Other Than I

Time, within the possession of me reaching the far edge

Of the train, has vanished from existence,

As well as the recollection, of this blood stain

That appears, not to be my own, as well as the blade

Carried, in my trembling hand, also bathed in the unknown,

I can hear my heart’s chatter, louder than the metal clanking,

I throw my sight, from side to side, trying to gain a sense

Of what lies behind me, a puzzle, missing its fragments,

As panic, digs it’s talons inside the teetering tower,

I wonder where my mind had slipped to,

Had it betrayed me in my worst moment

Only to awaken me in the dark depths of chaos,

Suffocating in my own narrow gullet, lost inside,

I have to shed this skin, and can’t let myself be seen

As I peak through the crack of the door sliding

Opening wider, with the grooves of the tracks,

Seeing a deserted hall, creeping out deeper,

Into the shrouded gallery, pushing through the shackles

Held firmly, around my entire person, hindering

The way forward, oozing through, to the next car,

Finding a place, to cleanse the black eye,

I get in, and immediately lock the door

And just stare, at myself in reflection, and I’m unrecognizable,

Who is this before me, possessing my heart,

That seems to be moribund, pale, faced with horror

Spilled upon myself, unable to wash it all away,

A knock upon the door, but I cannot find my voice,

The handle rattles, as the knocking continues,

Getting louder, deafening within the stall

As I feel my blood, a fury cooking up to my pulsating mind,

And then it ceases, releases its fist from my throat,

But then I see myself again, pooled in more death,

With the body next to me, with the knife I firmly held

Now driven into a man’s skull, with fear frozen,

My expression is vacant, drugged into a lost fervor,

I make a discovery, hidden within my breast pocket

As I retrieve a wallet, alien to me, also stained,

Inside it I find the owners image, and I recognize

The face, in a flash I see myself boarding

And into my vision, this man appears with a smile,

Introduces himself with a hand upon my shoulder

Guiding me to his quarters, where he rips into my head,

Diving into the recesses of repression, and discovers

My hidden desires, my anger, my violence,

And brings it back to life, I am not I no longer,

And I come back from the cloaked memory,

Studying the sight of me, my eyes, fingers and lips,

Are those other than I, I am now a person of death,

A walking scythe, alluding the fear I once cowered under.

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The Eternal Wasteland

Have I reached, the end of the abyss?

Thick, dry humid air, as if I’ve decended

To the highest low point, swallowing it’s pungent breath,

All that once was, has been depleted, spilling sand

Through broken fingers, and watching it weather away,

I dredge my mind, only to unearth the insipid spider,

Feeding off the random streaks of light, snuffed

Into the outer limits, beyond what I can consume,

There is no death, only the stale walk

Around the repetitive process, which melts my strength

And locks me, into a sinking standstill peering

Into the void, leaving behind the evacuation,

Even as I hear the fire, cracking in the distance,

Separating will, from defeat, it becomes an added strain

To the constant emphatic emptiness, dawning

Doubt, feeding it my own thoughts, that expand its stretch,

My mind bears it’s incompetence, through the stutter

Of my empty page because my hand won’t move

The eager pen gracing the openness, that haunts me,

The way forward seems so daunting, all because the horizon

Has been lost to me, for all there is, stews in this wasteland,

So is this the end?

Have I done all that I can?

I fear for my mind, that’ll go mad from wondering

Inside its own den, stuck within the familiar landscape,

Bricked up under the shadows that creep from the past,

Am I doomed to this Purgatory, awaiting no end,

For all that I once held tight, is now flickering

Way beyond the rattle of the gate, and I, a spectator

To life continuing around me, suffering from

The dread of the foreboding, which overpowers hope,

Existence of any inclination of an escape,

Back into the spirited, slips past me and into that terror

I can’t camouflage from, the wasteland is my open casket,

Laying my mind deeper into the murky world,

Nothing left to say,

Nothing left to inscribe,

I’ve told all my stories,

Until I reach this world’s end.

Trail Through the Dark Forrest 

A frozen grasp runs down my throat, 

And into my heart, clutching it, hindering 

The procession, an inkling of what lies ahead, 

The dense silence that echoes in a swarm, 

Cannot perturb my anxious forage 

Through the towering darkness, haunting 

Every step further into desperation, 

Short strides against the grain, into the growl

That enters, from the darkest depths, 

Time speeding to its end, a rolling mist slinking 

Into my sight, as I become the missing one, 

Photo wrapped onto posts, I cling onto the trail

Vanishing beyond the lost, seeking out for me, 

My light starts to fade, crippled in the dread, 

Everything around me starts to blend together 

And no longer do I have a path, 

No longer do I need it, 

An intense burning cold surfaces, 

Am I still going into the abyss, floating 

In the black hole, bringing me to reveal 

What I’ve searched through this abandonment, 

The sinking ground that has consumed so many, 

But I’ve unearthed it, only to be buried, 

Slowly lowering, closing ends to the Everlast 

And concluding with contentment, the trail 

Has claimed its loneliest victim. 

Hiding From Yourself 

She hollows the soil of her secluded island, dredging 

Her own quarantine, for this is not paradise, 

Staring at an unfriendly pale light, that hawks 

Down at her, bringing forth her altered state, 

Running from death, that was perched upon her bust 

She now finds herself within a battle to her own demise, 

She howls as she turns, growing fangs and claws 

That have torn apart the unsuspecting, 

She fought to keep sanity off the hissing noose, 

Yet she would find herself drunk off the gore of the dead

That had been displayed by herself to discover

Her own macabre, the monster that persists within, 

Uncontrollable she has buried herself below 

The full moon that she desperately hides from, 

But her eye consimes it, she’s caught in the hypnotic glow

As shadowed hands rip off her flesh, leaving horror 

She couldn’t suppress anymore, the monster 

That terrorizes every blink of her solace, 

But the island lays barren, and the noose

Already tight around her neck. 

One Star at a Time 


The depth that surrounds you can be overwhelming 

to any new voyager, so ease them in by showing

One star at a time and let them discover 

The complex galaxies that have blended together

 To create the vast land that lays before them 

Let the gate open, let down the shield and find 

The courage, sink all doubts to the crushing bottom, 

You don’t need them anymore, 

Float the key above the clouds where stars 

Have aligned for her, sink the disguise kept 

In the back of your mind, 

Float onto the insanity of the galaxies, 

They are what makes is glimmer brilliantly,

Display it all, one star at a time. 

Master of Monsters 

The boy places himself in front of the portal

With a small burlap sack, containing stolen scraps 

Of dwelling fear, held locked past sight of clothes 

Scurriedly hung amongst forgotten toys, 

Is a prison for those, no one else would dare

Capture, for they lay awaiting the sting of his voice

While holding a piece of them, pressing into his palm

Repeating  their name, to come forward from darkness,

A slave to his calling, obliterating sense and sensibility 

As these beasts must obey beyond their engravings,

A vigil for their once most sacred possession, their custom,

With a shrapnel of hoof, he swallows the name, 

Ekimmu! Softly said to himself in huddled light 

But it’s an eruption within the beasts torn apart mind, 

Its eyes became a pale vacancy, as it was triggered

By the distant call from the boy, sitting there still

Speaking now, directly to this overshadowing Beast,

Expressing desire for revenge to be taken upon another,

A broken down, once innocent boy, ordering monsters

To bring forth a fear, dormant in us all until awoken

By the terror that only these creatures can evoke, 

A shadow, cast overhead, perched on the shoulders

Of the fearful, stalked by possibility of return,

For fear, is presented in the absence of cognition,

Yet, the boy frozen in trance holds this weapon 

To use against those inside the gathered crowd,

A band of human monsters, the vultures of the playground, 

Taunt the boy, as his heart thumps through his own halls

Growing louder with every squawk thrown 

At the nervous boy, shaking from the overcast,

Hanging like a noose, with nowhere else to disappear to,

He keeps getting beaten, into himself, shrinking 

To the absorbing ground, his bones picked dry

By the carnivorous hellions, at ease with their sin, 

Drugging through the shame in his fresh bruises

He carefully enters his home, to not wake the snoring giant,

Finally clicks the door locked, he’s safe now,

No one can harm him, or trip him into a never ending fall,

He can be amongst himself, without any fear, until

The night takes over the room, and no light can intrude,

Shadows dance along the walls of his room, as he covers

Under his blanket, hiding from fear peeking in,

The closet door knocks, once, twice, louder and louder

Impatiently waiting for the boy to pry open past fright,

The knocking envelopes the boy and runs to the door

Flings it open to unveil, no one, darkness amongst

His own inanimate possessions, slightly wavering, 

Entranced in confusion, not noticing the rising shadow

Towering over him, reaching out to awaken him,

As a feathered touch, spins the boy to see before him

A ferocious monster, that seems to be smiling at him, 

Still, fear burst inside as the boy fell into the closet 

Fumbling for the doorknob, which the beast firmly held,

A single finger against pursed lips, trying to ease him,

As the creature speaks,

“Hello young one, my name is Ekimmu,

I come from beyond your portal

Where I roam with other like me,

We are Fear, protectors of scares this world,

You, my young boy, have too much fear,

And have been voted to receive a guardian.”

The creature takes out a burlap sack, and picks

A piece representing his chosen guardian, 

A fragment of a sharp tooth, 

“Here, a totem of fear to call your guardian

That will ward off your swarming dread,

All you need to do, is hold the totem 

And whisper his name, Rangboon.”

The boy holds the totem, studying the shape

And then finds the burlap sack, being placed 

Back into Ekimmu’s low hanging pocket,

The boy speaks,

“I need more than one guardian,

I have numerous enemies that attack me

Who deserve to be scared away.”

“But young one, this guardian is to protect 

By scaring those who bully the fearfilled ones,

Like you, full of fear and no haven,

Your guardian will only scare enough,

We monsters do not over scare, we regulate

Fear forced into this world, silent guardians

Until we need to be seen, to scare terror,

You will find your ease now, 

Trust your guardian.”

Ekimmu hugs the boy, and vanishes into the closet,

The boy sits in front of the portal, with the stolen sack,

Pick pocketed from the unsuspecting beast,

He calls Ekimmu back, along with his guardian Rangboon,

With the possession of the burlap sack, the boy has control 

Over all the monsters, forcing more out from hiding,

To follow, to steal restful breath from those unknown

In the realm of fear, dragged down into their own suffering, 

Four monsters in four different rooms, perched above

Four different beds, with eyes piercing red 

Each monster’s vision becomes the boy’s, 

Watching the fear overcome, the vultures become prey,

As the boy becomes the master of monsters, of Fear.

Between the Growl and the Fog

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My escape has been stunted, by the murky unknown
That stretches out before me, radiating
The creeping darkness, crawling towards me
From out the thick blindness, that I must get through,
The decaying bridge wavers in my hesitation
As the growling, grows louder behind me
Shaking the stiffled limbs that refuse to thaw,
Where will I be, if I strain into the ingesting fog?
Can I truly outrun the steady pursuant familiar
With my stench, studied my vacant steps
In the forever desert of consciousness,
Can I hurdle the giant’s stalk to make it past
My glooming premonition, stalking me,
Slithering my step an inch further down
While the growl pervades and interrupts the silence,
Which, in turn, forces another inch by inch
Until I’m fully immersed, into the coddling,
Sentenced to the overshadowed distance,
Lost, to the growl that has plummeted down
Into the looping void, still in its search,
I’ve failed in my escape, I’ve chosen the wrong side.

Within

Reduce silence, demands the moment
When he kneels at her presence,
Clutching his heart, trying to suppress
The spew of his emotions,
Feeling the chill of her gaze upon him,
And the heat of her breath, swallowing him,
She then started climbing down
From her pedestal, her steps
Echoing, through his armor, pervading
His self bounded steel,
Yet all she has to do, is haunt his wound,
Placing her hand,
Upon his quivering shoulder,
Then reaching in, for what he tries
To shield, from her invasion
Upon his shattered crest,
Every time she grabs hold, his breathing
Halts, as if he had forgotten how to,
Iced over and left for the stalking truth,
He is deathly afraid
Of the world.

©DorianPoe 2016

Fairytale Have No Fear

In a solitary confinement, the colossal
Dismal creature stalks the scorched plank,
Lining up it’s prey upon its platter,
Paralyzed, to the plate she whimpers
Fighting against the dread of his bite,
Immersed in the pulsating moments
Of when the ivory blade
Would strike upon her, while the beast
Salivates In her blood, swallowing, by the pint,

Where art thou, dear hero?
What fairytale have you gone into
And forgotten this fair maiden?

While the silent fire ignites in reflection,
All senses, return from the abyss,
The hero rises, from the hollow black
To find the sand is wasting,
His sight, beckons for her,
As he finds the beast, swiping
His tongue across his lips,
With the maiden, in it’s grasp,
Our hero lunges, with his burning blade
Slicing through the solemn echoes
Of the beasting growl,
And strikes!

The hero rose, dismantled within
To fight against what all feared.

©DorianPoe 2016

Words

Her lips tremble before she speaks
As if death, was imminent,
As soon as a word, exhaled
From beyond her gullet,
She’d be lost to the echoing darkness,
Her tongue eclipsed, by emotion
Caged, kept in the pulsating fist,
Gripping tighter, suffocating thought,
Until, that moment, blends
Into an endless cold, engulfing ocean,
But they’re just words,
Held high above the heart,
We create in our diluted mind
These patterned vibrations
That crush and obliterate us,
Because we allow it.

©DorianPoe 2015