Submissions by Nvmb
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
.....I am a puppet, Holy and hallowed whenever your fingers control my strings, But if I am alone & left here abandoned, unwanted, unnecessary..i come undone; Pulling myself apart at the seams in the desperate hope that you'll come back and restitch me...
STORY POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
A First Encounter.....
The town sleeps, wrapped in the hush of streetlights, the distant hum of power lines, the sigh of trees shifting in the breeze. He moves through it like a ghost, barefoot on the pavement, the night cool against his skin. This is the only time he feels real.
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
#fate
#FeelingLost
#night
#nightmares
#winter
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
7th Mar 2025 4:59am
A Hymn From the Hollow
I dreamed I was whole once—
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 11:09pm
3rd Mar 2025 11:09pm
Only You
I move unseen through this world—
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.
They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.
But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.
You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that...
a ghost stitched from failed prayers,
fading beneath every glance
that never lingers.
They pass through me—
shapes without meaning,
faces carved from glass.
Not one would know if I vanished—
not one would care to.
But you—
you linger in the static,
soft and constant—
a presence just beneath the skin.
You don't speak of love,
yet you fill the silence
where love should be.
You never reach for me—
never promise warmth—
but you stay.
And isn't that...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 7:03am
2nd Mar 2025 7:03am
A Mouth Full of Blood
You came to me in broken bloom,
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
hips wrapped in gauze,
eyes black as static skies.
Every word was a wound —
sweet, splitting —
a hymn half-swallowed in the throat.
You dragged your name across my teeth —
slow, deliberate —
tasting the ache you left behind.
I wore your hunger like a wire around my neck,
praying to the rhythm
of hands pressed beneath velvet night.
Would you build a kingdom from this ruin?
Would you carve me clean —
tongue to bone —
or leave me here,
singing you into the cracks of forever?
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
28th Feb 2025 4:58pm
Cinder Kiss
Your name tastes like winter —
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
all saltwater breath and burnt sugar.
You move through me like smoke through cathedral glass,
slow, shivering —
a sermon carved from black lungs.
I have prayed beneath your teeth —
tongue split open,
bleeding devotion into your hands.
Every touch —
a soft ruin,
every breath —
a fever hymn sung in the dark.
Would you drown me in your hunger?
Would you kiss me to cinder
and call it mercy?
I would follow you down —
a ghost wrapped in wire,
a choir of aching mouths...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 7:08am
28th Feb 2025 7:08am
Sepulchre Bloom
Come closer —
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
let me wear your breath like a veil,
soft as the static between prayers.
You press your name into my throat,
a black-flowered gospel blooming beneath glass skin.
I kneel —
mouth open, hands shaking,
drunk on the ache of you.
Every word I swallow carves you deeper —
sugar rot in the seams of my teeth.
Bury me in your ruin —
wrap me in the rhythm of your slow crucifixion.
Would you let me drown beneath you?
Would you carve a new name into my ribs
and leave me singing?
Hallowed. ...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
28th Feb 2025 5:18am
Throat Full of Glass
I've seen your face in the fever —
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
a bloom beneath black water,
your hands pulling constellations from my open mouth.
You wear stillness like a wound —
something holy, something breaking.
I would bleed to taste you —
split my throat on your name,
let the hymn of you hollow me out.
Every breath is a needle in the dark,
every prayer —
a slow crucifixion beneath your weight.
If I begged you to keep me,
would you wrap me in wire?
Would you carve my ruin
into something worth worshipping?
Or would you leave...
#bittersweet
#dark
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2025 6:07pm
27th Feb 2025 6:07pm
Shattered Glass Communion
Under dim neon halos,
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#loneliness
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:47am
22nd Feb 2025 3:47am
Let it Take Me...
I don’t feel anything.
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.
The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.
And maybe I did too.
I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?
Hope is a joke...
Not fear, not sorrow, not longing.
Not even the echoes of what used to be pain.
Just the dull weight of existing,
dragging me down,
down,
down.
The nothingness is patient.
It does not pull,
does not rush,
does not beg me to give in.
It only waits,
steady, knowing,
like it always knew I’d end up here.
And maybe I did too.
I don’t fight it.
I don’t scream.
I don’t reach for something to hold onto.
What’s the point?
What’s left to hold?
Hope is a joke...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 7:21am
11th Feb 2025 7:21am
Into the Dark
There’s something in the way the air shifts,
like it’s waiting for me to break.
I don’t know if I’m falling,
or if I’ve already disappeared.
Your voice haunts the edges of my mind,
soft, but it pulls harder than I can fight.
I try to reach, but there’s nothing there,
just shadows where your touch used to be.
I’m slipping—
slipping into the void.
I’m crumbling—
under the weight of something you left behind.
Will you follow, or let me drift away?
I’m descending—
descending deeper, far from where I was.
...
like it’s waiting for me to break.
I don’t know if I’m falling,
or if I’ve already disappeared.
Your voice haunts the edges of my mind,
soft, but it pulls harder than I can fight.
I try to reach, but there’s nothing there,
just shadows where your touch used to be.
I’m slipping—
slipping into the void.
I’m crumbling—
under the weight of something you left behind.
Will you follow, or let me drift away?
I’m descending—
descending deeper, far from where I was.
...
#apathy
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 7:19am
11th Feb 2025 7:19am
Beneath the Surface
I feel it creeping,
something pulling at my skin,
like gravity that doesn’t let go,
but it’s soft, like water,
slow, sinking into my chest.
I’m not sure where the ground went—
maybe it was never there.
You’re still somewhere beneath the surface,
and I’m trying not to drown in the quiet.
I’m falling—
falling without a sound.
I’m breaking—
but I don’t know if I’ve hit the ground.
Is this what you wanted,
or was I already lost?
I’m descending—
slipping beneath everything I was.
I’m a ghost in...
something pulling at my skin,
like gravity that doesn’t let go,
but it’s soft, like water,
slow, sinking into my chest.
I’m not sure where the ground went—
maybe it was never there.
You’re still somewhere beneath the surface,
and I’m trying not to drown in the quiet.
I’m falling—
falling without a sound.
I’m breaking—
but I don’t know if I’ve hit the ground.
Is this what you wanted,
or was I already lost?
I’m descending—
slipping beneath everything I was.
I’m a ghost in...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
118 reads
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