Pestilence and Plague

Pestilence and Plague
A narrative about a tumultuous death in Pestilence and Plague
By: Julian Javier
Date Created: May 10, 2011 @ 7:12AM GMT +8
Date Revised: December 29, 2011 @ 10:51AM GMT +8
 

To whom the bell tolls,


 

Stricken by a curse, the land was plagued…
With the misery it brought, no one can be saved…
Death was the deliverance the pestilence hastily paved…

 

In this account, feel the agony it gave…
See what horror these eyes saw in the turmoil it made…
May this deliver the agony it gave before the will to live caved…

 

From the inside, the body burning violently…
The mind and body in intense pain and pure agony…

 

Feeling pain to which no one can endure…
Both physical and mental torture…

 

A nightmare while wide awake and sane…
Understanding the difference between relief and pain…

 

Comfort is what medicine fails to give…
Wishing to die yet still desiring to live…

 

Having no appetite yet starving and famished…
Enduring the final moments of pain and anguish…

 

By the Pestilence, virulently afflicted…
Viability coercively subjugated…
Savagely obliterated…

 

By the Plague, miserably tormented…
Vitality ruthlessly being desecrated…
Climatically devastated…

 

Finally the hour of death…
Struggling to fight for each and every last breath…
Coughing out a horrid substance like of crud…
Through open wounds, leaking drops of crimson blood…

 

Under the sun amidst it’s scorched earth collapsing…
Sprawled on the dirt gasping for air strenuously ailing…
Finally, the moment that has long been found wanting…
Cherishing past memories to the long awaited ending…

 

“Farewell…”

 

All that was left was a foul and lifeless flesh to be undone…
To decompose and decay under the blazing hot mid-day sun…
A vile sight with a putrid stench that is dreadfully disgusting…
Utterly defiled and detestably nauseating…

 

Virally Your's,
The Pestilent One


 

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Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter
A Helter-Skelter of Power
By: Julian Javier
Date: December 10, 2011 @ 1:34AM
 

Eyes wide open with unobstructed vision…
Blood coursing through my veins in hasty progression…
Limbs aided with graceful precision…
Senses dignified with foretelling intuition…

 

Shrouded in a mist of undaunted audacity…
Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of incalculable vitality…
With courage to overcome fear and accept reality…
Navigating the depths of the oceans of sane insanity…

 

Feeling no more pain, no more agony…
A hint of sought for immortality…
Caught in a moment of absolutely elated frenzy…
Burning with rage cradled in tenacity…

 

The mind clear of all distractions…
Comprehending deeper than the deepest of the earth’s vast oceans…
Discerning truth amidst a haze of serpentine delusions…
Unwavering and confident with chosen resolutions…

 

Determined to achieve anything…
Resolved to start from the very beginning…
By all means necessary amidst turmoil persevering…
With enduring demeanor to conclude with a concrete ending…

 

With such said gifts…
An insatiable gaping rift…
A relentless force carrying sanity adrift…

 

Into a whirlpool of discomfort and distress…
Beneath the depths of the seas of madness…

 

A soul fallen…
By sharp gripping talons!
Hastily stolen!

 

Engulfed in a deep trench of dreadful madness…
An empty husk…
walking…
talking….
yet dead and lifeless…

 

Caught in the apogee of interim blithe…
Amidst the shelter of madness’ light…
Intoxicated within insanity’s frenzied plight…

 

Smuggled deep into the eternal depths of harassing torment…
Sentient to the subject of the coming, lasting, and dreadful lament…
Amidst the most scenic and momentous of fate’s events…

 

Knowing what the chosen endeavor begets…
Conquering what lies ahead before it was beset…
Accepting fate before it was painstakingly set…
Never harboring any sort of grievous regret…

 

A Dark Rift Awaits


 

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The Lurker

The Lurker
A Halloween Haiku about a Dark Presence
By: Julian Javier
Date: October 31, 2011 @ 10:09PM GMT +8
 

Burrowed and waiting…
Ravenous and dark presence…
Lurking the shadows…

 

The Lurker


 

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Corvinus

Corvinus
A Vampire’s Tale of Love and Suffering
Chapter 1: The Turning
A Halloween Special: The Pilot Episode
An Attempt on Poetic Novels
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 31, 2011 @ 9:04PM GMT +8
 

DISCLAIMER:
This novel attempt is but a draft as of yet. the title, the story line, and the characters are also subject to change. So, please bear with the cliches of chapter 1. If you wish you can treat chapter 1 as a prologue. Enjoy and thank you for reading. Have a nice halloween!

~ Corvinus ~
CHAPTER 1: The Turning

 

It was a cold and well lit night
The full moon was shining proud and bright
alone I was walking under the city lights
Self-contemplating, oblivious of everything else in sight

 

Finding no more purpose and no more reason to live
Finding no one with love to give
With nothing more to lose and nothing more to believe
Confused, wishing to die while still wishing to live

 

Unbeknownst of the presence that is inkling
The presence of the death dealer watching
In my wavering state I have been found wanting
Caught in the eyes of the hunter that was stalking

 

In the blink of an eye, even with all might, I was easily captured
Gazing upon her crimson eyes like that of a Raven’s,
I was weakened and mesmerized like was hypnotized
My strength and my will became like that of a ship that was capsized

 

Piercing my flesh draining me of life slowly
Savouring every ounce feeding off the life in me
then halting suddenly, she looks at me as if with mercy
Little did I know that she found me worthy
To cease being the hunted and be like the great hunter that is She
Weakened as I was, I passed out slowly

 

feeling a dead coldness as I awakened
still intensely pale and weakened
There she was staring at me around the bend
In an instant she was beside me

 

Piercing her skin compelling me to feed
Feeling this intense weakness and hunger in me
I succumbed to the temptation and fed voraciously
With the desire of draining every ounce of her intently
Enough! She exclaimed weakly
I stopped hesitantly while she fell weakened quickly

 

After a moment of feeding
I felt intense pain and agony as if I was burning
Then she tells me that I am dying
That from the inside I was virulently changing
Slowly dying to be reborn cursed with life unending
To be reborn as a corrupted being

 

In that moment I saw Lord Death visiting me
And then he waved goodbye saying he will never ever come back for me
With a sudden rush I opened my eyes like a newborn child
Then a sudden influx of ardour to feed filled me

 

Reborn with thirst for crimson blood that which is unquenchable
And hunger that which is insatiable
Seizing to be the hunted and becoming the hunter, the monster
Clever, beautiful, and alluring with sophistication that which is incomprehensible

 

Forever wandering
Constantly stalking
Constantly preying
Constantly hunting
Constantly waiting for a killing
Constantly thirsting for a blood letting

 

Cursed to always remember what has passed
Cursed to witness what the future may pass
Cursed to see what’s currently at hand
A soul damned to forever roam the land

 

To be continued…

 

Gazing upon her crimson eyes like that of a Raven’s, I was weakened and mesmerized, like was hypnotized. My strength and my will became like that of a ship that was capsized.


 

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Fallen

Fallen
A Tragic Story…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 24, 2011 @ 4:53PM GMT +8
 

Stricken down smitten…
A soul torn to utter ruin…

 

Kicked out to rejection…
Never again to find redemption…

 

Betrayed but marked as the betrayer…
Condemned to be damned forever…

 

Cast out to chaos…
Banished to be lost…

 

Exiled to pure darkness…
Destined to be devoured by the crazed madness…

 

Never again to find peace…
Forever never ever to be at ease…

 

Hauling too heavy a burden…
Amidst the plains of torment…

 

With limbs crippled and broken…
Struggling to stand back up and walk again…
With wings black and broken…
Striving to be able to fly again…

 

Always hoping and constantly praying…
That it’s all but a dream that’s slowly fleeting…
To soon wake up with black wings spread wide through the skies soaring…
Glimpses of light and hope inkling while slowly dissipating…

 

With life unending yet inside slowly dying…
Bound to the land of the living…
Amidst pain, turmoil, and constant suffering…
Hoping and praying for a saviour that’s never coming…

 

The Fallen


 

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A False Hope

A False Hope…
A poem about finite infinity…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 5, 2011 @ 7:19PM GMT +8

I guess it’s now over…
… if not near end…
I’m again mindful and sober…
From this day of ecstasy…
…drunk with pseudo infinite power…
… if not near end…
It’s almost over…

 

I am dead if not dying…
Within myself hardly breathing…
Clarity decimating…
Within myself sanity’s grip is losing…

 

Must have energy…
Must gain more sanity…
From the fumes of insanity…
… that slowly corrupts me…

 

Take my life…
And give me your overflowing vitality…
Your sought for finite infinity…

 

Take my heart…
Just bring me happiness…
Lift me up from this overwhelming sadness…

 

Take my soul…
And bring me soundness…
Take me away from this forlorn madness…

 

Set to forget…
What false power has set…
Within self doubt I am again beset…
My life caught amidst insanity’s net…

 

Transient power depleting…
Slowly fleeting…
Slowly fading…
Into thin air dissipating…
All is but a lucid dream…
A dance with the devil both deadly and fulfilling…

 

My death fast approaching me…
The Red Raven awaits me…

 

The Raven awaits me...


 

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A Sudden Rush

A Sudden Rush
An Unorthodox Choka Poem of a Euphoric Torment…
A Story of a Soul who found an Interim Happiness, Slowly Fading Away…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 1, 2011 @ 8:16PM GMT +8
 

Rushing through my veins…
A torrent of vehemence…

 

My pain dissipates…
A renewed vigour once more…

 

Keeping me alive…
In the moment of pure bliss…

 

And within myself…
Fusing with my ebb and flow…
Swarming my senses…
A deluge of ideas…
A frenzied influx of thoughts…

 

My spirit reveals…
What I can’t see through the haze…
Clear moments, so ecstatic…
My soul slowly oozing out…
Every drop of life within…

 

Through all provisions…
Moments of infinity…
All vain facades..
And interim nirvana…
I’m flourishing through torment…

 

Calmly I’m fading…
Converging with euphoria…
Through life’s destined end…

 


 

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