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relentless

 her
eyes 
were no
longer gentle.
they were hungry,
so very hungry that he
knew she could devour him
whole. and with each kiss, they
gleamed a little brighter- he swore
that a golden light began to shine
from their swampy depths. she
was ravenous, but not for
mere flesh – no, she
wanted to have
his soul. and
he let
her


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System Error

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Hidden agendas – smoke screens and lies

Broaden your wars, chant freedom (watch as it dies).

Legislate away our rights and we’ll gratefully take scraps

Propagate fear, whilst we squabble over bric-a-brac.

 

Real issues are hurriedly pushed to one side

Whilst our big brother state grows even more wide-eyed.

The words of ‘YOUR’ media get stuck in my throat

We’ve become bitches – over which you reside and gloat.

 

Your political debate- an ever growing soap

how many episodes will you write to blind our hope?

A system overridden with secrets (apparently for our own good)

what hocus-pocus are you selling? What happened to all you stood?

 

Freedom is our choice, we are free to choose,

but what good is choice if we are lined up to lose?

Austerity you chirp- tell me who benefits from that?

Your obscure fairytale squashes the penniless flat.

 

Ulterior motives – con-men in disguise

Tell us what to think and what our freedom buys…

A democracy? The vote of a four year sham

To repress the public voice of anyone who gives a damn.

 

Do we really get a say in anything that matters?

The ‘war on terror’, fracking, the NHS in tatters

A loaded profession where the biggest lies win.

We need a better system this one’s wearing thin…

 

–

 

Copyright notice © yikici, Richard Withey, Sienna Williamson 2015-infinity. All rights reserved

 

A Collaboration (this has been published on Opuss too).

 

*Image sourced through: Cult of the Dead Fish– link to the direct image can be seen here.

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Heavens’ Words or Hells?

A Poet's Journey

Speech is free,
I will it to be true,
but it is not…

You see,
society has rules,
some abide by it,
some abuse…

Why?

There’s topics galore
but do take care not to bore
for some are off limits
and you really must be with it
because if you open up the tin
you commit a ghastly sin
it matters not that you are pure
that topic you must ignore
because the freedom of speech
changes at every spin of the wheel
you can be a sinner or a saint
be in heaven or at hells gate
should you choose to open your vocal cords
watch which door favours the lords
for you always have to sit
between the angels and the pit
and be careful of your words
they bring lava to others’ joy
it matters not which side of the coin
or which bench you are sitting

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I don’t know how to leave you
And I don’t know how to stay
I can’t come any closer
Yet you won’t push me away

The words are always flying
But they’re never the right ones
I let out the wrong feelings
Cause it seems better than none

I’m just a piece of paper
With a scribble for a heart
Locked in walls of folded lines
You’ll never tear apart

Your lips, though, fray the edges
And my ink is running red
Is it blood or is it lipstick?
Please just get out of my head

© Victoria Morrison 2013-2014

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Looking back…

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Remember when…
we made tents from quilts
when life was devoid
of reason and guilt
We lived for the moment
without any plans
uncomplicated; time slipped
through our hands
Innocence held us
within its folds
events of our future
had yet to be toldv
We took for granted
the simplicity of life
not knowing events would be altered
at the roll of a dice…

©Sienna Williamson 2014

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If I Wrote You A Poem…

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…Would you pretend to care?
If I sang you a song
Would it melt into air?

If I begged on my knees
Would you just walk away?
If I gazed in your eyes
Would so icy they stay?

If I told you remember
Would you just forget?
If we passed on the street
Would you say we’d not met?

If I gave you my heart
Would you just let it die?
If I wept for you, dear
Would you leave me to cry?

If I walked out right now
Would you even be blue?
If I told you I loved
Would you know that it’s you?

© Vicky Morrison 2013-2014

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The Mirrors’ Reign

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Where the trees unfold like ravens claws,
twigs of talons clinging to crimson weeds.
Spectres whisper to weeping winds,
forcing gales to resurrect dams to soil hopes and dreams.

Where clear water flows, runs the blackest ink,
purging angels from demonic wings;
reflections mimic a looking well,
distorted visions adorns backs of mirror panes.

Where once was fields of the greenest gold,
nature in harvest, a wealth for all;
alternative worlds merge with mirrored splints,
shattered looking glass damns all within its’ range.

~ Copyright ©yikici. 2014-infinity
*Image sourced through DeviantArt.

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Motivation

I write to feel the world as it goes spinning ’round the sun
And I write to feel the sting as empty makes my soul go numb
I write to catch the moment as it gallops past my pen
And I write to drive out memories I don’t need to see again

I write to nurture feelings lurking in my tender heart
And I write to fight emotions of which I desire no part
I write to kindle fires and I write to douse the flames
I write to both forget myself and remember my name

I write to know I’m worth the love my family has put in
And I write to know I’m nothing but a child consumed by sin
I write in hopes that maybe someone somewhere gets my drift
But most of all I write just to be sure that I exist

© Vicky Morrison 2013-2014

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Regrets

All the hearts I’ve roughed a bit

And any tears I’ve caused

Every time I’ve broken down

Or left – I should have paused

 

All the paths that I’ve erased

As I went along

Every time I pushed my way when

I knew I was wrong

 

All the scars, on soul and skin

I’ve given to myself

Everyone who’s ever cared

That I put on a shelf

 

All the friends I’ve pushed away

For fear of what to do

And sorry to my broken heart

For letting it love you

 

© Vicky Morrison 

 

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Paper Cages … and hello***

Trying to break free of this world of paper cages 
Every meaningless sheet added to my pack breaks my aching back a little more
Two more years of this, and then six again 
Every word I ink down loses itself in an abyss of forgotten thoughts 
The A’s give me a purpose in my ever-unsure mind – the only thing that seems to matter in a world not black and white 
There’s not much colour, either – it’s just shades of muted grey, punctuated by the red of fire and blood
While we sit and write about it in our little paper cages
 
© Vicky Morrison
 
***P.S.

Hey guys, I’m Vicky! I’ve technically been an author on this page for about a year, but I’ve never really gotten involved or posted anything. I’ve been getting more into WordPress lately on my own blog, and I think Scribes is a fabulous community, so I thought I’d give it a shot.  

Here goes ❤

 
 
 
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Weaving Empty

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Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads,
to where was I going, to where will I lay?
Caught in an intricate webb, glued with silver knots,
these silken threads which bind me, wash my calm away.
Lost in dark silence, it pierces through my skin,
alone with my monsters, consumed by these threads.
Lost and confused, my bright bubble burst,
these shiny new objects was not my release, they hurt.
Lost in numb richness, silken threads console,
only mere seconds, then hollowness grows.

~ Copyright ©yikici. 2014-infinity.

*Image credit: Unknown.

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Salvation Reigns

A recent collaboration I wanted to share and also say heya with. 🙂

A Poet's Journey

I have been fortunate to write with John again, you can find him over at JMC813, please do pop by and check out his writings, he’s a real talent, and a pleasure to team up with and collaborate.   I do hope you enjoy this piece, as it is something which is close to my heart as well as John’s.  Enjoy. 🙂

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It comes with a swiftness and severity unwelcomed,
as a thief in the night would steal away your dreams.
The sting of existence, accompanied by cloudy visions,
as reality and perception become cruel hallucinations.

Confused with what’s real and what’s mirror reflections,
gunned down by our failings, achievements forgotten.
What Hell has been stumbled upon?
To where is the light?
Heaven dissipating, under this tiring, dire fight.

Never ending struggle, for control of mind and emotion;
an assault, the likes of which only few will ever know,
bloodshed…

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Fitting In With Other Chickens

She has a play-dough personality
Always conforming to the hands
Of someone else
Someone bigger than herself
At least they seem bigger
Ever since she’s surrendered who she is
Who she should be
To some dickhead
Who treats her with brutality
The hands stretch apart the doughy material
Of her colorful heart
Of her soul
Inner-core
Play-dough pulled thin
And violently torn apart
Shaped like all the others
And dyed the same ugly color
It’s a shame she’s unable
To create who she wants to be
Instead
She will always have a play-dough personality

©VicRomero

*image from Google

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Prompt 32 Bridge

Scribers, are you looking for some inspiration? Here’s a weekly prompt to get you going.

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This weeks prompt is Bridge

Here are some ideas for you to ponder

The internet allows us to speak to people from all over the world.

WordPress is a bridge linking creative people together

Architectural bridges that allow us passage from one location to the next

Those emotional/professional ties which bind individuals/organizations together

Supernatural bridges- bridges that lead us from this world into the next

Bridges between fantasy and reality

I think you get the idea =)

All forms of media are accepted

If you a feel a rating is necessary please provide one

There is no limit on length or number of submissions

Please read and comment to your fellow participants

There is no time limit for the prompt if you don’t manage to get your submission in “on time” (the prompts are changed on Sundays) then post it to the current prompt with a note as to what…

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Fates Forbidden Proposal

Heya Scribers, just wanted to share a recent collaboration I’ve done with another talented writer, John, I do hope you enjoy our creativity. ☺️✨

A Poet's Journey

I’ve got the collaboration bug (I really have -well, I’ve always had; but recently it’s been a honouring experience); as you all know, back in to the lead up to Halloween, me and Richard Ankers shared six dark collaborations for the spooky season, following that, I shared two collaborative pieces which I wrote with my good friend Stablish, these were fun projects to be part of (they really were (and there’s still work going on in the background; but I’m digressing -I do that a lot when I’m writing down my thoughts, you’ve been warned. ;))), anyhoo, back to today,  today’s collaboration comes in the form of John from JMC813, a brilliant writer who I only chanced through his humbling suggestion of working together (or as he says, dueting -which has a lovely ring to it), and I’m so glad he did, as he has been a pleasure to…

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Wanting A Little Something

Her footsteps warned of desperation
As she was seeking liberation
In the dark, she couldn’t see
But she proceeded regardless, crawling on her knees
As she got closer she became a little more breathless
A little less jealous but a little more restless
The air clung with need
The light shone on her face and she was possessed with greed
Wanting desperately
So desperate for liberty if only temporally

©VicRomero

*thank you Rich for the inspiring first few lines

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Nocturnal

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Image sourced from the web

I’ll provide the candles,
you bring the wine
We’ll indulge in flirtation
and on the nights intrigue dine
Raising a toast to the mystique
hidden within its depth
We’ll smile at the past,
where we’ve left no regrets
Our chosen ambience
will be a cocktail of playfulness
Tinged with the erotic
we’ll leave our intentions undressed
The heat between us
will set fire to the nocturnal breeze
And when your eyes pull me in,
the moment we’ll seize

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Hues of You

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With my paintbrush, I paint the sky,

A turquoise blue streaming high.

I brush in a lemon hue,

Then I catch a glimpse of you.

 

A perfect apparition, lighting up the scene.

Your eyes outshine the sun, with the way they gleam.

My hearts beating like a drum, but why is life so mean?

I only see you in the clouds, when I’m painting in my dreams.

 

– Copyright yikici & Stablish. 2013 (A collaboration)

*Image sourced from: Dave Morrow Photography.

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I’ll Buy Her A Bouqet

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She walks gracefully to center stage
The harsh stage light blinks onto her face
She looks beautiful but her face is contorted
Her lips are silently moving, something is distorted
She unzips her dress and reveals
The wounds she has self-inflicted that have not yet healed
And her skin is clinging to her bones
Her ribs are broken and exposed
The audience claps, they think she’s perfect
She thinks the pain she endured has been worth it
Then the mic turns up, it’s her cue
She knows exactly what she must do
The words dance out of her mouth
Wowing the entire crowd
Including me, she’s so talented
Too bad suicide has inhabited
Her brilliant mind
She must be blind
If she cannot see that she has always been perfect
That the pain she has endured has not been worth it
By the ending of the show, I’m cheering and crying
Because I’m proud of her but I know inside she is dying

©VicRomero

*image from Google Images

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Soul Sacrifice

Scribers, I came across this beautiful dark poem, and instantly thought of the NightDwellers crew, so I’m rebloging this for you dark souls of the night, I do hope you enjoy the read as much as I have. ✨

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Firelight in a darkened room

Across oaken table we sit

Radiant in It’s human form

Traveler from It’s fiery pit

 

Misery and dissatisfaction

Compels this entity’s arrival

Cries for help above unheard

Disenchanting mere survival

 

Foolish pride and ego proclaim

Entitlement to earthly bliss

Summoned  inferno’s overlord

Desires met by serpent’s kiss

 

Wields archaic parchment scroll

And an ornate feathered quill

Beckons me to scribe my mark

In crimson ink of bloody spill

 

Evil one rises, grins and laughs

My heart darkens in guilt’s regret

Hellion takes it’s prize and flees

Leaves me convinced our pact is set

 

Trepidation replaced by ecstasy

Our agreements hedonistic feast

Pleasures of the mind and flesh

Provided solely by the Beast

 

Wanton debauchery consumes

As wealth and power abound

Satisfaction should be limitless

Why am I lost in bliss newly found

 

The Devil’s trick leaves me empty

The…

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The Candles’ Curse

A flickering candle lit the corner of a room,
It warmed the only part -of the dark hidden tomb.
None came to visit, none able to leave
A bewitching curse, driven most captive to grieve.

This flickering candle danced in the dark,
It sung out in whispers -to lovers apart;
Drawing them in -to the curse of the room,
Enticing their sorrows, as they slip to their doom.

This candle which flickers, grins and it boasts
Raises its shadow -till it’s all but a ghost
-Taunts both the lovers, puts fear in their hearts,
Chains them eternally -till death do apart.

This candle (which flickers) leaves tender sweet trails,
Entices the lovers -to calm and set sail.
A journey to dark (as stories depicted)
Of man and of woman and being restricted.

This flickering candle, sets a death vow
Confines both our lovers -a field they can’t plough;
Opens the tomb -beckons them in,
They replace it’s remains -with sinister gains.

This flickering candle, it’s wick nearly burnt,
Blaze last inferno -until it just weren’t;
Lovers embalmed, the curse -but a rhyme,
The candle (now out) -until next time.

~ Copyright ©yikici. 2013

*Image sourced from flickr.

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Knock Before Entering

I melt against his fingertips 
As he outlines my thirsty lips
And drags them across my cheeks
I sigh, he doesn’t make a peep
Curious fingers wander all over
Caressing and teasing and pulling me closer
My skin is tingling…
His hungry eyes are twinkling… 
He moves in but neglects my lips
Instead he trails kisses down to my hips
Frustrated, I tangle my fingers into his hair
Pulling him upward so into his lustful eyes I can stare
Then I lean in for a taste
His fingertips dig into my waist
Our lips meet…
Our hearts loudly beat…
I am desperate for more than this
So I probe my tongue in between his lips
Quietly groaning…
Hands roaming…
I fall backwards onto the bed
In between his large hands he holds my head
My skin ignites at every point we touch
But it still isn’t quite enough 
Pulling threads aside
Bare skin on skin collides
Intertwines
Evoking moans and sighs
It’s going to be a long night.
©VicRomero