The Hardest Thing About Being God Is That No One Believes Me

Every story has a beginning<br/> A prelude to coalescence<br/> I arrived forty minutes early <br/> You were fifteen minutes late. <br/> <br/> You apologise through milky teeth<br/> And ask me how long I’ve been waiting<br/> The delicate way you placed your order<br/> A lesson in something long forgotten; warmth. <br/> <br/> I fantasise about knocking my drink into your lap,<br/> Just to initiate a physical interaction but we sit with words. <br/> <br/> Words fall into stories and again into sonnets of love and loss<br/> <br/> Maybe we can gently transpose each other. <br/> Maybe one day you’ll measure your hand up against mine<br/> And we can make shadow puppets of ghosts who love without guilt. <br/> <br/> You ask me if I would like to<br/> Walk with you through secret gardens<br/> Shrinking arrows of golden light dance<br/> Through the leaves of an old oak tree<br/> <br/> And with that, we part, but not without the damage done.<br/> <br/> I look to the stars for reassurance and realise that this is a<br/> Futile act of unwarranted desire and<br/> The atoms that comprise my eye.<br/> <br/> I look to the stars for reassurance and realise that this is a<br/> Futile act of unwarranted desire and<br/> The atoms that comprise the<br/> <br/> Giant, nuclear kings I've called upon<br/> Don't wield the faculties of empathy.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

My fingers draw cartographs<br/> Pioneering new lands<br/> As they gently coil and twist<br/> Through your chestnut hair<br/> As they gently coil and twist<br/> Cafuné<br/> <br/> Creating temporary silken landmarks from which to admire you from. <br/> <br/> Each passing second, a fleeting moment<br/> Of vulnerable exploration<br/> Your strawberried lips part as breath gives way to sound. <br/> <br/> Musical proclamations of love etch into my skin<br/> Like fountain pens on cartridge paper<br/> Being careful to not waste any ink <br/> <br/> Elegant cursive ribbons tether our hearts in calligraphic fortuity.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

The first colour was vermillion, <br/> War paint framing her venomous mouth. <br/> <br/> Smeared like childish paintings of broken families. <br/> <br/> Casting spells of claret anguish.<br/> Rosen spit lands like acid rain upon innocence.<br/> <br/> Cherry blossom cheeks turn to ash<br/> As malnourishment sours the oxytocin.<br/> <br/> And this is where it all began.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

In the beginning I created light<br/> <br/> So that you may be perforated by a billion reflections<br/> Of my unprecedented desire. <br/> I worship every particle of air you have breathed<br/> Knowing that it sustained your existence. <br/> <br/> Your bedroom, a scintillating shrine to your body.<br/> Silken sheets and jasmine cradle your sleep. <br/> Bruised perfume and fingernails intoxicating me. <br/> <br/> My hand, a desperate actress<br/> Slides feverishly into my underwear<br/> I stand here in the dark<br/> Dissociating, you bring me to climax <br/> <br/> The hardest thing about being god is that no one believes me.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Countless galaxies have unfolded<br/> And died for this moment to take place <br/> Countless galaxies have unfolded<br/> <br/> Your silken neck, confection <br/> Casting spells on widowed vampires <br/> Between your legs, an astral playground<br/> In which all thirst is quenched<br/> I bathe in your majesty <br/> <br/> Your eyes are black holes<br/> Absorbing everything around us <br/> As this blade dances with your veins<br/> <br/> I dream of your convulsing body painting snow angels in the dirt.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Black orchids wilt as though the curse of death<br/> Emanates from the depths of my heart<br/> Saline bullets sting my corrupted eyes<br/> As my gesture is tossed into the burn pits of this emotional holocaust. <br/> <br/> Can you not see me? <br/> <br/> We are shards of broken mirrors that reflect the dislocated efforts we pour into truth. <br/> But rearranged, we may become a viable kaleidoscope,<br/> From which potent mandalas could colour our journey<br/> We must utilise what remains of this organ you have cut from me,<br/> For I am nothing without purpose<br/> <br/> I can see you in the distance <br/> <br/> Having left me to dwell in this swamp of nightmares<br/> I am spooked by the plague that has befallen us<br/> Hatred will claim us if our mouths are ulcerated<br/> From the venomous incantations of misunderstanding<br/> <br/> Ludicrous is the mind of empty promises<br/> I’m not ready to go, do not fucking bore me.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

I breathe you in, the lingering scent of jasmine and regret. <br/> Each inhale a step deeper into the abyss of obsession.<br/> A wraith entwined with the fabric of my unravelling psyche.<br/> Words fail, trapped in the choking grip of my unspoken anguish.<br/> Silently screaming, your laughter, a jagged razor, slices through the veil of my composure<br/> <br/> Leaving only echoes of a love that never was.<br/> Your image, resembling psychedelic hallucinations haunt the shadows of my sleep.<br/> In the dark, I am both predator and prey,<br/> Hunted by the phantoms of my own creation, a prisoner of your denial.<br/> <br/> Remembering the maps I thought I drew for you,<br/> I now see only traced lines of my madness,<br/> Littered with sunken ships that never left the harbour to be with you. <br/> <br/> Each one, a totem of what is and what could have been.<br/> <br/> You are the architect of my ruin, the muse of my despair,<br/> And I, a willing captive, fall deeper into the eclipse of reason.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

I have come for you<br/> <br/> My affection, now an elusive spectre <br/> An ephemeral illusion beyond reach<br/> You have left me no recourse but to<br/> Surrender to my madness!<br/> <br/> I have come for you<br/> <br/> Your beautiful body beckons<br/> Draped in satin lingerie<br/> Hovering over you, my vision is veiled<br/> By the sweaty wool of my balaclava<br/> <br/> I stifle your muffled cries with one hand<br/> While preparing the syringe with the other<br/> 600 milligrams of dissonant oblivion enter your neck<br/> And in moments, your form melts into the tender embrace of your pillow<br/> And at last, we are united, destined to depart this realm as one<br/> <br/> I have come for you

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

You awaken to fumes of petrol, sickly sweet. <br/> Moonlit dark strobing shadows refract through the glass<br/> As the van drives past leering black trees<br/> <br/> Lifeless and thrashed, your husband is a yellowing phantom<br/> His cataclysmic failure to protect you, an embarrassment <br/> <br/> Rope burns pepper his forsaken neck. <br/> Your divinity passes by chance and hope is broken<br/> <br/> Dread weighs its colossal chains against your heart and you scream<br/> You scream for your God<br/> I maniacally scream back<br/> <br/> We are one and the same<br/> <br/> Your skin quivers with my touch, pure repulsion<br/> Dragged from the vehicle, you beg for mercy <br/> You tell me you love me through the teeth<br/> Of parents who lie to dying kids <br/> Our love chokes on treason<br/> And you are guilty as charged <br/> <br/> Our deaths will mourn this world (this cold world)<br/> <br/> Our femininity will unfurl and flower<br/> Under the nuclear kings we’ve rejected<br/> They will bear witness to that which man cannot muster. <br/> <br/> Matriarchal coalescence. <br/> Empty is the promise of safety. <br/> You are blindfolded and led to the woods.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026