Repentance Of A Port Forgotten By Time By Tracey Sivek & JPR

Primal energies weave through as the ocean meets the sea. Calm waters with mad minds.

Ever-changing tides, churning the depths up and out as an unheard scream gets lost in the winds.

Towards an expanse vacant as the feelings that no longer exist yet, we strain to maintain this facade praying none may view the cracks.

Falling into each wave, begging the universe to cradle the demons within, or just aid in the escape, or simply, just simply cast them into the depths of the void.

As we await what may never return, at candlelit tables apart in spirit, occupied in form only.

The requiem of a night’s promise gone sour.

The tides move delicately, yet ever haunting is the music to resonate the wind’s continued dance of strained existence.

Etched in time, in the shadows people seek to see, the witch holds the bloody memories in a clasped hand for all eternity. The bitterness will never yield to forgiveness.

Deadlights and false fronts in a hollow seaport the light exudes as equal a warning of its inhabitants as its rocky shore’s embrace.

What was, will certainly bleed, trapped in photographs of a town.

Now, forever, out of time.

Tracey is a native of Northern Michigan.  She has work on Writerscafe and Cosmofunnel.  She is also the Author of "Zero Evidence of Life" found on lulu.com. Her publications include The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , The Rye Whiskey Review and The Dope Fiend Daily.

JPR, is a southern gothic writer his work has been published by.

Disturb The Universe, Horror Sleaze Trash, Piker Press, Fixator Press, The Dope Fiend Daily, Punk Noir Magazine, It Takes All Kinds A Literary Zine, Spill The Words and Fearless Poetry Zine.

His work is often dark and always unfiltered.

Seeking Sanity~ by Tracey Sivek

Pandora's box has been tightly sealed 

remnants of what once was 

is scattered now in northerly winds 

...vision is lost 

Dying time wages on 

like a war between 

decay and the stillborn 

Fighting something that 

cannot be seen 

while loving with third eye open 

...soul retrieval countdown 

Drifting between yesterday 

and today 

That is where the sun meets moon 

Survival of the fetus hidden inside the blind 

spots of a road overly traveled 

leaves healing as the daily mantra 

...be reborn or die 

So black and white is the palate 

of this life 

...the answers lie in the dark side of the moon 

Seeking Sanity~

Tracey is a native of Northern Michigan.  She has work on Writerscafe and Cosmofunnel.  She is also the Author of "Zero Evidence of Life" found on lulu.com.
Her publications include .
The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , The Rye Whiskey Review and The Dope Fiend Daily.

Within The Vacant Chambers Of A Lost Soul By JPR

Barred windows view, its screams can never equal the torments within.

To suffer is the nature of this existence, to challenge the borders of normalcy.

We must suffer the consequences, as so it's told by those which do not offer solace.

Breaking bones to repeat sins of your darkest desires, we are mortal, and mortals are wicked by design.

Take the punishment and return it with a loving sense of malice.

Enjoy this retribution, for you are the only one that rules over this domain.

A forged alliance signed in blood is the lie’s strength of an invisible pact.

We do - on a small scale - what the power-hungry swine do without question upon the blink of an eye.

Torch it to cinder as you laugh in spite.

What if the only consequence lingered upon this realm?

As we lock away the vile, along with the innocent, casting killers who, if not guilty, certainly by appearance suit the role.

Torments of the uncertain pleas of the accused.

The barred windows view trapped only the flesh in a murders row of judgemental fools.

A solid aforementioned hell's false perception.

As so it's preached in ignorance.

Won't you join us in this lesser form of Heaven?

We all fade either way.

Life is a prison for which I do cherish the thought of escape.

JPR, is a southern gothic writer his work has been published by.

Fixator Press, Disturb The Universe, The Dope Fiend Daily, The San Pedro River Review, Horror Slease Trash,  It Takes All Kinds Literary Zine, Piker Press and Punk Noir Magazine.

The Intrusion Of Light, The Promise Of Death By John Patrick Robbins

My pages whisper truths far older than my own.

The pains suffered to pen a legacy, the frauds all snicker, the innocent just somehow always get caught somewhere in the middle.

These wounds remain open, as your suffering is but music to my ears.

For my sands are spent, but I won't go out silent.

Your treason, my wrath; combined is the mixture. I never create to be included, but I will happily make you part of this murder’s scene.

Squeeze and erase, run while you can. Slither as serpents; the fire’s faster than pleas to empty skies.

Test my patience, and I will equally test your tolerance for pain’s divine reckoning.

I exist, dancing upon an ever-so-fragile coil.

Awaiting death, embracing the exquisite excesses of life.

I won't go silent but test me again, and I can promise I won't go out alone either.