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Black Heart a single strand of red
Pulsing at the beat of your heart
Desire in your eyes, Green and Brown spiraling down a black hole
The hope, The despair, The Black and the White
A hurricane of opposites
The abyss stretched onwards the meadows at back
We stand on a thin line
One step away from devastation or salvation
Swaying in the wind you standing tall, rooted firmly on the edge.
Steading against the barrage of voices demanding Vengeance. Justice. Blood.
The voices quieten when you are near the darkness receding the red pulsing.
Insanity to sanity
But for how long?
Its a tale as old as time the light always wins.
And I am the darkest of the dark, you lightest of light.
Never meant to stand together
Fated enemies
Defiance is never in ones favor
How long before the balance shatters?
Before oblivion greets us
Before the winds turn to Gail’s
A tornado uprooting the strongest of roots
The red snuffed out.
The path to redemption is a slippery slope, the enticing darkness against the judgment of the wronged.
Who prevails?
The white, The Dark the scales are tipped
No one wants a monster for a friend.
Never mind the single strand of red.
Pulsing. Beating. Feeling.
Shattered Hearts
Screaming voices
The crack of Whips
Were the Melody I heard
Broken Backs
Rivulets of Bloods
Were the things I felt
The hangman's rope
The rolling heads
Were the things I saw
Burning flesh
Rotting corpses
Were the things I smelt
That was my life
Growing insanity
Feared across the realms
Till a curse scattered it all
You came into my life
Like starlight
People see the monster
Not the the history that made it
They see the facade
Not battered soul beneath
You looked beyond the horizon
Gazed into the depths hell
Unafraid of the caged lion
You offered a hand
Your gentle touch
The hope in your eyes
Your refusal to give up
Brought down the steel walls of my heart
Laughter of the children
Giggling of the young
Is the melody I now hear
The softness of your skin
The brush of you hair
The breeze in the air
Are now the things I feel
The light in your eyes
The smile on the faces
Are now the things I see
The scent of your perfume
The scent of rain
Are now the things I smell
You are my salvation, the balm to my soul
The light that brings the dawn, the shield that guards my heart.
My tether in this world and beyond
Bruises upon bruises
He left me black and blue
A single mistake shattered my dream
The sound of steel still echoes through the darkenss
Empty eyes staring up at the sky, the smoking car, and the stench of wine.
My childhood stolen, slipping away from my fingers like loose sand
A deal made
A bride sold
A man has his rights
And so begin the solemn hours
A decade passed, smiles turning false and brittle
Society moved faster, knowledge behind their eyes
None dared rise against the demon
They trembled under his gaze
As I tremble under his touch
Then you came in like a blazing ball
igniting a spark I long thought extinguished
Hope flickering in the darkness
Your gentle touch a sharp contrast against the harshness
You noticed that everyone had
But you did not turn away as others had
You stood against the demon like a knight
But I am no damsel in distress
From porcelain to ivory to steel
With your silent courage
Your presence in the shadows
I took the knife
Flesh parting as butter
His skin had never felt so sweet
With Gasping breaths, and disbelief
the demon turned to boy
A broken shell, he was no real man
For men don't take they earn
And those who take they fall
You looked at my blood-soaked gown
At the madness dancing in my eye,
At the body still warm
And you smiled
Oh, Monster of my Heart
They tell me you are gone
Yet
I hear you in every creek
I see you in every flickering light
Knees up, back against the wall
I lay wide awake
Oh, Monster of my heart
Why do you haunt me so?
Have you not done enough?
There is only so much a mind can take
Virtual or Reality?
Truth or Lie?
Are you a conjuration of my mind?
A taunting hallucination
A waking nightmare
Oh, Monster of My Heart
Why do you tease me so?
Is it your hand I feel?
Tracing the lines of your masterpiece
My bruised battered body
The cold on my neck
Is it a breeze or you breath?
The voice in shadows is it yours or the Neighbours?
Your scent lingering in the air is it fresh or Stale?
Oh, Monster of my heart
Stop taunting me so
Are you here or not?
Why did you leave me so Alone?
Tw: self harm, ed
Alternate universe
In an alternate universe,
I am 14 and alone in my room,
And my hands haven't harmed myself yet.
In an alternate universe,
My mom isn't emotionally dead,
And my dad isn't the monster yet.
In an alternate universe,
I still have her by my side,
I haven't screwed everything yet.
In an alternate universe,
I don't flinch when I look in the mirror,
There are no scars on my thighs yet.
In an alternate universe,
I still eat like a normal person,
I haven't ruined myself yet.
Tw: self harm, self loathing
A girl lies on her bedroom floor.
She bleeds through her eyes and cries through her veins.
I watch her helplessly and let her fall apart.
Everyday she fights long lost battles and dies gruesome deaths.
Her life is nothing but a grave full of dead hopes.
I watch her and do nothing.
Perhaps because there isn't much left of her to be saved.
She is covered in bruises I don't recognize her anymore.
I watch her with curiosity.
Her eyes dark and cold like the night itself, she reeks of misery.
A home full of ghosts, none of them remotedly as dead as her soul.
I watch her mercilessly.
After all that's what monsters like her deserve.
I say, and I stop watching her.
No part of her deserves to be loved.
I say, and I step away from the mirror.
Dear universe
At 13 I thought that the universe hates me. For it made me tainted and it made me unlovable. Perhaps it was true; or perhaps I was just 13. Now I finally see that there are things that actually love me.
The darkness holds me still and grief kisses my hand. The demons in my head tell me it'll be fine. And hunger kind of always stays along with this unbearable ache. Longing lingers like a lonely child and sinister thoughts eat me up inside. Years of misery and wishing to be dead. Screams of terror and weeps of fate. But dear universe I wont complain. For dear universe I still am loved.
You were scared to ruin me
I assured you that you wouldn't
The unsaid truth was this:
I was already ruined
Long before I met you
Long before I knew how to love
And even before you became my home
.
But you left and it felt like death
Everyone said I'd get used to it
The cruel desire was this:
I don't want to get used to you
I don't want time to heal me
I always want you to be
An unbearable ache that kills me
.
My mind is being held hostage by you
And even in grief you feel like home
The maddening question is this:
Will you love the monster in me?
Will you love me at the end of the world?
Will you simply just love me?
Edgar Allan Poe: Unraveling the Mastermind who Revolutionized Horror Shaina Tranquilino October 28, 2023
When it comes to horror literature, there is one name that stands out above all others – Edgar Allan Poe. Born in 1809, this enigmatic American author left an indelible mark on the world of literature with his dark and mysterious tales. With his unparalleled ability to delve into the depths of human psyche, Poe's work has forever transformed the genre of horror, inspiring countless authors and filmmakers over the years.
Poe's Unique Style:
Edgar Allan Poe was a master of creating an eerie atmosphere through vivid descriptions and chilling narratives. His stories were often characterized by themes of death, madness, and the macabre, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. Unlike other writers of his time, Poe refused to shy away from exploring the darker aspects of human nature.
The Birth of Detective Fiction:
Apart from his contributions to horror fiction, Poe is also hailed as the pioneer of detective fiction. In fact, his character C. Auguste Dupin was a precursor to famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot. Stories such as "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" and "The Purloined Letter" showcased Poe's keen analytical mind and introduced readers to deductive reasoning long before it became popular.
Psychological Depth:
One aspect that sets Poe apart from other authors is his exploration of psychological depth. He delves into the darkest corners of human consciousness and exposes our deepest fears and desires. This penetrating analysis resonates with readers even today, making his works timeless classics.
"The Tell-Tale Heart," for example, showcases how guilt can drive a person insane. The narrator's obsession with a single eye reveals not only their own deteriorating mental state but also serves as a metaphor for humanity's hidden sins lurking beneath the surface.
Legacy in Poetry:
While primarily known for his short stories, Poe's impact on poetry is equally significant. His haunting and melancholic verses have become celebrated works in their own right. Poems such as "The Raven," "Annabel Lee," and "The Bells" continue to captivate readers with their lyrical beauty, evocative imagery, and exploration of themes like love, loss, and the inevitability of death.
Influence on Contemporary Horror:
Edgar Allan Poe's influence on contemporary horror cannot be overstated. Countless authors, filmmakers, and artists draw inspiration from his unique style and themes even today. The dark atmospheres, psychological depth, and twists that have since become synonymous with the genre owe a great debt to this literary pioneer.
Poe's Legacy Continues:
Despite facing personal tragedies throughout his life and enduring financial struggles, Edgar Allan Poe left an indelible mark on literature. His work continues to resonate with audiences worldwide, captivating us with its eerie charm and immersive storytelling.
Edgar Allan Poe forever changed the world of horror through his masterful writings. His ability to explore the depths of human fear and obsession has influenced countless authors who followed in his footsteps. From his chilling tales of suspense to his introspective poetry, Poe remains an icon whose legacy will continue to haunt our collective imagination for generations to come.