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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:07am
Yesterday 1:07am
Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
68 reads
12 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 3:00pm
14th Apr 2024 3:00pm
The Crawl
it is eerie in here
creepy and alone
i'm cold as bone
dark surrounds
me swallows me
whole, eats me
from the inside
i'm on all fours
on your floor it's
too broke to fix
you're no longer
around left me to
bleed left me to
die at your feet
you watched me
fading and falling
crumble and crawl
into a deep dark hole
creepy and alone
i'm cold as bone
dark surrounds
me swallows me
whole, eats me
from the inside
i'm on all fours
on your floor it's
too broke to fix
you're no longer
around left me to
bleed left me to
die at your feet
you watched me
fading and falling
crumble and crawl
into a deep dark hole
#dark
#abuse
77 reads
12 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 1:16pm
14th Apr 2024 1:16pm
This Little Piggy, etcetera
Memories tucked away in the recesses of my mind
absorbing my soul's ambiguity seducing my
mind's narrative of creation for the missing
pieces of old friends and flames in dreams
ghosts touching the skin with death-scented breath
tasting my flesh giving immunity to my quill
as I digest the weight of artifice grit of my fetish
for the barren womb, etcetera
absorbing my soul's ambiguity seducing my
mind's narrative of creation for the missing
pieces of old friends and flames in dreams
ghosts touching the skin with death-scented breath
tasting my flesh giving immunity to my quill
as I digest the weight of artifice grit of my fetish
for the barren womb, etcetera
#dark
#erotic
80 reads
11 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 9:09am
14th Apr 2024 9:09am
ex presidents
Ex-presidents
There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a
street
Once he had all the power, one could
dream of, as a military junta took his
job, and since all he had was grand
villas were in the name of the state and
Furthermore, he had neglected to pay
anything to his retirement fund
Hence, reduced selling of naughty
picture of visiting statemen having sex
in some sleazy hotel
when those who had bought the pictures
took a closer look, they realized they
had a goldmine ...
There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a
street
Once he had all the power, one could
dream of, as a military junta took his
job, and since all he had was grand
villas were in the name of the state and
Furthermore, he had neglected to pay
anything to his retirement fund
Hence, reduced selling of naughty
picture of visiting statemen having sex
in some sleazy hotel
when those who had bought the pictures
took a closer look, they realized they
had a goldmine ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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0 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 9:10am
13th Apr 2024 9:10am
How roses reek
Bathing foster waters
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose
night my knight ...
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose
night my knight ...
#gothic
#flowers
#music
#art
#metaphor
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Duende
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 3:00pm
12th Apr 2024 3:00pm
The Bones
you, are a zero
masked as hero
you crushed me
with your ways
the gaslighting
and mind fucks
your narcissistic
abusive behavior
my killer my lover
way too big ego
with fake traits
you ruined me
reduced me to
an empty frame
yet i was able to
escape your play
for i am the bones
you could not break
masked as hero
you crushed me
with your ways
the gaslighting
and mind fucks
your narcissistic
abusive behavior
my killer my lover
way too big ego
with fake traits
you ruined me
reduced me to
an empty frame
yet i was able to
escape your play
for i am the bones
you could not break
#dark
#abuse
118 reads
28 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 9:16pm
11th Apr 2024 9:16pm
Field Dust
I remember yesterday of pale skies and storms on
the arisen. The gathering of winds taking the leaves.
A shadow of silent memories inhaling stillness of
sorrow without pause. Erasing the heartaches of
gales. Now reflecting on echoes of tearful lore
and yesterday's prose. Filling a void as widdershins
return me to my exhumed plot of field dust. Relieving
me of my evidentry. In my morbid fascination drawing
the short end of a straw shaking the gravel sack. But,
who's lorry now carts me off?
the arisen. The gathering of winds taking the leaves.
A shadow of silent memories inhaling stillness of
sorrow without pause. Erasing the heartaches of
gales. Now reflecting on echoes of tearful lore
and yesterday's prose. Filling a void as widdershins
return me to my exhumed plot of field dust. Relieving
me of my evidentry. In my morbid fascination drawing
the short end of a straw shaking the gravel sack. But,
who's lorry now carts me off?
#loneliness
#dark
#emptiness
111 reads
6 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 4:54pm
11th Apr 2024 4:54pm
father gand
as troll spindles take flight
vandals slander soul sought ways
some say it is a devils work
we burned these matches well
from spittle
vile vine
was born this myth
called modern man
show me now
through a cyclops eye
heath
circle
cairn
speaketh
he was there
she was there
you were there
wooing
woe
(whispering)
Isobel Isobel
I was there too
https://youtu.be/asc0-mXdB9U
copyrights © owned by Ri
vandals slander soul sought ways
some say it is a devils work
we burned these matches well
from spittle
vile vine
was born this myth
called modern man
show me now
through a cyclops eye
heath
circle
cairn
speaketh
he was there
she was there
you were there
wooing
woe
(whispering)
Isobel Isobel
I was there too
https://youtu.be/asc0-mXdB9U
copyrights © owned by Ri
#dark
#magic
#witches
46 reads
2 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 3:00pm
11th Apr 2024 3:00pm
Protège Moi
it creeps up inside
rips me to pieces
it suffocates me
estranges me
alienates me
all that once
was familiar
seems gone
it screams & it
rages i'm fading
all feels so vague
i'm lost can't see
through the fog
Les fantômes
i can't seem to
tame the desire
and devils, protect
me from what i want
rips me to pieces
it suffocates me
estranges me
alienates me
all that once
was familiar
seems gone
it screams & it
rages i'm fading
all feels so vague
i'm lost can't see
through the fog
Les fantômes
i can't seem to
tame the desire
and devils, protect
me from what i want
#dark
#silence
107 reads
14 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Rachela
Rachela
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 5:51pm
10th Apr 2024 5:51pm
Zombie Love (Watching Late Night Horror Movies)
I will hold your anger in my heart
until my rib-cage bursts apart and
in the pulsing of my blood on the floor
you find love flowing in your veins
in that moment we are transformed
and no longer deformed in
the hideous shapes of the mind
I am your mirror as you are mine
look! and be amazed
where once crawled darkness and evil
stands tall a monster all of mine
feast on my heart, my lungs, my kidneys
let me be inside you until the end of time
gnaw on the ribs that once supported breasts ...
until my rib-cage bursts apart and
in the pulsing of my blood on the floor
you find love flowing in your veins
in that moment we are transformed
and no longer deformed in
the hideous shapes of the mind
I am your mirror as you are mine
look! and be amazed
where once crawled darkness and evil
stands tall a monster all of mine
feast on my heart, my lungs, my kidneys
let me be inside you until the end of time
gnaw on the ribs that once supported breasts ...
#love
#horror
51 reads
0 Comments
alliwantisnothing
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 3:57am
10th Apr 2024 3:57am
trying to write out my feelings instead of cutting
anguish is flowing in red rivers beneath my skin
and it’s screaming to be let out
i couldn’t tell you where it came from
all i know is that i’m wired wrong
i wouldn’t dare try to talk to anyone beforehand
people either freak out or act annoyed
and in such a vulnerable state,
that is the cyanide of human communication
i wish someone would help me
the way i need to be helped
i usually feel stressed
numb
sad
ashamed
lonely
and overwhelmed ...
and it’s screaming to be let out
i couldn’t tell you where it came from
all i know is that i’m wired wrong
i wouldn’t dare try to talk to anyone beforehand
people either freak out or act annoyed
and in such a vulnerable state,
that is the cyanide of human communication
i wish someone would help me
the way i need to be helped
i usually feel stressed
numb
sad
ashamed
lonely
and overwhelmed ...
#depression
#loneliness
#SelfHarm
#PTSD
#StreamOfConsciousness
66 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 7:42pm
9th Apr 2024 7:42pm
38 Caliber and Scrambled Eggs - with Faithmairee
Listening to whispers of lobotomy
world of ignorance and philosophy
A severed mind of a dowager fool
from a gender's pool of analysis
As I eat my Smith and Wesson
in a stagnation of self-annihilation
Scrambled eggs without their limbs
dreaming of the light in my refrigerator
Carried on by a feathered breeze
unswayed by leap frogs' steady gaze
A moon lay smashed by meteorites
world of ignorance and philosophy
A severed mind of a dowager fool
from a gender's pool of analysis
As I eat my Smith and Wesson
in a stagnation of self-annihilation
Scrambled eggs without their limbs
dreaming of the light in my refrigerator
Carried on by a feathered breeze
unswayed by leap frogs' steady gaze
A moon lay smashed by meteorites
#dark
122 reads
14 Comments
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