pride and beach shores by thebalefulprimal, literature
Literature
pride and beach shores
she sells seashells by the seashore
but I peddle pride from my front door.
and when they come to try me,
as they always do,
they'll find only magic
and her demon breaking through.
hail to the king
burn the witch
long live our destiny
burn the witch
I see the devil's bleeding crown
and wish it was raining down, but we're in rivers
rivers of sin, praise be to me
don't look back, we're in too deep
breaking bones, shattered skulls
oh how it burns to be alive
oh how it burns to be the thick of it all
run with me, if you want to
keep up, because you don't want to be left behind
in what has been following me
hail to the king,
love and
Tick tock
goes the clock.
Follow me
for only I can see.
Tick tock
The gate is locked.
Let's run away
from the demon in gray.
Where's the exit?
No need to panic.
Away from the screams
away from the never-ending dreams.
Isn't that door
something we saw before?
Put your trust in me
for only I can set you free.
Tick tock
No need to be in shock.
I'll bring you into the light,
so don't tremble in fright.
Tick tock
Our escape is blocked!
Sound of footsteps getting near
of my master whom you so fear.
Tick tock
Please.... stop.
Worry not, this won't last.
For when it comes, the end will be fast.
the nonexistent shed by thebalefulprimal, literature
Literature
the nonexistent shed
hand me that wrench,
pass me that nail
it's quarter past eleven when I see
it's to no avail
a push and a pull,
two step, left and right
lean on me once,
but choked me twice
the bible in the desk
but a sin in your eyes
what's the difference between me and you?
ah yes, a selfish lie.
just take me out back, lad by thebalefulprimal, literature
Literature
just take me out back, lad
how do you step off the page
when you created the book;
where does the break happen
when the schedule is always on your face?
if, perhaps, you could place yourself 30,000 feet above it all
instead of looking at it from a 30 foot distance
you would understand my kaleidoscope
instead of calling me a self righteous bitch
perhaps if you allowed yourself to see the world
and your own heart, instead of assuming we will fail
there would be more to listen to
more earth to grab on to
and if, in th
Forging Foundations by betwixtthepages, literature
Literature
Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok