You hold the key
Cold metal in warm flesh
Come to me
And wind up my heart
That's the only way
To keep it beating
The Mermaids and The Station MasterUnused for decades
Devoid of people, save one
The railroad across the Ocean
Became a gathering place for mermaids
And felt the warmth of the sun upon their skin
As they sat on the floating tracks
They chattered with the dolphins
And frolicked with the seals
The unlikely station was a refuge
And sea witches of all sorts
Only one there as dangerous
Or was he?
The mermaids timidly watched the station master
And he returned their stares
With kindly smiles
A good man
A benevolent man
Despite his troubling lack of a tail
He fascinated them
And upon his death,
The mermaids mourned
The gulls cried
And the whales moaned
And the Sea King himself attended
The funeral procession of the only human the Ocean deemed
Fit of a sea-burial
Fit for a merman
A New PetI brought home a new pet today!
I decided to call him Samuel, after my Grandpa, because that's who he reminded me of!
Usually, Mom really likes it when I bring home a new pet. I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up, and she says that helping strays is a good way to practice, so I'll be a step ahead of the rest of the class when I go to school for it.
But this time, she wasn't excited.
She screamed, and ran away from my new pet the second she saw it.
But he didn't like that.
He followed her all around the house, eventually cornering her in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
"That's not an okay thing to do, Samuel," I sighed to him as I watched him gnaw on her skull a few hours later. "Good pets don't eat their owner's parent's brains."
I guess I can see why Mom was upset.
Maybe bringing home my zombiefied Grandpa wasn't a very good idea.
She wears razors in her hair
And scissors strapped to her hands
Her dress is made of shattered glass
And her shoes are railroad spikes
She died years ago
Yet she's still here to do her duty
She's protect the innocent always!
He covers himself in leather
And bullet casings
He carries a switchblade
And several broken bottles
He died with her
But his duty will not go undone
He'll destroy the weak always!
They are one
Yet they are not
And when they meet in battle
Their world will end
So will ours
The Luxury Will Kill YouThe Luxury Will Kill You
That noose around your neck is awfully pretty
Encrusted in diamonds and pearls
But it seems to be getting tighter
And it never will unfurl
Enjoy life while you can
For it soon will be bereft
At the rate you're going now
You don't have much time left
Living the life of luxury
Isn't all it's cracked up to be
That noose isn't gold and jewels
It's composed of gluttony
Rapunzel, RapunzelDreaming of her rescue
Rapunzel sat in her tower
Day after day
And hour after hour
Her hope washed away
As the days turned to years
Her cheeks every day
Were dampened with tears
And so Rapunzel let down her hair
From her prison finally free
Her lovely corpse hanging
From her hair for all to see
A Most Romantic Poem For My DarlingA Most Romantic Poem For My Darling
I'm not a romantic
Don't ask me to be
But here is a poem
Written by me:
Roses are red
Burnt flesh is black
I hope you die
In a zombie attack
Just DessertsJust Desserts
The hot Jamaican sun beats down on Brittany la Fleur, but she doesn't care in the least.
After all, the sun is essential to developing the tan she so desperately desires. Her mother ended up with the wrinkled skin of a turtle and eventually died from skin cancer, but that doesn't matter to Brittany.
You see, she's an idiot.
She's such an idiot, in fact, that the tuxedo-clad zombie that marches out onto the veranda is just her type.
She whistles at him, but he doesn't respond to her. Apparently her interest in him isn't mutual.
"Hey, you!" she calls, splaying herself out in as tantalizing a position as she can manage.
The zombie still doesn't react to her.
She fluffs up her frayed, bottle-blonde hair and bats her mascara-coated eyelashes at him, but it doesn't make a difference at all. He's still ignoring her.
"Fine then," she says to him, crossing her arms and sinking down into herself. "I didn't want your attention anyway."
She glares at him, barely takin
I Married A ZombieI Married A Zombie
"Tatiana, are you sure this is for the best?"
The younger woman sighs, placing her teacup and saucer down on the elegant coffee table in front of them. "Mother," she says rather crossly, "I know what I'm doing."
"It's just..." Shirley glances to the corner of the room, where her daughter's new husband is chained to the wall. "I have to wonder how suited the two of you are to each other..."
"We're perfectly suited for each other, Mother." Tatiana follows her mother's gaze over to the man moaning in the corner. "Besides, I love Jonathan."
"I'm aware," Shirley responds, her voice tense. "But is he even the man you married anymore?"
"Of course he is!" Tatiana's eyes soften upon her husband's struggling form. "So he looks a bit different; it doesn't change who he is on the inside."
"Darling, his insides are rotting, too," Shirley says, cringing a bit when Jonathan lets loose a particularly loud, guttural moan.
"You worry too much!" An airy laugh slips past
We Told You Not To Do It"Don't do it!"
The school could do nothing as they watched Frank the catfish unwittingly swim into the pet shop owner's net.
It was a normal occurrence for that horrid man to take the catfish away from their siblings, and Frank's dear brothers and sisters were generally used to it.
The wording on the front of the customer's shirt was rather frightening to them, though.
It read, in bright blue letters: Al's Catfish Shack.
Beneath it, the most terrifying words of all: Best fried catfish in town!
From the crying sky
Its solution filled with sorrow
Grief, sadness, remorse, and loss
Now the emotional weather, merely the
Clouds will wipe away such heartbreaking
Feelings, emotions, pain, and darkness
Of this water drop filled to the brink
That's left with no choice
Work of art.Don't wince at my scars, instead use them to find where I am broken, and put your body against the cracks.
Don't let me fall out of myself again, the parts might fit together, but the breaks are never clean.
Sometimes I feel like glass in the middle of a war zone, just the sound of goodbye may destroy me.
I've picked up the pieces before, cut myself with shards of who I was, carefully pasted them together with who I am, hoping no one would notice.
The trouble is the masking tape I used, doesn't seem to mask anymore.
The trouble is I leave tiny bits of myself behind me, just so I can be found.
The trouble is my heart is made of clay and it might just break with one more fall.
Maybe that's the wonder of me, even once i've broken…I can break again.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Letter To CusterCuster, you arrogant moron
Civilized culture does not grow
From the shed blood of whomever
You consider inferior
Nor from the blood of soldiers
You sacrificed for genocide.
How can anyone call you,
An egotistical racist,
A hero worthy of honor,
You who thought the indigenous
Were not quite human enough
To organize a victory?
What honor could there ever be
For a gloryhound such as you?
You might be a perfect icon
For this country's hero worship
And yet I find another word
To be more appropriate...LOSER!
Her KissHer kiss was a beach breeze -
gentle with lingering strands of hair
on his sandy cheeks
(And that love
ran through their fingers
Dear PersonDear Person,
Whenever you're sad,
Don't be alone.
Don't call yourself
When you're sad.
Don't wish that
You didn't have friends.
Don't bottle up
Don't cry alone.
Don't outcast yourself.
The little things do matter.
We're all flaws.
Don't hurt yourself.
We're all mistakes.
Don't judge yourself.
It's okay to hate yourself
To get better.
I love you.
Please read this
When you're sad.
Rest In Peace, My AngelYou told me all your war stories,
And helped me in my life.
You always were there for me,
all through struggle and strive.
You passed away last evening,
My heart’s still burdened down.
You’re watching down upon me,
I know you’re protecting me now.
You wouldn’t want me crying,
But you were taken away too soon.
I’m Glad you’re finally happy,
And when I’m sad I’ll always think of you.
So rest in peace my angel,
Your memory is still alive.
You’ll be with me forever,
Your spirit by my side.
I am but a lonely dreamerLosing my family, my love, my home
a part of me faded
yet faded into the palest bone.
I was like the angel
of the palest stone
searching for the heavens
yet knowing i was alone.
This lonely eve
by lonely dreams
Only me dreaming
of dreams the deepest.
Crying a hundred... no a thousand
Was this the final chapter
or another to the distant near
to be at rock-bottom
is that the path to disappear.
i am but a lonely dreamer
and my heart slips deeper than first appeared.
LifeWhen visions came up my mind
And passion took over my heart
I have decided what I wanted
To live with dreams that I have
Being free from oneself
Opening the eyes of my heart
Not skipping any moment
Seeing things once in my sight
Falling in love
Flying like a dove
Living a meaningful life
No Place Like HomeLooks like I'm back again,
I went around the world wide
And now I'm going to confide
That there is no place like home.
Had some shits, had some giggles,
Had some smiles and some tears
I got young and aged by years;
But there is still no place like home.
I left everyone behind,
I left myself back here too
And I've missed all of you,
Because there is no place like home.
Uncertainty of BetrayalUncertainty of Betrayal
Wandering alone in a world of nothingness, wishing for something to return to you. The dust of your wandering soul forever shattered, echoes the cruelty and teachings of people you thought you could love. Betrayal is a weapon that is used too horribly. The wounds that betrayal leaves behind don’t heal so easily. If you look really carefully you can see that agony it leaves behind within the tears of all it touches. Those tears beg for the pain to end, it wishes to end the torment brought on by the people they loved.
Betrayal’s blade makes learning to trust and love an uphill battle. Like a God that allows for no miracles to occur. Curing betrayal’s disease is nearly and certainly almost impossible. Forgiveness does not cure this, forgiveness does not take away the pain, the hurt, the decades of suffering. Forgiveness simply renounces the resentment of what they did. How can it be that we can forgive and heal anger, but not the pain? How can we
Why must they try?Why must they try?
Seeing them walking as they are one, they are something that they cannot be. Listening to them one by one you can understand why they climb to such immaculate heights. Disregarding their feelings they approach the infinite storm, even knowing they’ll be no savoir for them. They knew right from the beginning that they will fall, so why did they try? What was its purpose? Does falling from a great dept teach a better lesson than if they succeeded? They’re not talented, nor funny, nor happy people, but regardless of what they did or didn’t do they risk their entire beings so recklessly. The goal can be meaningless, cold, and unnoticing. But no matter the odds, they try to make more of what they do not have. What is this purpose, why do you try?
Sitting here in my room with nothing but some tea, I ponder the lives of so many others. Beyond the futile judgments and ideals of mainstream cursed people, I throw away the morals and values of the targeted individuals and I follow my right path. Using the light from the true friends of gold and silver, I achieve my inner harmony. I have seen through the lies of others and I have abandoned them long before they realized it. I rejected the reasoning of a large community, and I will never accept faith in humanity. I ask this with an imploring heart, trust in yourself and the miracles you create with your own hands. Trust in the people who you deem worthy of it and rip away the bonds of the detrimental. Bring out your true love and friendship slowly and steadily, and show it to ones who are valuable to your sweet and unwavering glow. Erect the walls against those who try to harm that light; defend it with everything you have. Break the illusions people have put into your head
The Purgatory of Monotonous ValueThe Purgatory of Monotonous Value
Walking slowly and heavily, I travel to my valley where nothing grows. Here there is nothing, no dogs, no cats, no dinner menus, no children, no hope, no family, no friends; all but a small dilapidated cluster of hovels in the gray unchanging world. I enter my lonesome home and wait until the grasping of night. The one light that keeps me warm is switched off, and I enter into my moist and freezing bed. I believe the children in the other worlds get a good night and some form of gratification before they enter into their soft and loving dreams. I get none, but the feelings of my moldy sheets slowly covering my face to ferry me across towards my motherland.
Opening my eyes, I’m a child again resting on the squishy and sticky ground, surrounded by dead trees, and dim stars. Getting up, I mindlessly rush towards the building that is lightly a flame. I’m greeted by the tall one with a smile that could turn the most courageous into nothing but
Fool BoyFool boy
Stupid son of mine
Sit there and cry
I'll leave you behind
Weak son of mine
You'll never fill my shoes
Arrogant son of mine
You can't challenge me
Pompous son of mine
See how hard the world is
Father of my grandson
Now back to work
Successor to my work
Strong son of mine
Lay me to rest
I succeeded as a man
I failed as a father
Don't make my mistake
Be better than I ever was
Tender ScarsFor him,
broken bones would set
burns would heal
in mere minutes,
cuts would close
in just seconds.
But the lashes she gave him,
the scars she left,
carved out years ago
into his heart,
to this day,
tender to the touch,
can never truly restore.
Let us Say GoodbyeLet us Say Goodbye
I wish to say something, this is to all of you selected ones. To the sad masses I see before these old and strange eyes of mine. I wish to tell you thank you, thank you for allowing me to see the monsters of the world. The rapists, the pedophiles, the thieves, and the betrayers, are only but a few that I could foresee; thank you all so much. But like the double edged sword we both suffer for it.
But please disregard that last statement, as this should be a happy occasion. To each and every one of you; to you who are those rapists, pedophiles, thieves, and betrayers who are bound by the blood of our elders and ancestors. I say goodbye. I wish to say goodbye to you as you are the monsters I see. I cringed as I once called you my family, my friends, my gods, but thank you for showing the path I must now thread. For you can no longer exist within my world. I must take you away in order for my survival, as the damaged is far beyond the ability to heal. I have not done the
Under LondonCan you hear the music playing
Playing under the streets of London
That's where the ghosts hide
Remembering the lives they had
Up on the surface people walk
Hearing the faint music
Wondering where it's from
But they will never find out
For the only way to find the music
Is to find the light in the tunnel
And join the ghosts under the streets of london