Submissions by Thedeadinme
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing poetry since my teens. I just write what I feel. Poems are usually on the darker side.
Dawn Breaker
I break under sunlight
Branded by shadow
I revel in the dark delights
Of a void longing to be filled with sorrow
Astonished by the rape of dawn
I carry the weight of nothingness
A blackhole where sanity once lay waking
Devastation laid bare
For the taking
For the rape of dawn must carry on
Branded by shadow
I revel in the dark delights
Of a void longing to be filled with sorrow
Astonished by the rape of dawn
I carry the weight of nothingness
A blackhole where sanity once lay waking
Devastation laid bare
For the taking
For the rape of dawn must carry on
#apathy
#shadows
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As I Sway Wanting
When the sun comes up
So will my luck
Fuck the cards and the hangman too
The prince of theives once forgave me
As I stole all he owed
Bitter gifts for the dead left wanting
The sky she cries when I come haunting
Sadly swollen over
I cower in the presence of forgotten whims
A day lost and nothing gained
Except the hangman
As he watches me sway
The bastard anyways
So will my luck
Fuck the cards and the hangman too
The prince of theives once forgave me
As I stole all he owed
Bitter gifts for the dead left wanting
The sky she cries when I come haunting
Sadly swollen over
I cower in the presence of forgotten whims
A day lost and nothing gained
Except the hangman
As he watches me sway
The bastard anyways
#bittersweet
#curse
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Despair
I have a friend that never goes away
No matter what I say
He lingers there
From the shadows to the fray
He never goes away
No matter what I say
He lingers there
From the shadows to the fray
He never goes away
#dark
#depression
#emptiness #sadness
#emptiness #sadness
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Untitled
A desolate ruin besets me
Vague and opaque
A visage of past misgivings
Better suitted for the weak
Vague and opaque
A visage of past misgivings
Better suitted for the weak
#philosophical
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And Still They Laugh
Oh, what dispair
The voices cull the booze
Liver exposed to toxins
As their words echo over in my mind
She is my freind
I ought not
My mind escapes me
Deeper down the hole I go
And they fill it filth
We share a womb
In the atrocities of the world
We are one
Forgone and broken
Still they scream
Stronger now
I lay the maiden down to sleep
Wrapped in crimson delights
Did I dream it?
The voices mock me
Is that her?
Lingering deep down within
More booze for my aches
I sit and wait ...
The voices cull the booze
Liver exposed to toxins
As their words echo over in my mind
She is my freind
I ought not
My mind escapes me
Deeper down the hole I go
And they fill it filth
We share a womb
In the atrocities of the world
We are one
Forgone and broken
Still they scream
Stronger now
I lay the maiden down to sleep
Wrapped in crimson delights
Did I dream it?
The voices mock me
Is that her?
Lingering deep down within
More booze for my aches
I sit and wait ...
#MentalHealth
#denial
#apathy
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Of Fire and Wanting
She came to me on sultry winds
Forever flagrant with the wounds of wanting
Dispair shrouds her like the many divinations of forgotten dieties
Her misty eyes hid dark truths
A harbinger of my own end
Through broken realms and horrid dreams
She sought me out and broke my will
A cascade of lust beset my soul
She smiled fire and desolation
Darker wantings had maimed the dragon
And I suffered forever more
Forever flagrant with the wounds of wanting
Dispair shrouds her like the many divinations of forgotten dieties
Her misty eyes hid dark truths
A harbinger of my own end
Through broken realms and horrid dreams
She sought me out and broke my will
A cascade of lust beset my soul
She smiled fire and desolation
Darker wantings had maimed the dragon
And I suffered forever more
#suffering
#temptation
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The Power of Three
We watched the sun rise and fall
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken
Or so she claimed
She was right
Untill dusk came at last
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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The Dying Tomes
Her soul devoid of ruin
Upon palatial woes
Embracing dark reveries
To mutter sweet repose
Damn the vigil swaying
Cut down from culling sword
A demise invictus reckoned
Death breeds with sullen whore
Bleeding darkened fantasia
Stolen from her womb
Parasites and eurodites
Come lapping at the wound
Lost within translation
Temptation fathered droves
Of crimson eyed lost acolytes
Gathered in concert, doomed
Will snuff the light
So burning bright
Above the lowly shore
Alone...
Upon palatial woes
Embracing dark reveries
To mutter sweet repose
Damn the vigil swaying
Cut down from culling sword
A demise invictus reckoned
Death breeds with sullen whore
Bleeding darkened fantasia
Stolen from her womb
Parasites and eurodites
Come lapping at the wound
Lost within translation
Temptation fathered droves
Of crimson eyed lost acolytes
Gathered in concert, doomed
Will snuff the light
So burning bright
Above the lowly shore
Alone...
#mythology
#philosophical
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A Usurper Reborn in Fugue
This starry night eludes me
for darker passions become my veil
sidelong and ever staring
behold the sight of one so cold
A usurper adorned with snow
for winters kiss I sold my soul
upon bruised lips and eyes glossed over
blessed frost to star their own
Of constellations shyly wanning
silence slowing the dawns mourning
destroy all in veneration
what is rebuilt shall fall once more
for darker passions become my veil
sidelong and ever staring
behold the sight of one so cold
A usurper adorned with snow
for winters kiss I sold my soul
upon bruised lips and eyes glossed over
blessed frost to star their own
Of constellations shyly wanning
silence slowing the dawns mourning
destroy all in veneration
what is rebuilt shall fall once more
#death
#universe
#sacrifice
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Creatures at Dawn
She breaks me
Like daybreak on a cloudy day
Such dismay
A forray into madness
And jealousy
The bitch laid over
Forever smitten with hallowed things
Angry lust and bruised ego
Her will bent to the whims of one so lowly
Obscenity lingers to her skin
Bruised and broken over
She weeps beauty
And I cry
A cuck to innovation
She laughs coldly
And I cum
Swollen over with envy
A better wretch for a lesser whore
Like daybreak on a cloudy day
Such dismay
A forray into madness
And jealousy
The bitch laid over
Forever smitten with hallowed things
Angry lust and bruised ego
Her will bent to the whims of one so lowly
Obscenity lingers to her skin
Bruised and broken over
She weeps beauty
And I cry
A cuck to innovation
She laughs coldly
And I cum
Swollen over with envy
A better wretch for a lesser whore
#loneliness
#abuse
#misunderstood #despair
#misunderstood #despair
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Forsook
A beautiful serenade
for the dead to ponder
the stars to falter
upon ivory towers
Beneath the drownings
of a thousand sorrows
silence echoes
eternity's blunder
An heirloom of betrayal
begets the lowly
in rue and ash
lies death's desire
for the dead to ponder
the stars to falter
upon ivory towers
Beneath the drownings
of a thousand sorrows
silence echoes
eternity's blunder
An heirloom of betrayal
begets the lowly
in rue and ash
lies death's desire
#dark
#sacrifice
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As They Wilt
silence in fugue
for far better ovations
mourn the dying sun
a blessing well vested
into nothingness
turns the muted veils
as nature takes hold
in duress
a lesson in futility
unfolds
for far better ovations
mourn the dying sun
a blessing well vested
into nothingness
turns the muted veils
as nature takes hold
in duress
a lesson in futility
unfolds
#sadness
#grief
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