Tag Archives: Devastation

GUEST POST // Inventing Shadows by Obsidian Visionary

A walking corpse filled with anguish and dread,
The sign of a soul that has too often been bled.
Why would his bright light simply burn out?
Possibly because he is damaged throughout.

Eyes once shined with the innocence of youth,
Now doused by the creeping melancholy of untruth.
Dark and twisted, the only facets of his character,
A battle to the finish where he is not the victor.

Everyday going through the same arduous motions,
Lacking steady faith or unmatched devotion.
He is but a shadow, a stigma on our society
Craving a full blown invasion of privacy.

Exist he does but on a whole other plane,
Stuck on this bleak level, bound by chain.
Creating a shadow but never to leave a mark,
Not on our lives but only in the dark.

by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
© All rights reserved 2014

a Refuge

please, let me to lay
on this cold granitic stone
between grey and grey.

please, let me to say –
I’m exhausted and alone
I feel total splay.

please, let me to flay
I’m ready to give a feast,
I’ll wait birds of prey.

please, let me to stay!
I found my latest refuge
between grey and grey…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Good bye

A night builds own imperium.
A shadow steals my soul.
If my life is aimless delirium
Then death is a worthy goal.

An open window. Like drops of milk
These clouds in anthracite sky.
I finished a verse. I uncurtained silk.
I stepped on the sill. Good bye…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Alone by Purple Creature

The holidays have arrived again, but the phone remains silent.
Cold leftovers, and empty house, filled with shadows,
Of what’s once was, and will never be again…
I walk amongst people, but are familiar with none.
Lines have creased my once vibrant face…
Smaller and arched is now my once proud posture.
ALONE
Life is cruel, it moves all around me, yet ignores me…
Invisible, unremarkable, an after thought…
A very distant forgotten memory I have become…
The touch of another person, the interaction of a conversation,
The glances and recognition that I even exist, are now alien…
Who am I ? What have I become? And how I got here, are questions
I ask myself as I look at the reflection staring back at me…
I am looking at a stranger looking back at me, someone I no longer recognition…
Now… I am truly…
ALONE

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Oops!… We Did It Again (a Devastated look)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018