ElRey Niffen
Bio
I'm a #husband and a #father with a #passion for #writing.
#poems #poetry #poem #amwriting #horror #love #romance #comedy #life #struggle #create #different #original
Stories (30/0)
Today's Sheep
They come in masses like flies to molasses the government for taxes. In the dark. Some wait and once you've noticed them it's already too late. We are their prey, with laws and rules blindly making up obey. Anyone who stands upgets pushed away, left outside this so-called humanity like a stray. While they sculpted our minds like clay, innocents life get slay those in office celebrate by shouting hooray.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
Dreamer
Stuck in this snowstorm in this small one horse town without a way to get around. The police took my drivers license for no insurance even though they had no evidence. Now I'm stuck without a job feeling like a slob living at mom's without an allowance. I'm writing all night and day doing almost anything to get some pay. Always out busting my ass because it's safer than selling grass. I got this can't stop attitude despite my current situation being crude I know my future is bright. Waking up everyday with a clear hopeful sight of my dreams flying high like a kite in a blue sky.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
Too Much Drink
I woke up on the roof of my house in a women's blouse. Can't believe Jack and Jim kicked my ass again, but it was one hell of a night. I remember starting off going a few rounds with Jose till the jerk knocked me to the ground. That's when Jack helped me out talking about trusting him for a damn good time. It sounded just fine as I took a shot the bartender started looking hot. She was a little busy tying a cherry stem into a knot or so I thought. That's the moment my Jim walked in with a couple Russians and a Irish man, and that's when the party really began. We drink for hours on end till the ball dropped and my stomach became sour. The Russians didn't mix well with the Irish and their coffee but that couldn't stop me. A few minutes past midnight let me tell you I was feeling alright. Even got in stage with what I thought was singing turned into more of a fit of rage. From there we went home going wild as if it was the Thunderdome. So far that's all I recall as I gotten off the roof with a great fall. I'm never drinking again but I'll be damned if I let Jose ever win.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
New Years Deal
What a wonderful way to welcome new year's day. We all have a drink in our hand and listening to a great band. The only issue so far is the strange man by the bar. He has been watching my friends and I all night with a death glare, making us uneasy I walk up and say something cheesy. Mr do you need a camera, I say with only a off putting stare as a reply yet I notice he has only one eye. A strong feeling in my gut says this isn't right, but I play it off as I join my friends we hear a loud sound. At first with all the screaming and yelling we thought the ball had dropped, till I looked at my watch and see it's still an hour away. Another sound went off like a bang and with people in a state of cower, I look in to see by surprise that guy had wings and some kind of power. His hands were glowing red as he stood on a body claiming it's soul, he caught my stair only to meet with a coal like glare. As I was frozen in fear all I could hear was the blood dripping from his mouth. He spoke words that shock me to the core even more than the gore “ The Devil has come to collect and with me only a demon that leaves you the suspect” I was in disbelief. Once the ball dropped everyone around me lifeless and cold on the ground. When the cops came they did buy what I had told yet all I can think of was their souls had been sold.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
The Dead
In the dark, I hear a knocking sound from my door, as I open it there's no one around. I go back to bed, only for a drip to land on my head. Impossible it seems, because not a soul is in the apartment above nor pipes to leak. Again, with the knocking, almost as someone is mocking, only this time from the peep hole I see a flash of red. As I reach for the handle, a voice from behind says, “open and you're dead.” It comes as a fright, because I'm alone tonight. The knocks got louder, heart beating faster, and the voice is getting closer. From nowhere, a hand touches my shoulder, at this moment I'm in shock. Lost and confused, all I can do is run to the back door till I hear something that rattled me to the core. Give up the voice says, as I turn around to my surprise, the neighbors are alive. Impossible because I buried their heads under my bed, all but the wife. With one hand, she holds a knife, the other her head, as I open the door, I'm greeted by cops and a shot in the head.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
Lost Soul
The blood flows like a river after a thunderstorm, the rain washing it down stream. In the echo of thunder you hear the fallen’s screams as the sky's are filled with the lost dreams. My gun still smoking from the blazing bullets and my blade stained red from those now dead. Their last look forever burned in my head, they become the nightmares keeping me from bed. The sight of a knife cutting into one's throat at that moment you become the devil's pet, a goat drinking the blood as it spills. Most would turn ill while I stood there with and evil glare. A dark figure got stare, it was death himself whose path I dare not cross. He gave me a message that my soul will forever be lost.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
Evil's Defeat
I have spoken to the devil, I showed him I'm above his level. Something deep inside had been awoken in this pen I have the power. Told the devil to look me in the eyes like a man, no way I'll back down. I took a stand making him look like a clown. Took evil to the ground, demons all around. To my surprise help came from the skies as the devil's corpse lies. You'll read of this battle in books, it will tell all even of his heart I took. The angels had a worried look for the demons did not attack them, for they were within. Heaven was left in a rattle, evil was slain like cattle.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets
Outlaw
Always wanted to be like Jesse James, taking the horse by the reins. Each day a new course in it for better or worse. Guns on my hip, giving the law the slip. Midnight runs through the countryside sounds fun. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor your pockets never being sore. Always looking for the next score.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets