

Skeleton Flesh and bone, seen throughSkeleton by ~cannibalkyle15
as if transparent
staring empty, as once thought
a tranquil place, a place wreaking
of peace
calming scents emitted
closure, watered eyes
sympathy as so much love remains
unprotected by fear, all that is left
everything i have come too desire
was given too me, all because of you
nothing will harm, when all else back down
abandon, and run away terrified
there will be one set of eyes left
standing still, forever
lonliness is impossible, for i know i never am
even memorys bring serenity
neverending struggle
this will never be over
but as i behold you standing alone
i will never fade away before y


Indulge IndulgeIndulge by ~cannibalkyle15
sickening scars and empty emotionless eyes
a tortured child smiling beside you
not even your indulgence could batter
or defeat this beutiful creation
You can attempt abandonment
and sucess will never come too your hands
You've created nothing but pure hate and anguish
in the pathetic little world of this single lone mind
And yet it has come out so wonderfuly
With so much love ready too pour out into the world
How do you feel now, you selfishly fullfilled yourself
Hulmulated what you loved most, but never realized your love
when will you understand you are not alone here
There is more purpose than for your self
More purp


Love Life, Live Love Two ends of the spectrum coloured with happinessLove Life, Live Love by ~See-Beyond-The-Flesh
Only to be shrouded, stopped and hung by a persons
Doubt and fear
But what is it that we fear?
Is it the cloak drawn over futures eyes?
Or is it the fear of emotions kiss not knowing if it's a
Vine or Rose?
Such a tiny step yet seen as so far a jump
Stuck in yet another spectrum of choices mirrored to what seems to have no end
End?
Could that be it? Do we see the end before the beginning?
For if we do we already jump before we step
So quick to find the faults yet so blind to see good
Life and Love aren't so bad treat them both like feelings
Like all feelings they change and evo


Thank you Beloved Thank you, Beloved.Thank you Beloved by ~AaMegamisamaNo1
A large glass filled with red wine balances on the corner of a cloth-covered table on the left of stage, closest to the audience. A woman of medium build, dark hair, in a long dark coloured dress leans up against it. A chair is behind the table, diagonal to the table itself. There is a 'door' to stage right. Light is focussing on the woman.
(Brief pause, wistfully) There's this thing I used to love when I visited Japan. See they have these things called 'Host Clubs'. They were pretty particular to Japan, and I liked them. I could go there and be myself, and not have to worry what they, or anyone else, thought of me. It w


Fredrick P Montgomery: Victim Fredrick Peter Montgomery: VictimFredrick P Montgomery: Victim by ~AaMegamisamaNo1
Hands shaking he reached for the web-cam sitting on top of his monitor and adjusted it. As Mr Montgomery inspected himself on the monitor, he found that the sweat beading his brow was visible. Carefully he wiped it away.
Around the world over a thousand 'netizens' sat at their computer terminals watching the proceedings. Just as he had, they had been waiting months for this day to come; for the day that their HFSE would come into action. This edition of the 'Human Flesh Search Engine' had done their work extremely well this time around. Collectively they knew everything there was to know about the nervous


Dr E M Johnson Dr E M JohnsonDr E M Johnson by ~AaMegamisamaNo1
Eric walked through the hospital corridors uneasily. He had to visit his father, who had just been admitted for an operation. He shrugged off the feeling, believing it to be his own insecurities trying to take hold once again. He strode down the hallway, recognising the pattern on the wall. He acknowledged that the hospital hadn't changed much in the last fifteen years.
He could remember running through the halls, usually trying to find his way to the cafeteria. The doctors had been kind to him, and the nurses had ensured that he was safe and comfortable. 'For some reason,' Eric thought to himself, 'I still don't like this h


Cup of Coffee Cup of CoffeeCup of Coffee by ~AaMegamisamaNo1
Her high school portrait
stares up from the page,
the same sharp eyes
she showed us today.
She knew what he was like
behind closed doors,
She could tell us anything
we needed to know.
This waif of a girl,
strong and intelligent,
held the keys to his cell
inside her memories.
As I entered the room
her eyes locked with mine,
and I soon learned
that knowledge had to be deserved.
Two days later, as I locked his cell door,
he was muttering curses
at the girl who gave in to the law
for little more than a cup of coffee.