beast

The Beast Inside...

The beast inside…

© 2017 SachikoMochiko " Sachi Ruaya

 

What’s worse than killing someone? Leaving them suffering alive. Now, whether or not they suffer is up to them…

 

Cracks…that’s how the light comes in.

 

You found that someone,

Who you deem; is the last piece of you

O’ but that one…that other one just "

How long will your grip hold?

 

 

It’s a dark feeling; jealousy

Where green, grey and black swirls weave your heart

Like steel, poison ivy 

 

 

As your blood curdles and boils,

your red-laced eyes eyeball

That one who touched your precious

 

 

Your precious gem that you admire from afar.

Your precious one, who births a hazy warm chest.

Your precious half…the other fading half of you.

 

 

But you refrain from killing

And instead of making arrangements to prey,

You keep that one alive  but suffering from your fangs

 

Your inner beast lurks inside,

already devoured half of you and yourself.

Its true form will not feast unless you do

 

 

Your fangs…its fangs bite, drawing thick, oozy blood

Of the one you hold captive in your prison

All for that one precious one, you shed blood

 

 

Your bite…your torture…your beast

Is a reflection of the steel, poison ivy

Is a being born from your selfishness…your jealousy

 

 

But you continue to feast even when you know

Know that this beast will soon consume your flesh, Bone-clean

Because pleasure will come from ones’ suffering

 

 

You are blinded by the beast; your scarlet eyes see no more,

the beauty of your precious gem…

BlurryVivid. Pitch-black.

 

 

You have lost sight of your intentions,

And your precious gem’s light is no more

Now, you know: You. Are. Devoured.

 

 

You sit there on the bottom of the beast’s stomach

Living with the pure darkness of your own

Alone. With your crackling, dry heart -unable to love

 

 

After all, you were just blind.

Destined to lurk in darkness.

 

 

Emptiness. Your skin slowly peels off from the dry darkness

Slowly…painfully, in this prison, the veil is ripped

Revealing something undeniably powerful

 

You.

 

 

The bleeding wounds of which the skin is peeled

Thus, shunned the lies and unveils the truth

The truth of you embedded inside -within the beast

 

The light suppresses the dry darkness 

With your passion, memories, joy and love

You slice through the belly…striving for freedom once more!

 

 

Author’s Note: 

 

This is one of the small fragments to ready one of my upcoming masterpiece. I will write more poems like this (having the same motivational force). WORRY is next.



 
 

© 2017 SachikoMochiko

Author's Notes/Comments: 
This is one of the "practice" poems so I can produce a higher quality work for a special someone of mine:)

Gosh...my punctuation is bad. Just like any other poems I post here, it ain't finished. Still more reviewing to be done. But overall, I hope you enjoy XD

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Jealousy, eh? Just a quick note, any poem I write is nearly always based off of my true feelings and recent events/emotions. 
"I thought it was good but felt it would be better if it was a story...it feels like your using a lot of words which is good but feel it would make an amazing story if it had a bit more body in it... not sure what type of criticism you wanted. I think you would be amazing at writing stories I’m not being negative I agree with what the person below said just think it’s more story like xx" - Simba
"Raw and honest.Outstanding imagery in words and visuals. I can picture you in my head, shouting these words at the person this story is intended for. My only little critique is that there are more than a few harsh words used that I would have replaced with something different. He's not returning your love but you can't force someone to do so. Other than that brilliant as always I look forward to the rest of the story " Thedeus Hobbs

Aiwass

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Aiwass, from Thy love of lost Pagan things,

Reincarnation of Crowley as the Beast 666.

Most beloved of Ordo Templi Orientis,

Let me invoke Him!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to Aiwass.

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Winter Blood

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Voodoo

She stepped out into the night

From out of the Nightmare came a cry

The creature's somber humming ever so quiet

luring the unsuspecting into a frenzy

She is all that stands between

a world of ire and a world of light

The shadows writhe in horror;

their ghastly creation a pale abhorrence

She was to be their Chosen One

A warrior angled to live more

than just a hollow existence

The souls were as bright as the stars

But unearthly blood stained the

tips of her hair, her sword, and her solace

Drop by drop it tinged the ground

The beastly burden of loss

The last chance to take a final breath

And all of it- gone.

No second chance.

However, the silence hungers and from

the fires she wakes

She steps out onto the plains

A blizzard creeps down her spine

The Demon Ruins she must bide

One last stop to sharpen the blade

Fill up the flask and check her Faith

The fool she may be

But bathed in blood, a kingdom undone

She will walk the unknown, let her story unfold

To find the truth

To end the curse

...of Winter Blood

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by the Dark Souls and Bloodborne franchise :)

L.E.V.I.

From nightmare to nightmare ,

wake up from a nightmare,
 And enter this nightmare,
 it's never a dream,
 
 if ever at all ,
I stand I fall, 
Berate befall,
It's Never a dream ,
 
 
Control is a lie,
I live I die ,
L. E. V. I.,
It's never a dream,...(there is more but to slowly unleash the damn of me is taken well)

Heartless Beast

Life is a heartless beast

tearing you apart

until you're just a bleeding pulp.

Until you're so beaten

you wish you could escape.

But you will heal

undoubtedly you'll survive.

Beaten but not defeated

and stronger for the fight.

You'll stand tall

and show them all.

 
By: Yvonne Bradley
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The beast within

Beasts come in many forms,

they can be made or they can be born.

When your strengths become your weaknesses,

This can push gifts toward the worse.

 

So many questions to be answered

Yet there was no one to turn to.

Uncertainly blocked any progress,

The beast thrashes in return.

 

Proceeding instability,

Emotions set in quick.

Falsify, or repeat rejection of true self.

 

Normal normal,

What more could anyone want you to be?

Be quiet, be patience,

Be able to control thy self.

 

Little pedestal child,

With misunderstood needs.

Craved attention, meaning, and knowledge,

But was left to her own unease.

 

15 years later...

 

What? WHAT?!

I've never read about myself in such a fashion.

Overwhelming sensations appear.

Thoughts and feelings become clear,

only to bring on a new fear.

 

What now? and how?

So many thoughts,

So many steps.

I will make peace with the beast if its the last thing I do.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my feelings and thoughts about rediscovering I'm gifted on 6/19/2013

The Angel and The Beast

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My Love

I once loved an angel
A pretty mystery
Who took joy
In her freedom to fly
Far above life’s pains
Never tied to anyone
Never sorrow known
Never a tear on her face
Never sadness shown

Then she met me
A sorry, troubled beast
Who once had loved another
But lost her to the wind
Whose wings were firm and strong
And whose heart was hard as steel
But melted at the sight of her
Stood in awe at the sight of her

She tied herself to me
And gave to me her wings
Never to fly once more
Never again to leave
But I knew she was meant to fly
And like a bird in a cage
Although she sang so sweetly
I could easily see her pain

So I give you my wings my angel
Don’t cry for me anymore
I made my choice
Now you can fly
Through the sky once more
And when you come back down
Remember me
I’ll be here
With scars you won’t see
Where my wings used to be
But I’ll smile all the same
And quietly call your name
Because redemption you were to me
For all eternity

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Kind of like my own twist on the Beauty and The Beast theme. Enjoy

The Savage Tale of the Beauty and the Beast

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Lost Treasures

The Savage tale of the beauty and the beast
'Damien's Lost Scripts; A Lost Treasures Redux'
By; The DeadPoet

I didn’t know what to make of her. That sly innocent smile or perhaps those enchanting eyes as she was obviously concealing some deep secret. Whatever it was, I was hooked. Like a dime store junkie I needed her, I wanted her. I could feel a part of me had melted away, but I did not care. Her eyes told me so. Willing to cast aside all my burdens, just to be apart of this rare person's life.
For years I have walked a road of broken dreams, barefoot and knee deep in the agony. Feeling lost in a world of full of maps and road signs, where everyone is quick to offer up directions to go no where fast. As your shadows quickly catch up to you and now you begin to question, the purpose behind the encounter. Through thick or thin all one can do is continue to walk, following their heart as their feet lead them towards their dreams. After walking on broken hopes and false promises for so long, you grow numb and your passion withers as you go blind from the desperation. Giving in to the fake idols, and hungry vultures ready to feast on your body as you fall.

Too much time spent dwelling on the past, on the negativity. Painful memories that only seem to remind me of all the unattainable dreams. Where hope becomes the only tangible course of action to take. For when you cannot see the path before you through the thicket. It's hope that guides you as you march forward when every sign points behind you. Turn back, the voices shout.

'How could I have been so naive as to believe that such a creature as I could be loved. I have allowed too many succubi to break me, A vixen in disguise as she tears out my heart and feasts upon the remains. For a moment before the pain there is a mosaic of happiness. Blinded by my own temptations I followed without any hesitations. I became oblivious to the world around me as I lavished in the ecstasy that was the peace she bestowed to my mind. My senses explored every aspect of this apparition. I could not help but wonder if selling my soul was worth the few moments of bliss I experienced with this vampire. In an era of time where I am not bombarded with the depraved and the obscene, We truly were the beauty and the beast.'

Now in the moment, the deed is once again done, the same familiar sting of irony swarms my mind and takes my thoughts. A part of me accepts this fate, however a question does spark the imagination on just how the ending will be played out. My ever lasting soul on trial, for a moment of happiness. A memory, and now the devil may take my pride. For I will conquer my passion once again and set claim to her smile. I now possess from a simple memory, the catalyst for my hope.

“There was something about her smile,
something mysterious about her eyes
staring into them I grew lost within the tides
trying hard to stay afloat,
In this gamble for love, I go for broke.”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another passage from my upcoming book "Damien's Lost Scripts"

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"Carrion"

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Vulture's thirst,
rapier vision.
Grace reversed,
inquisition.
Stoic mass,
contemplating.
Upper class,
salivating.

Lumbering
interruption.
Numbering
deconstruction.
Poisoned weather,
breath is tiring.
Clung together,
mute inquiring.

In formation,
hunger blinds.
Sweet oblation,
blood is wine.
Helpless screams,
rendered faint.
Crimson dreams,
splattered paint.

Jealous treasure,
wounded beast.
Sate your pleasure,
in the feast.

We won't pardon,
those who transgress,
God's special wardens,
when they won't confess.

So can we the guilty,
in His Court today,
deny we're as filthy,
as dark birds of prey?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Judge not.....

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