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.
Forsaken
I lay stirring
Upon the trodden earth that held me there
Bastard trails fork and twist into the distance, I stare
Oblivion it seems was meant to be
The forest
Writhing and breathing surounds me
The sun far above gleaming
Now forever restless under contempt filled skies
Feel the motions of their madness as they call for my demise
Atrocities whispered on the wind
The dancing willows
Playfull in their meloncholy
Exude in me a mighty dread
Lost in the womb of destiny I dredge through sacred soil
...
Upon the trodden earth that held me there
Bastard trails fork and twist into the distance, I stare
Oblivion it seems was meant to be
The forest
Writhing and breathing surounds me
The sun far above gleaming
Now forever restless under contempt filled skies
Feel the motions of their madness as they call for my demise
Atrocities whispered on the wind
The dancing willows
Playfull in their meloncholy
Exude in me a mighty dread
Lost in the womb of destiny I dredge through sacred soil
...
#FeelingLost
#curse
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The Place Where I Weep
I met you there
Upon those misty shores where the moon does glare
Thrice I have wept
As your spirit slept in vagrant woe where death is kept
This haunted eve
Of misery and memoirs to leave an aching of my soul to reave
I ponder there
At the aged grave of one so fair and under caloused skies I too do stare
Upon those misty shores where the moon does glare
Thrice I have wept
As your spirit slept in vagrant woe where death is kept
This haunted eve
Of misery and memoirs to leave an aching of my soul to reave
I ponder there
At the aged grave of one so fair and under caloused skies I too do stare
#love
#grief
#death #despair
#death #despair
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When She Fell
and when she fell
A supernova gleaming in the distance, peaking through the ages
Silent in the awe of her beauty
A giant smitten with the stars
Feuding with the passion of orgasmic flair
In crescendo she impales the sun
Silhouettes cast long lifetimes, flash frozen against the backdrop of ebon hue
Crematoria in ruin in the aftermath of the fall
Passion dying in the starlight
Comical innuendo
Written in moonlight, all for not in the sun’s despair
….and when she fell
I suffered scarlet...
A supernova gleaming in the distance, peaking through the ages
Silent in the awe of her beauty
A giant smitten with the stars
Feuding with the passion of orgasmic flair
In crescendo she impales the sun
Silhouettes cast long lifetimes, flash frozen against the backdrop of ebon hue
Crematoria in ruin in the aftermath of the fall
Passion dying in the starlight
Comical innuendo
Written in moonlight, all for not in the sun’s despair
….and when she fell
I suffered scarlet...
#love
#lover
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Immolation and Conversation
The light, it feeds off damnation
Darker proses always conveyed sordid truths
Out of suffering the page is filled
An empty promise has smote your tongue
Forked with injustice the shadows hiss deliverance
Anxious with calamity the skies collapse in heartache
Enter malice, almighty in her disconnect
An architec of a greater ruin
Forging mayhem from darkened souls
Silent slaughter under aged eyes
Broken I dispose of ego
A plummet of sublime divinations
Everlasting the cycles circle in turmoil
Revolving lies divide in...
Darker proses always conveyed sordid truths
Out of suffering the page is filled
An empty promise has smote your tongue
Forked with injustice the shadows hiss deliverance
Anxious with calamity the skies collapse in heartache
Enter malice, almighty in her disconnect
An architec of a greater ruin
Forging mayhem from darkened souls
Silent slaughter under aged eyes
Broken I dispose of ego
A plummet of sublime divinations
Everlasting the cycles circle in turmoil
Revolving lies divide in...
#earth
#apocalypse
#sacrifice
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Stained Fingers and Bloodied Fists
I reminisce over spilt spirits and half smoked cigarettes snuffed out in their prime like the many words that you held back over the years
Stained finger tips, rough to the touch
A bitter sweet serenade to our last days
The art of compromise never suited my palate, as harsh words roll off my tongue and lap at all the wounds you conceal under veiled laughter and bourbon kisses
Alone in the aftermath of shattered bottles and broken fists, I roll into a tremored rest and sweat out last nights escapades
A violent overture succumbed in hysterics
...
Stained finger tips, rough to the touch
A bitter sweet serenade to our last days
The art of compromise never suited my palate, as harsh words roll off my tongue and lap at all the wounds you conceal under veiled laughter and bourbon kisses
Alone in the aftermath of shattered bottles and broken fists, I roll into a tremored rest and sweat out last nights escapades
A violent overture succumbed in hysterics
...
#love
#relationships
#violence #abuse
#violence #abuse
390 reads
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Of Shades and Hue
I count the shadows
A collector of grisailles
I paint the darkness
A collector of grisailles
I paint the darkness
#dark
#night
#shadows
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Ghosts of You
Smother you from my life
I take your soul and make it mine
Tommorow brings 'forget me nots' and better days
The more things change your memory rots all the same
Fleeing kisses retreat to darkness
Heaven forbid I greet your cheek with bloody fists
Hubris descends
Chaotic love doomed not to grow
I sever you like a rotten limb
Sheep lost its herd
You die alone
Remnants of you buried; gone
Deep in my mind and in the forest dark
Your heart I discard, rot in peace
But your lingering scent it haunts me still
I take your soul and make it mine
Tommorow brings 'forget me nots' and better days
The more things change your memory rots all the same
Fleeing kisses retreat to darkness
Heaven forbid I greet your cheek with bloody fists
Hubris descends
Chaotic love doomed not to grow
I sever you like a rotten limb
Sheep lost its herd
You die alone
Remnants of you buried; gone
Deep in my mind and in the forest dark
Your heart I discard, rot in peace
But your lingering scent it haunts me still
#conflict
#lover
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Conquering Dark
The roots of sorrow run deep in this cursed soil that is my soul and I bathe in the filth of it all only to ferment in my own decay
Wretched weeds writhe and crawl towards my long dead empty heart only to crudely cover it in the name of all lifes cruelty
The meadow that my soul once was now scorched by all my turmoil as the barren soil suffocates all the bliss that once lay there
All is dark in this cell I call my mind as all light fades out giving birth to shadow my thoughts surrender to the conquering dark
The beauty of life now lay in ruins...
Wretched weeds writhe and crawl towards my long dead empty heart only to crudely cover it in the name of all lifes cruelty
The meadow that my soul once was now scorched by all my turmoil as the barren soil suffocates all the bliss that once lay there
All is dark in this cell I call my mind as all light fades out giving birth to shadow my thoughts surrender to the conquering dark
The beauty of life now lay in ruins...
#depression
#death
#suicide #silence
#suicide #silence
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Our Love
A day spent in bed
Behold the Kama Sutra
Entangled we love
Behold the Kama Sutra
Entangled we love
#love
#lust
#sex
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Bear Walker
I walk through many dreamscapes, am but a traveler on seamless wings
Through arrays of vistas long since gone I dredge on through hopeless flings
Vagrant summers oft lead me away
For trails ablazed with sonic woe I pitter on to long forsaken hinterlands
I have slept hand in hand with ancient folk, a Bear Walker of infinite realms
Through arrays of vistas long since gone I dredge on through hopeless flings
Vagrant summers oft lead me away
For trails ablazed with sonic woe I pitter on to long forsaken hinterlands
I have slept hand in hand with ancient folk, a Bear Walker of infinite realms
#spiritual
#mythology
#magic #curse
#magic #curse
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The Ramblings of a Broken Man
Embrace the void
The derelict shades of gray so welcoming
A pity this world is battered with horrid colors
I swallow hallowed truths ripe with all that is ill with this place
Foreign is the taste of generations bettersuited for the gallows then a wanton display of happiness, a life well lived
Bah! I scoff at the blasphemy displayed henceforth, the rotting of better days hangs upon the breeze like fog
A erudite of suffering best laments the shadowed realms
An acolyte of all things linear
I appease the rambling of lesser gods and smite the just with rage ...
The derelict shades of gray so welcoming
A pity this world is battered with horrid colors
I swallow hallowed truths ripe with all that is ill with this place
Foreign is the taste of generations bettersuited for the gallows then a wanton display of happiness, a life well lived
Bah! I scoff at the blasphemy displayed henceforth, the rotting of better days hangs upon the breeze like fog
A erudite of suffering best laments the shadowed realms
An acolyte of all things linear
I appease the rambling of lesser gods and smite the just with rage ...
#sadness
#suicide
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Where She Lies
I left her there, disposed of like discarded sin
Dreampt from deep within a withered soul
Looming trees to guard her post and the meloncholy of it all warms me so sweetly
Upon the wretch, ever gathered in the fountains of my ego I distill her body
Keeping her treasures for my own
Amongst the chaos of the forest
Shrouded by flora of the prettiest colours she lays there in ruin
Of murdered sunsets and balmy dew
I encroach with bitter rue
Better for her to slumber broken then live this lifes waking lie
A deathknell...
Dreampt from deep within a withered soul
Looming trees to guard her post and the meloncholy of it all warms me so sweetly
Upon the wretch, ever gathered in the fountains of my ego I distill her body
Keeping her treasures for my own
Amongst the chaos of the forest
Shrouded by flora of the prettiest colours she lays there in ruin
Of murdered sunsets and balmy dew
I encroach with bitter rue
Better for her to slumber broken then live this lifes waking lie
A deathknell...
#lust
#dark
#murder
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