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.
The Dying Sleep
Feality for the dead to ponder
The Sun quips at such absurdity
The shadow reaching, forever falters
Too farflung in carnal wonder
Chaotic rantings to spurn the sermon and begrudge the dying sky above
A sunset spattered within the painting
The splendor of the critic waiting
Fouling the galleries of the color blind
When whims are struck with deviled truths to utter not sophistication
The sanctum broke and sunshine wanning
A paradigm of the debt descending
Usher in the age of ruin
A hundred dreams to guard the waking
I...
The Sun quips at such absurdity
The shadow reaching, forever falters
Too farflung in carnal wonder
Chaotic rantings to spurn the sermon and begrudge the dying sky above
A sunset spattered within the painting
The splendor of the critic waiting
Fouling the galleries of the color blind
When whims are struck with deviled truths to utter not sophistication
The sanctum broke and sunshine wanning
A paradigm of the debt descending
Usher in the age of ruin
A hundred dreams to guard the waking
I...
#dark
#dreams
#FeelingLost
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With Time a Gift
I pictured it far different in my mind
A still frame of woe and wanting
I take steps in lieu of time
Bright eyes enhance what my heart longs
I bask in your absence
Digging deeper truths I dare not speak
An angry alabaster stare
From you to me and me to ruin
Indifferent
I etch at photos, twice ensnared
I loath you wholly
Yet, I miss you fair
In time
I will learn to love
You
With deepest regrets and earnest despair
A still frame of woe and wanting
I take steps in lieu of time
Bright eyes enhance what my heart longs
I bask in your absence
Digging deeper truths I dare not speak
An angry alabaster stare
From you to me and me to ruin
Indifferent
I etch at photos, twice ensnared
I loath you wholly
Yet, I miss you fair
In time
I will learn to love
You
With deepest regrets and earnest despair
#grief
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Behold this Wretch
Fraught with the lies of a broken martyr
A distraught flock for the few to falter
Naked she sways in condemned regalia
The silent lust for the dead to pander
New age blasphemy to infer the madness
Of a silent cold,
No worse for wear
Her bruised thighs but an after thought
The folds of her so haunting
Look to the skies for sacred slaughter
For the stars have died ages ago
A better ruin in laughter wasted
As the sun despairs its own folly
The pyres sing her praises with the cackle of flames
And the smoke does choke this...
A distraught flock for the few to falter
Naked she sways in condemned regalia
The silent lust for the dead to pander
New age blasphemy to infer the madness
Of a silent cold,
No worse for wear
Her bruised thighs but an after thought
The folds of her so haunting
Look to the skies for sacred slaughter
For the stars have died ages ago
A better ruin in laughter wasted
As the sun despairs its own folly
The pyres sing her praises with the cackle of flames
And the smoke does choke this...
#dark
#death
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