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. Secondary ID, "SeanAbbey"
Before I Forget
Inspired by unfiltered stains of nicotine
Memoirs of insomnia and stolen dreams
Dripping memories of anxiety in caffeine
Before I forget to get out of my head
In sleepless nights of twilight's addiction
Kicking the crickets out of my bed
Inspired by unfiltered stains of nicotine
Memoirs of insomnia and stolen dreams
Dripping memories of anxiety in caffeine
Before I forget to get out of my head
In sleepless nights of twilight's addiction
Kicking the crickets out of my bed
Inspired by unfiltered stains of nicotine
#anxiety
#dark
#insomnia
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Streets of Manga
With a fragrance of schizophrenia from the therapist's
lace and garter oozing from the Shiba, brushwood,
tasting the breath of my psychosis dripping insanity
listening to voices hanging by strings like crickets
calling my name from a cello, numbing my senses,
arousing my clone in the streets of Manga
lace and garter oozing from the Shiba, brushwood,
tasting the breath of my psychosis dripping insanity
listening to voices hanging by strings like crickets
calling my name from a cello, numbing my senses,
arousing my clone in the streets of Manga
#dark
#erotic
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Mortal Incubus
From the dark side of my mortal incubus
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on"
Haunting my fantasies as I scribble
With the predator's quill
A love affair with my deviant behavior
Forbidden by societal norms
But don't throw rocks at my glass condo
Until you take the plunge
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on."
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on"
Haunting my fantasies as I scribble
With the predator's quill
A love affair with my deviant behavior
Forbidden by societal norms
But don't throw rocks at my glass condo
Until you take the plunge
With a "Whole lot of shakin' goin' on."
#dark
#erotic
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Charade
In this charade of life
saving the last breath
for fools
in their capsule of death
with no metamorphosis
to fall back on
for a fool lives in a shell
of their home-made hell
feverishly fretting
lying in suspicious watchfulness
for an ounce of kindness
to be found in their version
of an unkind world
saving the last breath
for fools
in their capsule of death
with no metamorphosis
to fall back on
for a fool lives in a shell
of their home-made hell
feverishly fretting
lying in suspicious watchfulness
for an ounce of kindness
to be found in their version
of an unkind world
#philosophical
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In Dark's Franchise - with Deliabear
Stolen shadows of the night,
Bestow on my brain a more familiar fright.
With tip of the pen in the dark's franchise
Often just narcistic puppets of moral decay,
Polluting my sonnets, ranting with insanity.
Alone with their Atari and eye shade.
Cutting-out gadgets for the asylum's zoo,
Taking up space in my mind's portmanteau.
Clutching your lunatic heart to squeeze your mortal juice,
Confirming you are still alive, fodder for the worms.
Echoes of your ranting, spreading your black lullaby loose.
Bestow on my brain a more familiar fright.
With tip of the pen in the dark's franchise
Often just narcistic puppets of moral decay,
Polluting my sonnets, ranting with insanity.
Alone with their Atari and eye shade.
Cutting-out gadgets for the asylum's zoo,
Taking up space in my mind's portmanteau.
Clutching your lunatic heart to squeeze your mortal juice,
Confirming you are still alive, fodder for the worms.
Echoes of your ranting, spreading your black lullaby loose.
#collaboration
#dark
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Minuet of Ashes
Blood remembers, dust forgets
in death's minuet of ashes
and smoldering cigarette
shrouded by the hood
in this abyss with no headlights
with no shadow to call my own
in death's minuet of ashes
unblessed, fodder for the worms
shrouded by the hood
in death's minuet of ashes
and smoldering cigarette
shrouded by the hood
in this abyss with no headlights
with no shadow to call my own
in death's minuet of ashes
unblessed, fodder for the worms
shrouded by the hood
#dark
#erotic
174 reads
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Pickpockets
No one cares until narcistic pickpockets
steal their echoes from worn out shoes
along with memories of Mr. Bojangles
now a shadow of growing old until
narcistic pickpockets steal their echoes
steal their echoes from worn out shoes
along with memories of Mr. Bojangles
now a shadow of growing old until
narcistic pickpockets steal their echoes
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
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Ogle of Crickets
Escaping the ogle of crickets
and the cadence of shadows
Spitting the blooms
though picket fences
Neath the moon's buffet
longing to dance
Tie-dyed in knots
escaping the ogle of crickets
and the cadence of shadows
Spitting the blooms
though picket fences
Neath the moon's buffet
longing to dance
Tie-dyed in knots
escaping the ogle of crickets
#dark
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Fonder A Care
Fonder a care of frost in the air
Embossing willow and crystal dew
Yonder where echoes fonder a care
In silent woods where copses sleep
Listening to the wrinkles of time
Embossing willow and crystal dew
Yonder where echoes fonder a care
In silent woods where copses sleep
Listening to the wrinkles of time
#inspirational
#nature
#philosophical #winter
#philosophical #winter
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Not A Matter of Love
It's not a matter of love,
it's my turn to have you
"What's the matter, Daddy?"
Now take off your clothes
I'll burn you with pleasure
you will feel the pain
before you bleed
and then you will explode
your erotic daydream
before the widow of sin
as I sit on your belly
it's not a matter of love
it's my turn to have you
"What's the matter, Daddy?"
Now take off your clothes
I'll burn you with pleasure
you will feel the pain
before you bleed
and then you will explode
your erotic daydream
before the widow of sin
as I sit on your belly
it's not a matter of love
#erotic
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Only Schizophrenia
When twilight is gone, there is only schizophrenia
the whiskey ain't friendly, but the cocaine is tingly
With spit on my grave, no maidens in the nave
hanging on to my autopsy until the dropsy
Listening to echos whispering my karaoke
welcoming me to my lobotomy...
Only schizophrenia
the whiskey ain't friendly, but the cocaine is tingly
With spit on my grave, no maidens in the nave
hanging on to my autopsy until the dropsy
Listening to echos whispering my karaoke
welcoming me to my lobotomy...
Only schizophrenia
#dark
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Camel Toe
On the banks of semen
Cold sperm coming
Fragrance of patchouli
Getting the anvil back
On toe of camel
From the pelvis
Cold sperm coming
Cold sperm coming
Fragrance of patchouli
Getting the anvil back
On toe of camel
From the pelvis
Cold sperm coming
#erotic
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