the clock was never your friend by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
the clock was never your friend
5:30 AM;
shaky footsteps,
wandering through the
charred skeleton of what was,
once upon a time,
a safe haven.
(once upon a time,
in a land far away.)
5:40 AM;
curled up under a thin blanket,
facing the back of a couch
while ghosts breathe and whisper,
taunting.
(but if i can't see you,
you can't see me.)
5:50 AM;
I'm finally asleep and
Lucifer comes to say goodnight,
wearing your face
and speaking with your voice.
(maybe this will be more to your tastes?)
6:00 AM;
i don't know how to believe in god anymore.
you don't even look me in the eyes anymore by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
you don't even look me in the eyes anymore
a tempest.
of thoughts,
and words,
and imagined actions -
hate and anger and frustration,
exhaustion and tears and desperation.
poison bubbling out from
between cracked,
lying,
tired lips.
a collapse.
cities crumble;
the sky falls,
and demons crawl
from the shadows,
their shrieks piercing;
unearthly.
slowly, the careful veil
of normalcy and
happiness
deteriorates.
a pause.
the dust settles
on the rubble;
the sky lays in pieces
bright blue turned dusty,
gaping nothingness
where it should be.
the demons
slink back into the shadows;
their work done.
a final shriek
pierces the air;
a funeral song.
and then,
it's what you're for, after all by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
it's what you're for, after all
"I'm a bad
influence,"
you tell me in the
silence,
utterly guiltless
as teeth graze against
damaged
porcelain.
"I don't care,"
is the whispered
response,
as I reach up -
half-lidded,
smirking -
to do the same.
so ironic it almost hurts by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
so ironic it almost hurts
I always promised myself
I'd never be one of those
disgusting,
lovestruck fools
contributing to the
abundance of
annoyingly catchy love songs
and bad poetry.
and yet here I am.
I've never been happier
sitting across from you
holding hands under the table and
pointedly ignoring the way
the waitresses glare.
I've never been giddier
watching you sink further into your seat
while I hide under the table,
away from my grandpa.
and it's times like that -
laughing nervously,
breathlessly -
that I wonder how a creature
as perfect as you
saw anything worthwhile
in someone like me.
home is where the heart is by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
home is where the heart is
oddly enough,
I've never felt more at home
than on a concrete floor
little rocks digging
into my weak knees
as I trace patterns
into your skin.
oddly enough,
i've never felt more at home
being held by you
on a thin blue blanket
underneath an inverted cross
and a 666
that I'll be sorry to leave behind
in a few months' time.
you are the hollow ache in my bones
the caustic taste on the tip of my tongue
the stifling terror in the middle of the night.
you are the shadow in the corner of my vision
the sudden breath on the back of my neck
the voice that echoes in my ears when i'm alone.
you are the bitter edge to my words
the cruel intentions behind my actions
the smile that hides the anger.
you are the ghost that i'll never quite escape.
i didn't know
the meaning of being cold
until i
picked up the phone and
listened to the empty silence on the other end,
slowly realising that i
was never going to hear your voice again.
the clock was never your friend by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
the clock was never your friend
5:30 AM;
shaky footsteps,
wandering through the
charred skeleton of what was,
once upon a time,
a safe haven.
(once upon a time,
in a land far away.)
5:40 AM;
curled up under a thin blanket,
facing the back of a couch
while ghosts breathe and whisper,
taunting.
(but if i can't see you,
you can't see me.)
5:50 AM;
I'm finally asleep and
Lucifer comes to say goodnight,
wearing your face
and speaking with your voice.
(maybe this will be more to your tastes?)
6:00 AM;
i don't know how to believe in god anymore.
you don't even look me in the eyes anymore by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
you don't even look me in the eyes anymore
a tempest.
of thoughts,
and words,
and imagined actions -
hate and anger and frustration,
exhaustion and tears and desperation.
poison bubbling out from
between cracked,
lying,
tired lips.
a collapse.
cities crumble;
the sky falls,
and demons crawl
from the shadows,
their shrieks piercing;
unearthly.
slowly, the careful veil
of normalcy and
happiness
deteriorates.
a pause.
the dust settles
on the rubble;
the sky lays in pieces
bright blue turned dusty,
gaping nothingness
where it should be.
the demons
slink back into the shadows;
their work done.
a final shriek
pierces the air;
a funeral song.
and then,
it's what you're for, after all by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
it's what you're for, after all
"I'm a bad
influence,"
you tell me in the
silence,
utterly guiltless
as teeth graze against
damaged
porcelain.
"I don't care,"
is the whispered
response,
as I reach up -
half-lidded,
smirking -
to do the same.
so ironic it almost hurts by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
so ironic it almost hurts
I always promised myself
I'd never be one of those
disgusting,
lovestruck fools
contributing to the
abundance of
annoyingly catchy love songs
and bad poetry.
and yet here I am.
I've never been happier
sitting across from you
holding hands under the table and
pointedly ignoring the way
the waitresses glare.
I've never been giddier
watching you sink further into your seat
while I hide under the table,
away from my grandpa.
and it's times like that -
laughing nervously,
breathlessly -
that I wonder how a creature
as perfect as you
saw anything worthwhile
in someone like me.
home is where the heart is by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
home is where the heart is
oddly enough,
I've never felt more at home
than on a concrete floor
little rocks digging
into my weak knees
as I trace patterns
into your skin.
oddly enough,
i've never felt more at home
being held by you
on a thin blue blanket
underneath an inverted cross
and a 666
that I'll be sorry to leave behind
in a few months' time.
she awaits the passing of seasons—for the debris
to heap up on the horizon of her frame: a chrysalis
constructed from decaying time. she will be reborn.
you know when the person you love and
you decide to break up, and you both say
to each other, you both agree that you
will be friends. and you think it, for a day
a week even, and he is still texting you and
you are still texting him, laughing like you
would do when you were one. and then you
meet his girlfriend at the mall, some butter
blonde bitch whose decolletage busts out
in peach ovals and she can't even tell you
how many guys she's fucked or let alone loved and
your boyfriend, or your lover who no longer is
yours is smiling like he has what he has always
wanted, all that is not you, and you become
bitter and backbitten and say someth
out of all the bitches you've chosen
to put in your yard, i'm the one
you should have left at the pound;
here, on the hardwood
you wither from your wounds
that mimic the width of my mouth
there is something about being left
outside while others dine on
the meat of your rafters
that distills stability;
watching from the back window
i froth with greed at my lips,
and you, now pitted with
my marks,
will too.
i’m drowning on the pavement
and all the voices are repeating over and over and over again
words i can’t make out
i wanted to be something beautiful
but my cells can only perform mechanical operations
no stars supernovas oceans exist in me
and the moon is like a hard knot in the sky
bleeding ichor on his other side
the sun flashes hot cancerous light blinding
and i am blind nonexistent in the daylight
invisible refracting the world around me
repeating over and over and over again
hard drum beats and tangled roots that reach out
rhythmic dying in the cold winter sun
god
oh god, i wanted to believe in something
home is where the heart is by bedtimezombies, literature
Literature
home is where the heart is
oddly enough,
I've never felt more at home
than on a concrete floor
little rocks digging
into my weak knees
as I trace patterns
into your skin.
oddly enough,
i've never felt more at home
being held by you
on a thin blue blanket
underneath an inverted cross
and a 666
that I'll be sorry to leave behind
in a few months' time.
I’m just a stupid kid from Australia that writes stories (Y’know, when I’m not taking my kangaroo for walks or wrestling crocodiles in my backyard). I like to whine about stuff and I swear a lot. I secretly hate everyone, and I have a habit of referring to myself as the dark lord satan. I expect virgin sacrifices weekly.
My life goal is to live on the internet. Or become an author.
girlfriend: you'd better hope none of the guys at uni find me attractive
me: they probably will. sigh. i'll just have to kill them all
girlfriend: friend x suggested kidnapping me
me: or i could permanently disfigure you to ward off potential suitors, lock you in my basement, stroke your hair and whisper "my precious"
me: too bad i don't have a basement
girlfriend: ...
friend x: I HAVE A BASEMENT
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Me: When in the hell would you ever wear these, and with what?
Mum:i think they come with a whip and chains
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