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Dead Love Lasts (Jack & Sally)

Nightmare Before Christmas - Jack & Sally



Darling; did I tell you?
That you make my splintering bones feel
As if they had sensitive shocked nerves still.

In the frightening night
Your stitches have the appearance
Of rusting wires impaling coarse ice skin.

If we wander
Through the lively graveyard
The night still doesn’t illuminate
The death of anyone as elegantly
As it does you.



Your hollow eyes
Make my leather skin believe
I have live insects shivering underneath.

Let me tell you
That your rattling rib cage
Holds my deceased heart; beating again.

Could we find
A place in this nightmarish town
That doesn’t heighten the dead love
That you infect my rotting mind with?



Can you believe?
Years from now
Our legendary love
Shall be written amongst the earth.
For we are living dead proof
That;
Love doesn’t end with life

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Devil's Emprisonment

Smearing live cells, with those of the dead
As fires rage higher within,
Hold up a hand to cover your eyes
Lest your soul be scarred by sin.

We shovel the dead, two at a time
To their first installment of hell,
As flames tear hungrily through their body
Their charred souls are left to dwell.

You can hear them screeching as doors close
Engulfing their corpses in flames,
Clawing for the chance of salvation
These iron walls echo their pain.

When all is done, I stand for a while
Fearing to touch hundreds of lives,
They echo to me remorseful despair
For soldiers who fed them lies.

My mind gone blank, I see no more
Whilst dark ashes bleed in the room,
Out of this portal their ruins do rush
To warn the blind of their doom.

I breathe it in, a cloud of cinders
They scramble to get in my lungs,
For I am the slayer of my own
Let the devils scrape out my tongue.

Time only waits so long, my friend
His razor claws beckons round the bend
I now know too much, the demons shall send
And this incarceration is too my end.

*This was a poem created by a promt word CREMATORIUM, and as I tend to write in darkness,
I chose to write about perhaps the biggest known crematorium, used to burn millions in
Nazi camps. Now my knowledge is not completely sound, but I recall from my history lessons
that the final cruelty towards their victims [Jewish in particular] was to burn their
bodies. This meant no Jewish prisoner could be reunited with God in their community nor
their loved one's eyes, as they believe a body is needed for God to find and welcome them.
The Nazi's used prisoners to help "sweep up" the remains, until the prisoners began to see
too much and they then killed them as well, although obviously evidence was leaked out and
this is why we know today. This poem is written in the POV of a prisoner, i know it is
extremely unlikely they were made to actually burn the bodies, but it fitted better. Sorry
if I offend anyone with this and thank you for reading.*

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Tainted Thirst

*This poem is based on Type One Diabetes Mellitus, which I have had for 14 years. A
hyperglycaemic attack is when there is far too much sugar in your blood, and it causes
symptoms such as: Dehydration, erratic mood swings as well as intensified emotions,
intoxicated like nature, irrational thoughts and behaviour and impaired senses. If left
untreated the sugar poisons your bloodstream. The treatment for this is to inject insulin.
This poem includes a scenario of contact with a person when under this attack.*

Dry.
An incredible thirst from my stomach to
My mouth; I have
You in my squinting vision,
In my parched
Mind’s eye,
Burrowing under my deranged
Over indulgent heart.
Irritating

From deep within, chunky clumps of saccharine venom pollute my eyes,
Heart, thick tongue, lips,
So cracked
So horribly hot, so
Dry, utterly
Unbearable; I crave something and

You are convenient.
The monster, gorged with my glucose
Saturated blood, growls.
A guttural, phlegm filled noise.
I can hear lights in my raw
Sore, nebulous mind,
I can feel the aftertaste
Of your heartbreak.
Come to me, I’ll shout,
Rant without reason,
Cry steaming sugar, I’ll
Vent my hyperactive monster
Until I can rationalise you,
You meagre morsel whom my
Gluttonous thirst wants to Imbibe.
An excruciating need for you arises,
And in my poor, suffering, poisoned psyche I know, I know
I know that you are no more than an Oasis.

Bite back, relief as bitter medicine can fulfil my thirst,
My dehydration.
The cold clear liquid flowing through my arm, under my skin
Cooling this craving.
Dimming my desire.

Soon the supplementary solution soothes,
And I fall into a regular pattern.
My agony weakening;
The heartbreaking need proving to be a swarm of syrup killer bees;
My monster curling up in the spaces of my honey reserves,
Resting until the next unsteady, unstable
Burst for her awakening.

This illness, this condition, this fault in my system needs to be contained,
Or I fear that this itching insanity will cause me
To indulge in unwanted impulses,
To suffer cruel consequences,
To crack.

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Naïve Regrets

Scanning back those typewriter days
Littered with square bracket smiles
Cheeky grins, shameless grabs
Pokes at flesh, searching for sparkles…

The convenient button that popped,
Wide eyed, invisible pleas go unseen
Comparing hands – oh so cliché- stroking your
Rebel’s hair…It’s so soothing when you do that…
Fumbling for fingers, entwine, stroke…
Blasé comments, but blind they fell on deaf ears.

Grins turning to laughter at touch,
Forgetting our place and time
Even when warned by grey matter
Stop touching the lady or I will move you…
Contact overused constantly,
Just stop and stare, connections failed…

Rushing to sever ties, connect fresh ones
Too soon, too soon…
Maturity failed my backwards mind…

However the photos,
Wrapped in arms, smiling innocence
Burn into my strings every time…

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Beginning

I am not one to write of the happiest of years
Or muse at a setting where others would cheer,
I cannot pen a poem for those who I hold dear
For I feel the letters hang whilst the rhyming scheme sneers.
 

Though I would rather talk of eyes, so clear down to the core
And how my heartbeat sighs when I hear his spirit roar,
Of the majesty I find within his locked doors
A simple bond of kind that allows my soul to soar.


Time it seems would halt for the memories I hold
Encased in sheets of silver, bathed in words of gold,
Secrets shared between us and yet not ever told
Entities once separate now bind within one mould.


Endless measured moments spent tracing all our lines
And each strand within them, each curve and dip divine,
In borrowed time we relished as each solemn thread entwined,
The silent start of purity neither yours nor mine
But a life belonging, wherein you and I combine.?

Best Poems Written by Holly King

Dead Love Lasts (Jack & Sally)

Kirsty (One)

Memento Mori

Awaiting Pinhead

Concealing a Battle

Bending Reality

Devil's Emprisonment

Tainted Thirst

Naïve Regrets

Beginning