Submissions by adagio
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Unfortunately, the world is what it is. There is only one of us. I don't play the games to gather a list of fools. I am genuine and don't stampede with the wandering herd. I am my own thinker. BS doesn't fit me.
Moss-hags
In the kingdom of darkness moss-hags
hang from the pits of the marsh apostasy
screaming hypocrisy as the bones sleep
with a throbbing haunting fixation deep
awaiting the ghost's autopsy's debauchery
while listening to the creeping peat sag...
three bags full of dark moss-hags
hang from the pits of the marsh apostasy
screaming hypocrisy as the bones sleep
with a throbbing haunting fixation deep
awaiting the ghost's autopsy's debauchery
while listening to the creeping peat sag...
three bags full of dark moss-hags
#dark
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Monstrous - with Crimsin
Alchemy of debauchery seducing the quill
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance
on winding stairs a smile without end
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin
shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need for darker things
casting out the bright colors of former days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst...
from archives of my obsession, sincerely
antiquated madness in seance whispering
silently, my love, as shadows dance
on winding stairs a smile without end
into the depths of a yarder of ale
and a tear in the window of my mind
with a spoonful of vanity's ingredients
like a narcissistic mannequin
shattering the silence of my thoughts
is a deep need for darker things
casting out the bright colors of former days
where my tempest drove me quite insane
days of melancholy and angst...
#collaboration
#dark
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Naked Corset
Naked in this madness of hysterical pain
as a sphinx of cement erodes my brain
of endless paranoia hanging by a thread
groping my corpse peeling the veins
whetting my appetite revealing the stains
unhinged by the haunting screams of the dead
a naked corset in a dark shadow's fain
as a sphinx of cement erodes my brain
of endless paranoia hanging by a thread
groping my corpse peeling the veins
whetting my appetite revealing the stains
unhinged by the haunting screams of the dead
a naked corset in a dark shadow's fain
#dark
#erotic
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Tourniquet - with Crimsin
With extracts of the occults alchemy
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#witches
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Cloth of Woven Threads
Tapestry in verses of souls unraveling metaphors
gathering the cloth of woven threads within
revealed in the shadows of the spiritual host
with the chatoyant eyes of evendentry
from the crypt of the lace and garter
of the love-fraught gaze whispering
in all its manifestations of the human condition
gathering the cloth of woven threads within
gathering the cloth of woven threads within
revealed in the shadows of the spiritual host
with the chatoyant eyes of evendentry
from the crypt of the lace and garter
of the love-fraught gaze whispering
in all its manifestations of the human condition
gathering the cloth of woven threads within
#philosophical
#spiritual
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Whispers From Camel's Back
In a caravan of the red-glowing twilight
listening to the sounds of the piccolo
crossing dunes through the sands
following stars in the twilight's lantern
and dreams sleeping on my shoulder
echoing whispers from the camel's back
in a caravan of the red-glowing twilight
listening to the sounds of the piccolo
crossing dunes through the sands
following stars in the twilight's lantern
and dreams sleeping on my shoulder
echoing whispers from the camel's back
in a caravan of the red-glowing twilight
#philosophical
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Uncensored Threshold - with Everavalon
Shadows between pages in the archives
writing from the dark side of candlelight
from the maze with my haunting analysis
uncensored threshold. Pondering mortality
and morbid fascination with clichés
as my quill grows legs and wanders over
the scars of our choices. Obscurity defines
the labyrinthine eyes that scan these settled
qualms, stoking the blaze in a welter of haze
to unfold this absent hum. The candles dim, O’
fairest hymn, to sing the fairest song. The light is
nigh over the starkest lie to pale where one belongs
writing from the dark side of candlelight
from the maze with my haunting analysis
uncensored threshold. Pondering mortality
and morbid fascination with clichés
as my quill grows legs and wanders over
the scars of our choices. Obscurity defines
the labyrinthine eyes that scan these settled
qualms, stoking the blaze in a welter of haze
to unfold this absent hum. The candles dim, O’
fairest hymn, to sing the fairest song. The light is
nigh over the starkest lie to pale where one belongs
#dark
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Origins of Cold Eyes
In the dark's conceivable ravaged by loneliness
and the shadows of my mind whispering still
haunting the memories dripping from the quill
listening to my muse echo from the veil
with caged tongue naked in origins of cold eyes
swallowing my soul of dust lost beneath the stone
and the shadows of my mind whispering still
haunting the memories dripping from the quill
listening to my muse echo from the veil
with caged tongue naked in origins of cold eyes
swallowing my soul of dust lost beneath the stone
#loneliness
71 reads
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Grandiose Fading Mascara
We all know the weevils who corrupt society
unchained dark adrenaline of a self-portrait
bleeding through the canvas peeling away
narcissistic flesh gaslighting low on self-esteem
making own paint from the blood of humanity
in their obscenity laying a Faberge egg cracked
to the bone of an overzealous plot self-absorbed
in grandiose and fading mascara
unchained dark adrenaline of a self-portrait
bleeding through the canvas peeling away
narcissistic flesh gaslighting low on self-esteem
making own paint from the blood of humanity
in their obscenity laying a Faberge egg cracked
to the bone of an overzealous plot self-absorbed
in grandiose and fading mascara
#corruption
#dark
#deception #jealousy
#deception #jealousy
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East of Eden
Slipping into the darkness east of Eden
of haunting serenity among the chaos
where dead sleep in the moon's womb
the ink of the quill nevermore to grasp
longing for the sounds of memories
as I lay naked in the shadow of death
slipping into the darkness east of Eden
of haunting serenity among the chaos
where dead sleep in the moon's womb
the ink of the quill nevermore to grasp
longing for the sounds of memories
as I lay naked in the shadow of death
slipping into the darkness east of Eden
#dark
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Crossed Divider
Lurking like the widowed spider
Wearing the dead man's skin
Shadows concealing all the fear
He has crossed the thick divider
Into the darkness deep inside her
Scratching poetry with a dry quill
With staves pulled from the garter
Unfinished words from the will
Wearing the dead man's skin
Shadows concealing all the fear
He has crossed the thick divider
Into the darkness deep inside her
Scratching poetry with a dry quill
With staves pulled from the garter
Unfinished words from the will
#dark
#erotic
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Cocooning
Lost in the vapors swooning
harnessed to be wed
soft breath on lurid thighs
haunting delirious chastity
with claustrophobic eyes
neath the tapestry on the bed
tamed by the flattery...
cocooning
harnessed to be wed
soft breath on lurid thighs
haunting delirious chastity
with claustrophobic eyes
neath the tapestry on the bed
tamed by the flattery...
cocooning
#dark
#erotic
105 reads
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