Sweet screams

Sweet screams
By AJ O’Brien

Through tunnels midnight red
sail addictive dreams,
turning into monsters
tearing at the seams.

Breaking up, falling down
no life giving powder,
seeking her God
can’t scream any louder.

Eyes running on empty
so cold the wind blows
seeking her God,
and so it goes.

Shooting up
shot way down
climbing the streets,
In search of Master Brown.

And her God appeared,
so the demon spikes in.
But he is pure, uncut.
A cardinal sin.

Unleashed, the killer attacks,
no prisoners no sorrow.
and for another dead life,
no tomorrow.

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Narcissus

Narcissus
By AJ O’Brien.

Sanctuary Oh sanctuary
hidden behind the eyes,
an empty pool of light
caught within a truth,
disembowelling hungry lies.

And he did bleed words
of hope and fear,
intoxicated by love of self
embracing his other,
within a reflection clear.

So sweet the kiss of another
Oh how the soul can roam,
but to love thy self
within a heart darkest,
one is sure to die alone.

Standing alone

Standing alone
By AJ O’Brien.

God made me
but I am broken,
no time for reality
for death has spoken.

I climb the walls of insanity
my mind is burning black,
will someone let me in
for I cannot turn back.

I hear the voice of reason
a thousand miles away,
it whispers words of peace
on this, my darkest day.

Somewhere Blue

Somewhere Blue
By AJ O’Brien.

Upon copper coated highways
that dance from here to there,
drove a man of substance
in search of something rare.

Beneath a sky of sorrows
that fell up and down,
he came upon, Somewhere Blue.
A strange little town.

The people were all broken
their houses the colour red,
and in every front garden
did lay, something dead.

The man of substance
looked at the sky of sorrows,
and knew within his heart
there would be, no more tomorrows.

Beyond Black

Beyond Black
By AJ O’Brien.

Barbaric thoughts collide
beneath a children’s sky
and paint the earth
an innocent red.
So the toll is many,
wishing only life
die a hideous demise.

Resurrected black dreams
spewing from minds obscene
inhale the screams of carnage.
And death is innocent
filling their emptiness,
forever broken, yet seeking
the reason why.

Lost

Lost
By AJ O’Brien.

Self inflicted pain
beneath a haunting tune,
can’t turn down the volume
it’s far too soon.

And blindly stepping
from a bridge a distant hue
wearing tears of shame
as she does what she must do.

Slipping through emptiness,
she fell among the dead,
drowning in forgotten words
that no one ever read.

Beginners

Beginners.

A 50 word story

By AJ O’Brien.

For the first time both boys

were in a haunted house.

As they crept from room to room

Barry stopped and whispered,

“I don’t want to do this.”

“Me either. But what else can we do?”

replied Tommy.

“This is our first haunted house,

and we’re the ones haunting it.”