As a child I moved through life joyfully.Days and weeks bled into months and years.Not a care in the world as we played and laughed.Games and toys, imagined lands and timeless sands.Curiosity and intrigue, the realms of the impossible opened.Create and crave, inspire and desire, the impossible now possible.Then, almost over night, it stopped.Like a… Continue reading Living to be Destroyed
Tag: Poetry
Bring Me
Bring me those born from your loin.Those who have nested in your womb.Those you bore as your life’s fruit.Bring me the child you cherish so.Gift them to me so that I may grow. I am the monster you feed at night.I am the demon that your fear.I am the angel you call out to.When you… Continue reading Bring Me
Demons and Angels
People believe that a Demon is an Angel, fallen from grace.Exiled from Heaven, cast down to the fiery pits of hell.Dante's "Inferno" is their given image of that place.Only four hundred years old, imagination to ink well.A Guardian Angel was once called a Holy Daimon.One was a messenger and the other a guiding spirit.But the… Continue reading Demons and Angels
Sacrament & Sacrilege
The contours of your body fire pathways in the mind.The essence of your form burns shadows in the storm.If one needed a sacrifice, they would call out your name. The sacrament and sacrilege, the scimitar and the lamb.All lay at your altar,At the ocean's edge,In the forgotten desert sands.
Separate
You awake from a dream.A dream awakens from you.Ask yourself, how to separate the two?You are moved into action.Action starts with you.Ask yourself, how to separate the two?It's they who love you.It's you who loves them.Ask yourself, how to separate the two?Your life ends in death.Death brings life anew.Ask yourself, how to separate the two?
Days
You haven’t stopped crying for days.Well it’s been an hour at least… Something inside of you wants to say that it’s been days.Days?How many days has it been, since she died? You know that you haven’t been crying for days.Maybe the pain and the anguish have lasted for days. How long was she even alive?How… Continue reading Days
The Sensing
You can hear the growling through its labouring breath.You sit, panting and sweating.The remnants of your arm,Like fleshy wet ribbon. You can hear the scratching through the creaking floor.You sit, shaking and trembling.The persistence of your fear,Like sins never forgiven. You can see the breaking through the shattering door.You stand, hastening and quickening.The insistence of… Continue reading The Sensing
Stand Still
That creature…
"That creature..." is a poem from a selection of new horror based poetry and short stories by Mathew James Ford that is soon to be published. His current work: Apostles: 12 Meditations on Modern Philosophy is available to buy in print and on Kindle.UK: http://amzn.to/31TioQyUS: http://amzn.to/321ARuA
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