poetry

[simon482]

drunk and eatin a pizza pocket and decided to bump this old shitty thread with a short story of mine.

The gates of Hell squeak open and their finest soldier walks out. The chaos demon is free again roaming through the bowels of earth searching and hunting for the one thing that he needs to live. Knowing that he cannot return to his place of being, the fires that forged him, the pain that consumes him, searching and running through the caves, the pain inside growing. On and on he searches, the rage that had been asleep for so long finally awake keeping him alive. The rage inside pushing him on, the rage inside that is feared by himself and mortal men. The rage that is hidden within us all. He plunges forward getting stronger as he goes, the pain building as he goes, the rage uncontrollable. Tearing at his flesh, ripping him apart, breaking what soul he has, tearing at the blackness of a heart that he once had.

The beautiful gates of heaven open allowing their most precious angel to leave, knowing she would never come back. She walks learning of love and hope for her future, her wings spreading as far as they can casting a silhouette of stars. She hovers above the earth walking and knowing that she can feel it. She can feel the love that is created for her the one true thing that is everything. She only knows pureness, she only knows faith and love for others. The strength in her is unstoppable. She pushes on towards her new life outside heaven but still welcome in heaven. She moves on over the clouds looking at the the stars that the cities have created and amazed at how the look so perfect as if they were created by heaven.

The chaos demon grows stronger fighting now towards earth that has trapped him for so long heading upwards clawing and scratching. He reaches the surface in a burst of fire and explosion. Hell on earth, chaos is here. He has control, nothing can stop him as his fury has peaked and his violence is unmatched. He will not be stopped by anything, he is Hell’s soldier for the last time and he is looking for something. Up and down street after street looking, breaking and punishing everything in his way. Chaos is free to roam and do what he will.

With her angelic eyes she sees the fire and smells the fury she has to help, she can’t stop so she goes forth for what she knows as a demon is waiting for her in a a final battle. She is not afraid, she has nothing to fear, she has faced demons before and has won every time. She is not aware of how this one thinks and feels she has never dealt with anything this strong before but she knows nothing of what fear is, she only knows strength and justice. She trusts her hands and feet and she heads to the the chaos created below.

He is standing there waiting. He sees the shadow of an angel heading his way as he prepares for a battle he knows he has never lost and is not afraid. He only knows of chaos and pain. He readies himself as she approaches. The angel lands before him and suddenly a new feeling has come to him. He is standing and relaxing, he cannot move, he cannot think. He is lost in her image, he is lost in her eyes as he has never seen anything so beautiful before. The longer he looks the more it comes to him that he will not fight her. The longer he stands there he realizes that this is what he was looking for. As he is standing there the rage leaving and the pain fading, everything he has known forever is releasing him from his prison.

She stands there facing the demon, mesmerized at his strength and admiring his power. Knowing that she cannot fight with him for this is what she has been searching for.
This is why she has left heaven, to find this demon and bring him to life. She knows she cannot fight him because she loves him and she is feeling something new. Something she has never felt before, she is feeling fear for the first time. She is afraid to love this demon, she is afraid of what would happen is she were to love this creature of the darkness. She walks to the demon with her hands trembling she reaches out and touches his face with her little hand not knowing what will happen. Her band connects with his face gently and softly she runs her hand over his face caressing him and touching him.

The demon stands still as she approaches he waits as she raises her hand to his face. Her hand touches his skin and the flesh she touches stops burning the flesh starts to change. She brings up her other hand and touches his other cheek feeling him and touching him in a way he has never felt before, amazed as how it feels to be touched by someone. He starts to cry as she holds him tight in a hug and with his tears he feels his skin changing becoming human. He cannot stop and he does not want to. He loves her forever with everything he is, she saved him from the prison he was in. She rescued him from everything he was afraid of, she saved him from the pain that had driving him and for that he knew from then on that he would never let her hurt and he would die for her in an instant. He knew that they were to be together and he would never let her leave his side. He trusted her with his soul forever.

Her hands trembled as she held his face and she shook as she pulled him in for their first embrace. She wrapped her arms around her demon and listened to him sob while he held her and transformed to a human. She felt his love for her and knew from that point on nothing would ever hurt her and he would die to protect her. The fear she felt in the beginning was now gone. She knew she would never have to fear again if all she did was hold onto him. She knew that she loved him and she knew she never could leave him as he was a part of her now as much as she was a part of him. She felt her wings leave her body, she felt herself transform into human. It did not matter, she had found her one true love and from then on nothing mattered and nothing could stop them.

They walked away together hand in hand feeling that nothing would ever break them apart, knowing that they would never be alone ever again. Knowing that the holes in their souls had been filled by each other and knowing they would never have to be scared or alone again. Knowing when she returned to heaven she would take chaos with her but also knowing that he was no longer chaos. She knew she had saved him as much as he had saved her.

Their child was created in the starlit night and heaven smiled on her. She was the newest creating and just like her mother, she was heaven finest angel. She was everything her father hoped for and everything her mother hoped for and that drew them closer together. Their bond got stronger, their life got better. It was a hard start but they pulled through it as kindred spirits always do. Heaven and Hell was joined that day and the perfect match was created as love is a strong bond and it holds humans together

 

[simon482]

It all started on June 4, 1979. I was given a gift I never asked for or wanted I was born. I heard that angels can smile when a child is born I know they didn’t for me. I look up into the sky and see their faces and know it was all tears. I can hear the laughing from below, slow rumble at my feet. I didn’t know then but I do now, I was brought here to know them and not salvation. My name is Richard and this is my story.

I can’t say all of it was bad because I don’t remember it. I do know that it started a chain of events that I can’t take back. I always had darker thoughts I was always a little distant and drawn back from the world. I would have rather stayed in my room and read over play with my friends. I didn’t have many of those anyway. There was a time when I was in the shower with my brother and he asked me to play with him, I was young and didn’t think anything of it but now I look back and see that was the starting point of things that ran off. I did because I didn’t know better, from the time it went in mouth till it left I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew it wasn’t right. I never said anything to anyone though, as those are secrets best kept to yourself.

A little while later me and some friends were walking down an old path, we thought it was a game to pick up ice and throw it at each other. Kids’ being kids’ right, all fun and games till someone dies. I had reached into the water to grab a piece to throw at a friend and felt a bump on my back but when I looked over my shoulder to see who it was, there was nothing there and all my friends were nice and far away. The ice broke easy and the water was a body piercing cold. The kind that shocks your heart into submission before you even took a breath. It’s weird what happened next, I felt a hand dragging me out farther in the pond, my friends said the current took me out there but it was a closed off pond with no current. They just couldn’t feel what I could. That hand dragged me out there and I felt my heart slowing until it stopped.

That is when I saw them for the first time. I saw the devils sitting on their thrones, looking at me laughing and holding out their hands to embrace me. They welcomed me in ways that my friends had never done, they gave me love that my family never had. They gave me the things I needed so badly, warmth and comfort. They told me they would never leave my side and would protect me from everything. Then told me to go back, it was not yet time.

That is when I woke up and knew my mind was fragmented, my soul had been chipped apart and pulled open and pieces that were there are now missing and new parts growing. I saw my friends on the shore trying to grab for me and throwing a long branch they broke off a tree out to me. I reached out and grabbed it while calling them cowards under my breath. They could have swam out to get me. Yet they stayed nice and warm with no fear, how I wish I could tell them death felt better than life.

They rushed me home and according to them they saved my life, how I wish I could tell them I was already dead. They got their picture in the newspaper and taken out for ice cream and given awards. When the paper left and all the lights went down all I got was a beating from my father. He came in late at night with his belt; everyone was asleep except me and him. I was staring at the walls and listening to my new family tell me stories. He was down stairs staring at an empty bottle thinking about how I shamed him in the community for having a son that couldn’t even do something so simple as swim.

The belt came down again and again on my back and butt, over the pyjamas of course. You wouldn’t want to leave a mark or cut me. He whispered in my ear how he hated me and wished I had never been born. I tried very hard not to smile and agree with him. After it was over he told me he did it because he loved me and I couldn’t help but laugh which enraged him once again. This time he didn’t cry while he hit me, this time it was rage in his eyes not shame.

I never spoke of it with my mother but it probably wouldn’t have done very good anyway, she spent most her days more concerned with what her friends thought of her and what she was wearing, I was always an inconvenience to her. Me nearly dying in the pond made her a celebrity of the neighbourhood though and she took advantage of it. Breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon tea all of it just to tell everyone how she had saved my life by taking me inside and warming me up with water and hugs. Warm water and hugs were a far cry from the towel that was thrown at me and her screaming “he is getting water on my carpet”.

I started to sneak out that summer and roam around the neighbourhood, the night time always seemed better to me. I was a 10 year old boy out running the streets late at night seeing all the good and bad of the world first hand and I loved it. I ran till the sweat poured over my body and my shirt was wet. I forgot to get changed one night and got the belt for my wet dream. Not because it was indecent but for ruining the sheets.

This is when I discovered that I could do things at night that couldn’t be done during the day. You can sneak around and see thing you shouldn’t see. I watched my neighbour get naked and get ready for bed, I know I shouldn’t have looked but fuck it I was young and horny. I started to take things from people’s yards, stealing isn’t really a crime and I never kept what I took. I just took it because I could.

Walking one night I stopped and just felt the breeze. It was a perfect summer night, in the mid 80’s a slight breeze to make it comfortable and that is when I felt I wasn’t alone. Before I could turn though, there was a hand on my waist and across my mouth. It would seem walking at night wasn’t as safe as I thought and the night life had finally found me. Then the voices came back to my head, they told me not to worry and they would help me and tell me what to do. I just watched as I was carried, never struggled or even tried to get away. I was curious to see where I was going.

We stopped in a little wooded clearing down by the creek that ran behind a group of houses. I was tossed down hard and my hands loosely tied behind me. The man that grabbed me was in his late 30’s and looked like he had lived outside for a long time. Very dirty and I could smell him, if not from where he was sitting then just the left over stench from carrying me so close to his armpit. When he smiled a bloody black mixture came out of his mouth where teeth should be. I sat calm as he told me all the things he had planned for me and that I would never see my parents again and I smiled at that and thought about letting him do what he wanted just so I wouldn’t see them again.

As he stood up and started to come towards me I felt the bindings tug and come loose, I knew they wouldn’t let me get hurt. They promised. The voice told me to reach down behind me and when I did I felt a stick that I grabbed. 1 step closer and I swung with every bit of might I could find in my body. It would seem all the running and night time shenanigans I had gotten stronger than I knew or maybe it was the nails in the end of the stick either way he dropped and started to twitch. I knew he was dying and maybe he did as well. He started to say he was sorry for the things he done and his list of things was very impressive. I got down on one knee beside his mouth and listened to him talk for a few minutes and ask forgiveness. I looked him in the eye and told him I was not god and he would not find what he was looking for with me. He closed his eyes and I watched a tear form in the corner of his eye and then he stopped breathing. I grabbed the stick from his head and hit him a few more times just to make sure it was over. Well that is what I told myself but the reality of it was that it felt good to hit him. The first time in my life I ever reached orgasm was while that stick with the nail in it first penetrated then crushed his skull.

I walked down to the creek, I knew I had to get clean before going home. Hell even my parents might pay attention if I came home covered in blood. After cleaning up I walked back up to the street and started for home and as I went I could see the shadows of the devils off to the side, grinning at me. I got changed as soon as I got home and went straight to bed. Mornings came and went, a few more days and a few more trips and still nothing. Then the big story of the week, a homeless man was found murdered down by the creek. No suspects, no motives, no name. The only thing that came of that was my parents putting bars on the windows since we now lived in a bad neighbourhood. It really made it hard for me to sneak out at night.

Chapter

All being locked in the house did was allow me to escape in other ways. I turned inwards to my thoughts and started doing things that I never thought possible. I listened to the voices and listened to them when they told me things. They taught me better than school ever could. They showed me how to focus all my hate and how I could create things with it. I started to forms almost invisible balls of red light between my hands but after a few months of practice they got bigger. I found I could throw them and I was told that all I needed to do was focus on who I wanted to hit and throw them and it would go there. I started with animals and at first I didn’t think it was anything but my mind playing tricks with me but then the news started talking about someone killing all the pets of the neighbourhood and advising people to keep their pets in at night.

By this time I was ready to start high school, still the loner, even more drawn in on myself since all I needed were my thoughts.

 

[simon482]

the above post is a novel i have decided to attempt. the short story above it that is a few years older may work it's way in, i am not really sure. there is real mixed with a lot of non reality in the above beginning. not sure where it is gonna take me but i am pretty sure it will end up as a very dark story.