Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

I am not a bad man, at least I do not consider myself as being bad. I live in an ordinary house, in a quiet suburb. I used to work as a bookkeeper but these days I am on a disability pension.

I had a normal childhood, I was a only child and my parents and I were very close, however I was definitely not spoiled, just loved very much. You could say that I was shy and rather timid, very much a loner.

Unlike many other children I did not pull the wings of flies or torment the local pet population. The thought of violence made me physically ill, and blood, I would faint at the sight of it. That led to a lot of teasing at times.

When I reached my late teens I had not even talked to a girl let alone dated one. In my mid twenties my parents had just about given up hope of becoming grandparents. You could imagine their surprise when I turned up with a female. Not just a female but one who was extremely beautiful.

It became quickly apparent to them that she was as timid and shy as I was and just as much a loner. We had literally run into each other and after we helped each other up we started talking. We quickly realised that we were kindred spirits.

We continued to see each other and by the end of the year we decided to wed. my parents were overjoyed as were hers. You could say that against the odds we had found each other.

For over twenty years we quietly lived our life. We had two beautiful daughters who were totally different from us. They were outgoing and the life of the party, like a breath of fresh air.

But children grow up and leave home to pursue their dreams. We missed them for they had brought so much joy to us, but they came and visited often.

It was on a Saturday night that we went out, one of those rare occasions when we ventured forth. There was not much that would tempt us to leave home, but this was a movie we both wanted to see.

We were so engrossed in discussing it as we walked back to the car that we did not see the man approach us. The first I knew about it was as the knife entered my chest.

I felt the cold of the knife and the burning of the pain. As I slipped to the ground I could see him attack Alice. I heard her scream and then blackness took hold of me.

I awoke in the hospital, they had only just managed to drag me back from death. Apparently I had flat lined three times. When I questioned them about Alice I instantly knew the answer by the sadness on their faces.

This hunger is becoming so great that I need to slake it. I find myself wandering in a neighbourhood that somehow looks familiar. It suddenly hits me, this is where I used to live and as I continue down the street I see a person I used to know. How deliciously humorous, it is Jim.

As we get closer he recognises me and the expression on his face changes. he stops and stares at me, his look reminds me of a lost puppy.

“Claire is it really you?”

I gave no answer, just stood there, my face giving nothing away. Since I had been, shall we say turned, my appearance had become more youthful. I could see that he was moved by my appearance. He was so easy to read, all the emotions on his face and yes, even lust was there.

“I have missed you so much Claire. I was a fool to leave you for that silly young girl. It didn’t last, she left for another man.”

Still I said nothing, just stood there gazing at him. A faint smile played at the corners of my mouth and that he must have seen as encouragement.

“I’ve been looking for you but you never seem to be home. What do you say to giving it another go. We were good together and I know that we can overcome this.”

Finally the smile widened and covered my face. I opened my arms wide.

“Come to me Jim,” and as he came into my arms I whispered, “welcome to hell.”

A scream escaped his lips as my teeth sank into his neck, but it was short lived and quickly turned into gurgling as I drained the life from him. I drained every drop of blood from him. There would be no coming back for Jim.

The hunger is upon me once again. It gnaws incessantly at my innards, demanding to be fulfilled. My hunger screams at me, only blood will satisfy it, warm, coppery taste of blood. This craving will intensify and reach a level where I no longer have any control over it. To a point where I become almost an mindless entity seeking only self gratification.

How did I become this way? I was not always like this. There was a time I had a husband, children and a home. It was a semi-detached with a white picket fence and climbing roses out front. Admittedly it was not the nicest part of town but it was home and we were happy, or so I had thought.

I lived in ignorance until the night Jim came home and confessed everything. The lies, the cheating, one affair after another. Then he dropped the bombshell, he was leaving me for some twenty year old bimbo. My whole world came crashing down in a matter of minutes.

I stormed out of the house into the night. I needed to get away for I could no longer look at him without being consumed by disgust. Nearly thirty years of marriage and to end like this. I had given him everything and yet he betrayed me like this, cast aside like an old worn out toy.

I wandered the streets, my mind in turmoil. My mood swung between pity for myself and rage at him, and even the thought of suicide entered my mind. All the while I wandered aimlessly unaware of my surroundings.

I ended up outside a dingy Café and on a whim I entered. It was like a movie set out of the fifties. Booths lined the walls and apart from the man behind the counter there was a single customer in the corner booth.

I slid into a booth and studied the menu, which was rather difficult in this dim light. I don’t even know why I was looking at the menu for food was the furthermost thought from my mind. I didn’t even notice the waiter until he placed a coffee in front of me and left without saying a single word.

I was slowly sipping my coffee, totally oblivious to all, so it came as a shock when a soft voice spoke.

“Mind if I join you?”

It was the customer from the corner booth. I was about to reject his request but something in his voice stopped me. It was so soft and smooth, almost hypnotic and I found myself nodding in acquiescence.

He slid into the seat opposite me. We talked for hours and it seemed to be so natural. I felt no fear when he leaned across the table and bit my neck. I felt the fire of the bite and when I came to I had become like him, a creature of the night. In the last second he had spared me and not taken my life.

It's been 72 days since I was dumped
on this God forsaken planet, left to
lanquish in clefts and in the horrid
black caves of planet 24-L-666, a
rogue desolate planet located some
46.3 billion light years from earth.
My crime: I stole the classified documents
from the vault of the Iron Sanctuary, the
records kept by the Blue Pepsi Clan, an
organization run by demented biologists
who had taken over the world some 700
years ago when they had defeated the
contenders for world power, ' The Lizzard Spit
Mutants.'
I had discovered that the whole human race
had been genetically altered and the human
vocal cords had been rendered incapable of
speaking certain vowels but an electro magnetic
operation could restore the original function of
the voice box.
In the secret of night, I snuck into the lab
of the Iron Sanctuary and performed the
forbidden operation on myself, and the
slipped away into the night.
I could now speak the words but kept
this knowledge to myself.
I returned to the compound where 12,000,000
genetically altered humans were kept under
guard.
Every species of animal and insect were
incorporated into the human DNA and
studied to create the perfect species who
would be eternally incapable of uttering the
fofbidden words.
My brothet-in-law for instance was transformed
with the face of a wild boar with the webbed
feet of a mallard duck which actually was an
improvement on his former appearance but those
details must be left to a future journal.
The whole 'human race was forced to wear dull
gray uniforms with a stamped number,and forced
to exist on nothing but artifically coloured waffers
initially designed for rabid cattle and certain dangerous
strains of the common house fly.
My compound roommate would hang from the
ceiling with suction cup feet and buzz in insect
language the seven laws of the Hydrogen atom
but nobody really cared anymore.
So here I mull around on this hellhole of a
planet because back on earth I was overheard
by a Blue Pepsi agent speaking the forbidden
words.
And really..what was my crime?
I simply said a few words.
I said, 'I love you.'

I can feel someone in the shadows watching me. It is almost midnight. Even though the moon casts eerie shadows I feel no panic. In fact there is almost a sort of calm surrounding me. Far off in the distance I can hear the clock strike twelve, the witching hour.

He steps out from the shadows into the circle of light cast by the street lamp. It is a pale, yellowish glow but I can still make him out. Tall, maybe about six foot six, and well proportioned. It appears that he is wearing a suit with an overcoat flung across his shoulders.

Slowly he moves towards me. As he is getting closer I can see that it is actually a cape that he is wearing. A black cape with red lining that keeps flashing as he is walking. An arms length away from me he stops. Unblinking he stares at me and I am caught in his gaze like a startled rabbit in a spotlight.

What does he see when he looks at me? When I look in the mirror all I see is a woman of forty three. Short and leaning towards dumpy and frumpy rather than a curvaceous, desirable woman. It has always been a bugbear with me that I am not as well developed as my sisters but rather flat in the chest. All in all I do not like what looks back at me.

But he is looking at me in away that no man has ever before. It is like he is looking into my soul. I feel like I am stripped bare to the bones under his scrutiny. One step closer and his warm sweet breath blows on my face. My knees are trembling, yet I cannot move.

Suddenly I feel it. Hot, sharp, agony penetrating right to the core. Even now I still cannot move as his knife slips into me again and again. The last thing I see as I slip to the ground is his cape swirling as he turns away from me.

It is morning, seems that once again I have survived the night.
There are not many places left to hide, most have been taken,
the mutants have moved in. They are not the worry, they are harmless.
It is the living we have to worry about. They hunt us down to
eliminate us. We have done them no harm.

It is not our fault we contracted the disease. We did not produce it.
It was them, the living. They engineered the disease in their labs.
They wanted to wipe us out, eliminate the black threat, or so it
was said. But it backfired. Yes, it did kill us, but, we are now the walking dead. You did this to us.

As I sit here contemplating what is left of my 'life' the nicotine
of my cigarette and the caffeine of my coffee soothe me. Soon I must
move on, maybe to the country where there are less of the living.
For now I sit watching the smoke spiraling towards the ceiling.
Time enough to finish my coffee and smoke before I move.

You will not see us coming
You will only hear the sound
of hooves

This eerie fog has you bewilderedd
The sound of this sudden judgement
has you perplexed

You thrust your sword toward the sky
with a warriors shout but your heart
has already begun to melt with fear

There is a mumbling within your ranks
The veteran soldiers know the scent of
doom

They have heard to many tales
But now destruction is upon them

Out of the moonlit haze she charges
into battle with steel black eyes

From the ranks you could only pitty
the gasping pleas for mercy when
they trembled to speak the words,
'Venus! She is upon us!'

Lazy days I do not shave
My razer never see the light of day any more
Irritating my beard might be
I enjoy the feel it gives me

Warms my face when its cold
My own central heating makes my face glow warm and comforting
Many colors it now is some grey and white bits and ginger
Many strange look I get

They say woman think men with beards are sexy
No george clooney am I only me with my beard
Sometime I do the right thing I tidy my face
And remove my stubble

Wiith razor in hand and shaving foam my face becume a war zone ouch many cuts I receive my razor don't like me
Bloodied from battle my scars to prove my
Face is clean and smooth lots of after shave I use to cool and stop the itching
To stop the in grown hairs I prefare to we're my beard

watching you walk away without that beautiful smile on your face
the center of the world revives around that one girl
a spirit so free and true noting i couldn't do
but watch and stare helpless but i care

every time she walks in a room just like a shooting star
as beautiful as they are there in and out there gone too soon
gotta find away to stop that angels smile fading away
it's my dream and my biggest wish just for today

To see the light of the sun the green of the grass
the tinkering sounds of a thousand birds
will all be signs that my only wish worked
helpless but i care if you need me i'll be here

Yesterday is just a memory a reflection of what tomorrow could bring
but its really up to us to want a change
If with just one voice or a group of words could bring salvation to our lonely world
I would write a poem every single day
With words of hope that fill us with joy and brings laughter to little girls and boys
But its obvious something is incorrect
Because in all of our hearts something is torn apart or missing a piece somewhere in the dark
And sometimes instead of love we feel the absence
We want our rights to bear our arms in fear that someone wants to cause us harm
But maybe we can talk it over
At a united table of the human race I'm sure we all have much to say
Without fear driving and making us feel nervous
So what if we could set aside our difference that make worlds collide
Could we write a new day in history
Without mans written policies, religions, or hypocrisy
No holy books to predetermine our destiny
Build a spaceship to fill with all our weapons and send them to oblivion
Then plant a garden of flowers for peace
Because if thats the case mine is parked outside its cherry black doors are suicide
And its powered by all of our dream
I hope its not the death of me that one day finally sets me free
I want to see this through to the end
No more wars and no more pain no more senseless digging graves
A world full of friends we just haven't met
But this is just our nature its who we are one hand brings us honor the other is scarred
As we continue trying to make sense
One eye looks for beauty the other looks away, but our hearts are reflected by what our tongues say
So maybe we should learn to enjoy a little silence