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. BS doesn't fit me. I just scribble using several ID's.
Whispering Foie Gras
Exhuming graves in search of Winnie
listening to the whispering Foie gras
and delirious laughing echoing party
looking beyond the twilight's elegy
and echelons of stuffed skeletons
stuffed with dry figs and frogs
wobbling sounds, carrion feasting
where beetles nest, in search of Winnie
listening to the whispering Foie gras
and delirious laughing echoing party
looking beyond the twilight's elegy
and echelons of stuffed skeletons
stuffed with dry figs and frogs
wobbling sounds, carrion feasting
where beetles nest, in search of Winnie
#dark
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Prayers In The Abbey
From Cliffs Notes, prayers in the abbey
with the abundance of acorns caps
dripping the dew of dawn's pekoe
surrounded by shadows in dreams
in its spivvy of nature's greenery
touched by the monks of tall trees
as the scent shaker falls the leaves
with the shadow of the rising
giving homely to nature
and the Bonsai
with the abundance of acorns caps
dripping the dew of dawn's pekoe
surrounded by shadows in dreams
in its spivvy of nature's greenery
touched by the monks of tall trees
as the scent shaker falls the leaves
with the shadow of the rising
giving homely to nature
and the Bonsai
#nature
#philosophical
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Welcome To My Oscar
I am the silence in my am, of missing pieces
and loosey-goosey, ricocheting echos,
as the worms creep into my little snuff box,
rallying Pachsis, playing toesies in my Gucci's.
Gravitating to chaos in my coffin's kiosk,
with no time for the laurels, in contradiction,
matching corpse with the voice of my shadow,
with a dab of Maybelline mascara.
Playing dead, at my own picture show,
with a sachet of pale Mephisto,
as the worms creep into my little snuff box,
like the best-supporting actors. ...
and loosey-goosey, ricocheting echos,
as the worms creep into my little snuff box,
rallying Pachsis, playing toesies in my Gucci's.
Gravitating to chaos in my coffin's kiosk,
with no time for the laurels, in contradiction,
matching corpse with the voice of my shadow,
with a dab of Maybelline mascara.
Playing dead, at my own picture show,
with a sachet of pale Mephisto,
as the worms creep into my little snuff box,
like the best-supporting actors. ...
#dark
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No Lint In Pocket
Fuck me into tomorrow's decay. With the hideous foreskin, dripping a scent of broken oeuvre prose. Macabre oddities laying waste to my soul. As all fall down meeting the jugular, the finches meet their doom turning the snow a violent shade of pinions. Giving in to the whiskey of death's breath as the least little sounds in my nightmare wakens the Red Coyote to walk the earth. With grit turning to sand and no lint in the pocket. Just lonely embryos, " 'Cause I love you." Leaving little room, for the sealing wax.
#dark
#erotic
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Wearing Your Throat
Wild night's d'amore in form of delirium
inhaling the scent of your lusting nicotine
because it's the best I can do
at sexual pleasure in this splendid hour
in ecstasy behind the pale naked shadow
wearing your throat in my mind's fresco
seeing as the moon has yet to awaken
no flowers dripping twilight's incognito
but the dew last the choiring cries
as the crickets in castrato gently unfold
your labia majora's shade of misery
freeing the clit from its cage
dipped in Cuervo caliche
inhaling the scent of your lusting nicotine
because it's the best I can do
at sexual pleasure in this splendid hour
in ecstasy behind the pale naked shadow
wearing your throat in my mind's fresco
seeing as the moon has yet to awaken
no flowers dripping twilight's incognito
but the dew last the choiring cries
as the crickets in castrato gently unfold
your labia majora's shade of misery
freeing the clit from its cage
dipped in Cuervo caliche
#dark
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Who's The Dummy
I know who I am, do you?
With yesterday's memories,
common sense cannot be bought.
Hello, goodbye, get up and go to sleep,
whatever.
Sunshine, rain, twilight nightfall,
dew made in Heaven.
Dream, epiphany,
when it could have been a rose.
Now follow my own dream,
where destiny takes me,
in my own glass slipper.
Based on the book, a better tomorrow
and not someone's grand scheme.
Now, who's the dummy?
With yesterday's memories,
common sense cannot be bought.
Hello, goodbye, get up and go to sleep,
whatever.
Sunshine, rain, twilight nightfall,
dew made in Heaven.
Dream, epiphany,
when it could have been a rose.
Now follow my own dream,
where destiny takes me,
in my own glass slipper.
Based on the book, a better tomorrow
and not someone's grand scheme.
Now, who's the dummy?
#lies
#hypocrisy
#philosophical #deception
#philosophical #deception
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Soul Of My Requiem
Touched by the linen of the courtesans
in my curtained sarcophagus
enslaved in peat moss of sodom
pre-ordained my gothic chore
in their grotesque milieu
in a prayer to mother earth
sucking the soul of my requiem
among the undertaker's daffodils
penetrating twilight's gentrification
tasting the seeds of my delirium
with the art of the celibate corpse
touched by the linen of the courtesans
in my curtained sarcophagus
enslaved in peat moss of sodom
pre-ordained my gothic chore
in their grotesque milieu
in a prayer to mother earth
sucking the soul of my requiem
among the undertaker's daffodils
penetrating twilight's gentrification
tasting the seeds of my delirium
with the art of the celibate corpse
touched by the linen of the courtesans
#dark
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Lost In Tequila
Paying dues to the fortuneteller
listening to your breath
from speakers in my mind
like whispers in a teacup
taking refuge inside your dreams
"Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood!"
behind the shadow takers
with your personalized keychain
in everything that is talcum dark
no glory in braiding my lost heart
come sundown on the horizon
lost in tequila among saguaros
listening to your breath
from speakers in my mind
like whispers in a teacup
taking refuge inside your dreams
"Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood!"
behind the shadow takers
with your personalized keychain
in everything that is talcum dark
no glory in braiding my lost heart
come sundown on the horizon
lost in tequila among saguaros
#dark
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Preserved In Séance
On another side of the poppy fields
with addiction comes death
from the old man's beard
written in lowercase
in the underground of corpses
catching the breath of exhumation
preserved in séance listening to her breath
haunting the darkness
as crow calls to crow
on another side of the poppy fields
with addiction comes death
from the old man's beard
written in lowercase
in the underground of corpses
catching the breath of exhumation
preserved in séance listening to her breath
haunting the darkness
as crow calls to crow
on another side of the poppy fields
#dark
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Hushing Tones
The silent seekers wait for the hushing tones
quiet as the fingers of Pandora's Box
in your gothic beauty as ambulance lights sing
whispering to breathe autumn's cocaine
deep as the emotions that sleep among the dead
in lieu of shadows seeking a flicker of your breath
and no songbirds are singing weeping the trees
now giving over to the corpse
quiet as the fingers of Pandora's Box
in your gothic beauty as ambulance lights sing
whispering to breathe autumn's cocaine
deep as the emotions that sleep among the dead
in lieu of shadows seeking a flicker of your breath
and no songbirds are singing weeping the trees
now giving over to the corpse
#dark
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Sixpence Of Your Echo
Summer set on the autumn
neath the breath of the moon
now the trees are empty
as the leaves wrap the dew
I cry wrapped in my blanket
with a scent of you
unspeakable whisper
in the garden shade of twilight
worth sixpence of your echo
neath the breath of the moon
now the trees are empty
as the leaves wrap the dew
I cry wrapped in my blanket
with a scent of you
unspeakable whisper
in the garden shade of twilight
worth sixpence of your echo
#love
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Beyond Eternity
Profane and insanity inheriting the dark's twilight
dancing into oblivion seduced by her cold flesh
chilling my breath of no tomorrow
feeling the restraints shackle my soul
of the moth's gallows in my sisto
beyond eternity in transparency dripping death.
dancing into oblivion seduced by her cold flesh
chilling my breath of no tomorrow
feeling the restraints shackle my soul
of the moth's gallows in my sisto
beyond eternity in transparency dripping death.
#dark
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