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Visions From Hell And Others
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Through Me by L Chapman - [70 words]
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TITLE (EDIT)
Visions From Hell And Others |
DESCRIPTION
A collection of verse from the dark side: includes Bloodlust, Ripper, more.
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TITLE KEYWORD
Horror |
AUTHOR
Steven K Mitchell |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Adirondack Mountains born and raised...44 yrs. old... avid athlete... created five interlocking, symbiotic criteria which eliminate the need for the CONCEPTS of nouns, verbs, etc., by maintaing clarity and freeing writers from sequencing constraints inherent in traditional grammar.
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AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
stevenkwriter@yahoo.com |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (4)
Infinity Of Evil And Others (Poetry) More dark poetry. [741 words] [Horror]
Journey To Xzorath (Short Stories) A dark Shaman finds what he seeks... [1,739 words] [Horror]
Spacesuck (Short Stories) Avant-garde sci-fi. [3,206 words] [Science Fiction]
The Steel Circle (Short Stories) Combat unto death! [3,053 words] [Action]
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Visions From Hell And Others
Steven K Mitchell
Visions From Hell
In the corner
sitting on my bed
I feel the thread
which binds me to this reality
Become taut
Soon
this world
will be far behind
vaguely remembered in my mind
The thread snaps
And on my lap
is a mucous green rat
with the face
of a cat
As in a dream
I throw the horror away
but what next greets my eyes
shall remain with me till my dying day
Over there
a tittering bat
perched upon a human head
Here beside me
a monstrous dwarf
fondling himself lewdly
Smells assail me now
First, the stench of brimstone
now, decaying animals
fish I think
Much as I smelled along the shore
before I was banished forevermore
to this shadowy world of evil
What is this world I have fallen into?
Surely that child with the dull gray eyes
cannot mean to pierce me
with that dripping lance
I think it best not to take that chance
This corridor
with it’s toxic smell
and greenish light
is the way to direct my flight
These carven figures down this hall
what sordid sights
figures of the night
and so lifelike
A young girl
decapitated
Here an old man has defecated
and eats it with a spoon
I remember my room
But that was long ago
far away
I must be insane
As the sickening visions rain
I feel no fear
Can it be that in hell all feeling is lost?
Then what the purpose?
Here the corridor divides
I must make up my mind
which path is best?
What a strange thought…
which path is best in hell?
Oh well, let’s take the left
A short way down the hall
I see crimson stairs
Looking up them I meet the stare
of a pair of lambent green eyes
The light is uncertain
yet I glimpse thighs
Naked and female
A delicate musk smell
fills my nostrils
Much as I smell when I visit the brothels
of my nebulous memory life
Perhaps she knows why I’m here?
Up the stairs I step
one by one
till at the top
I see a huge cave
The light is more shadowy than before
it first shows less and then shows more
so I know not what is in store
as I silently enter the cave
Eyes red and staring
burn holes in me
the occasional bodies that I see
are mottled, misshapen, deformed
Sill, I feel no dread
as if my spirit itself were wed
to the darkness and evil
Suddenly green eyes flicker
and there she rests
in a wicker chair
Long black hair caresses her shoulders
and through a scintillate creme robe
her body shows
Full and alluring
For the first time
I feel passion!
Consumed by lust and not rational
I boldly approach the girl
The musk smell fills the air
She rises from the wicker chair
left arm beckoning
Her smile is viciously evil
and full lips cannot conceal
Razor sharp incisors
Do I dare venture closer?
Does the moth flee the flame?
I am filled with shame
yet cannot resist
So consumed with lust am I
before I desist I would rather die
Something I may have already done
We fall together as one
As full lips envelop mine
marble hands search and find my scepter
No I am no specter
For these feelings of pleasure
are no delusion
On this glossed stone floor
we reach the conclusion
While the gibbering creatures
come close as they dare
And burn my back
with their stares
She whispers seductively for the first time
and her words come out as a rhyme
“Now you taste forbidden fruit
you stab me with your lustful spear
and evil has it’s first root
as my master seeks to draw you near
if one more time our bodies entwine
before you can find the thread
when you awaken you shall be mine
and become his when you are dead!”
For a fateful moment memory returns
And though my lust burns brightly
I know I must strive mightily
To find the thread
which snapped as I sat upon my bed
I run back down the crimson stairs!
Hearing obscene laughter I do not dare
to look back for an instant!
Now I’m in the long corridor
and though my lust calls for more
I realize my only hope is to run on
while my mind can see
What my world
used to be
The end of the hall is in my sight
and there in the corner to my right
Is the cat
with the face of a rat
My eyes strive to pierce the uncertain light
for if I am to end my flight
I must find the thread!
There!
Above the strange child that bears the lance
That tiny string
my only chance!
I run to it and grab it
while the child seeks to stab at my thigh!
I sit alone
upon my bed
In my hand
a silken thread
What a dream I just had
and I pray to god on high
I soon let out a fearful scream
for there upon my thigh
Is a bloody rip
as from the tip
Of a lance which resides
In hell!
Bloodlust
Night is liquid black
seeping through cracks
fueling inner fires
where innocence burns
in restless minds
on forbidden, flaming pyres
Flickering licking agony
Strain of knowledge
loss of light
law and order lose the fight
Closed door opens on scarlet possibility…
Food
Depression holds souls
with blackened talons
foreshadowing defeat and death
Cynicism is the devil's tool
encouraging us to see the fool
in everyone, including ourselves
The maggots of society
lie unborn in you and me
waiting for the chance to be free
worming
writhing
feeding on our fears
Moonvisions
Amidst worlds
without end
over eons
of human tragedy
a cold orb has witnessed…
scarlet juices
offered endlessly
in trackless jungles
and timeless deserts
by ghastly worshippers
their flint knives
dully arcing into
human breasts
Over eons
of human tragedy
amidst worlds
without end
the mystical moon bore mute witness…
as flesh melted
seared from the bones
of oriental children
women and men
whose lives were
obliterated
in the mad
magical mushroom
so carelessly unleashed
by heartless neophytes
Amidst worlds
without end
over eons
of human tragedy
the forever spinning sphere
now expectantly
watches me…
Ripper
Stealthily sliding
slime-like
toward pulsing hearts
silent steel blade
in quivering hand…
I See With Poe-Like Vision
Death, decay, defeat, derision
Sometimes
I see
Peace and hope and light
But tonight
I see with Poe-like vision
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"Yes, I think you tell it well. How many dreams seem so real that upon awakening, we feel such relief to know they were not. But it can be frightening to discover tangible evidence that some of what we drempt was indeed real. Like the man who drempt he swallowed a giant marshmallow and woke up to find his pillow gone. (kidding aside) You handle this genre as well as anyone I've read." -- Dick Koss.
"Dear Mr. Koss- Thank you for your kind review, and watch for multiple poetry chapbooks in disparite genres (erotic, inspirational, more)coming soon..." -- Steven K. Mitchell.
"I dunno, I thought the dreams were a little conceptualized. I really shouldn't be one to judge, I have no way of knowing what other people's dreams are like. But my nightmares are usually based a great deal in reality, which is what makes them so frightening. Maybe you read the Inferno the night before. well told though." -- Michael Hunter.
"Dear Mr. Hunter-Allow me to clarify that none of the poems were based on actual dreams." -- Steven K. Mitchell.
"this is the first poetry that i love since i got here. it's great.keep up the good work,steven. i've never had that such idea in my mind. :)" -- Andy Green , greenland.
"Thank you Andy. Please eme if you want more. Steve" -- Steven K Mitchell, USA.
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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
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