Baron Malik (the Knife) of HighHill

Malik the Knife

The Motor City Mad Man

Successor to Baron Fluffy

No known house affiliation

Erroneously know as Arik the Knife

Baron of HighHill

 

 

 

A Freewrite

The waves crash over my head.

I take another breath.

Your words are muffled as I continue to sink.

The creatures from below call to me, pull at my feet.

Soon, I will touch the sand.

Safe from the harsh light of sun, but trapped.

Always trapped.

I take another breath.

Submitted by Cordelia Morgana Gwyndolin

Selkie of the Isles

Neon Nature

Neon Nature

Submitted by Rebecca Montgomery
Child of Lilith
Concubine of the Baron of WhiteSands

I Have Breathed You in Like Fire

I have breathed you in like Fire
You burn in my lungs, in my veins
I can feel you inside
Warming me
Consuming me
Lighting the Forgotten corners of my Soul

I have hid in Darkness
And you come unto me like the Sun
Were you sent to Destroy me?
You could, you know
With a word
With a breath
With a look

I had missed the warmth of life for so long
I had turned numb
Now, my bones ache from the chill
I crave the warmth of your eyes,
Though I know I shall Burn...

Submitted by Lionel Poe
Clan Tremere
Dedicated to Princess Shayla Gwydion of Apples

Nineteen with New Doc Martins

~nineteen with new doc martins

like running clots of blood
drying with time
to black birds nests
the past and present collide sharply
violently
filled with old vomit and ripped journals
I said I never saw you as anything but a piece of paper,
burnt at the beach
brown at the edges-
chocked with seaweed- decaying
with the rolls of fat
too tall in the mirror
breasts made of rocks
the past frozen
unmoving
theaters filling endless tunnels of sandbar memories
filling up time with
timeless drugs
all to collapse at that
moment
when you looked and spoke
the blood was fresh
running
all over me and my life

I am still her
fuck you for making me see that
covered in sand and the joint we smoked on your birthday
that day with my new maroon doc martins
ripping off my shirt in a drunken haze of me trying not to
hurl on your large penis as I sucked it off for the
first time
in that fresh spurt of youth when these
things are new
and I don't really know what men like you are like
thinking this apparation of old buildings and fading candle street lights moments like these exist without the pills and alcohol and plays and words of the early thirties nineteen again and broken but not cracked enough.

now part adult
part pathetic
feeling small
like a woman
all I can think as you repeat
"you're married
you're married"
You saw that small
squishable pea I used to be

I want to you go away now
I don't know what I have become
or what my life is going to
decaying birds nest covered with drying blood
in a rotting theater
going nowhere
you rubbing it in at the edges with your paper lips
and paper heart
brittle sticks breaking all over my breakable life.


Submitted by "The Invisible Monster"

Path to the Mushroom Kingdom

Path to the Mushroom Kingdom






Submitted by Lord Hanover Fiste of HighHill

Sin Will Spread No More

In your bed left unmade,
In your room you should have stayed,
not in the quiet moonlit glade
in which met you my blade
a high price you now have paid
now sleep in ground on which I prayed.

I ask that sin will spread no more.

Ever haunted were my visions,
though dismissed with some derision,
the whispers demanded my attention
and second guessed each decision
exaggerated each ambition
until it came to be my mission
to bring unto fruition
by ghostly intuition
with unholiest indiscretion
murder became my intention

I ask that my sin will spread no more.

In the shadows I now hide,
searching for peace denied,
only to you I confide,
through feelings without snide
new trade shall be applied
on victim of pride,
ever more til I've died.

Then my sin will spread no more.


Submitted by His Lordship Arik the Knife, Baron of HighHill

My Blue Rose