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"
Frayed Dreams
A symphony of dreams bursting cold dark shadows
tethered to the twilight's umbilical of decaying souls
swallowed by the grave's laughter of ashen wood
holding on to the frayed dreams echoing my fate
as fingers grasp my jugular, singing to me a lullaby
of haunted memories dissolving into despair
where once was a symphony...
Now a Sticky Note on the Frigidaire
tethered to the twilight's umbilical of decaying souls
swallowed by the grave's laughter of ashen wood
holding on to the frayed dreams echoing my fate
as fingers grasp my jugular, singing to me a lullaby
of haunted memories dissolving into despair
where once was a symphony...
Now a Sticky Note on the Frigidaire
#dark
#dreams
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Ain't no Pine Tar
Ain't no pine tar now that you are gone as your shadow lingers
across my weary bones with fingers of decay and dead leaves
as asphalt crumbles like old crones whispering secrets in the
moon's footsteps where once you were warm in your Caddy
shack now cold as the winds in a forgotten farewell your
beloved a thousand night as sentinel ain't no pine tar now that
you are gone now a dark bloody lonely road
across my weary bones with fingers of decay and dead leaves
as asphalt crumbles like old crones whispering secrets in the
moon's footsteps where once you were warm in your Caddy
shack now cold as the winds in a forgotten farewell your
beloved a thousand night as sentinel ain't no pine tar now that
you are gone now a dark bloody lonely road
#dark
#erotic
#love
112 reads
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Evermore
Here in this wraith with no breath to borrow
death is but a silence echoing the ravens
with no more whispers of insanity, nevermore
just lullabies fading to ghostly oblivion
only silence in this void taking up spaces
in death, wanderer to be for in stillness
we find the dead, evermore
death is but a silence echoing the ravens
with no more whispers of insanity, nevermore
just lullabies fading to ghostly oblivion
only silence in this void taking up spaces
in death, wanderer to be for in stillness
we find the dead, evermore
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
120 reads
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Becoming the Animal
Dark free verse dabbling in obscenity
longing to seduce you in long blades of grass
to glide every inch of my tongue on your body
faceless in the crowd, protected by twilight
in your state of akimbo, of naked debauchery
as you become the animal
longing to seduce you in long blades of grass
to glide every inch of my tongue on your body
faceless in the crowd, protected by twilight
in your state of akimbo, of naked debauchery
as you become the animal
#dark
#erotic
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Unraveling Narrative
b]Unraveling narrative entwined in your corset
with the decadent essence of the piranha
Beneath the stone in nicotine's addiction
dealing the Tarot from stiletto to infinity's
remnants locked in a cradle absent of light
With each heartbeat, a scythe to my ears
on a tapestry of forgotten years with the
essence of the piranha in the dark's coal tar
dangling from the umbilical, possessed [/b]
with the decadent essence of the piranha
Beneath the stone in nicotine's addiction
dealing the Tarot from stiletto to infinity's
remnants locked in a cradle absent of light
With each heartbeat, a scythe to my ears
on a tapestry of forgotten years with the
essence of the piranha in the dark's coal tar
dangling from the umbilical, possessed [/b]
#dark
#erotic
#lust
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Vessels of Home Brew
A symphony in shadows and secret spells convening in the convent
with chatoyant eyes and that of ancient crones weaving sacraments
and quilting with gnarly flickering needles
Wrapped in dusk gathering the cawing crows of haunting echoes East
of Eden and south of The Mason Dixie Line where the asphalt bubbles
in a cauldron of sin... Playing, "Misty" for me
From deep within, the moon's fickle claws reflecting in the broth
simmering sympathy for the old crones knees genuflecting to
vessels of the home brew ladling the Roux
...
with chatoyant eyes and that of ancient crones weaving sacraments
and quilting with gnarly flickering needles
Wrapped in dusk gathering the cawing crows of haunting echoes East
of Eden and south of The Mason Dixie Line where the asphalt bubbles
in a cauldron of sin... Playing, "Misty" for me
From deep within, the moon's fickle claws reflecting in the broth
simmering sympathy for the old crones knees genuflecting to
vessels of the home brew ladling the Roux
...
#dark
#erotic
114 reads
2 Comments
On my way to Sayonara
On yellowed pages where chaos lingers whispering innuendos
spilling the beans of kudos and raucous lewd absurdity
crunching the numbers on the dark's abacus on my way to
Sayonara
by way of the bamboo tonguing, the edges of immortality
of my debaucheries, deep desire found in the crevasses
indulging me with your pork pie
with fractured jesters dripping my Sake in the moonlight
of the decadent, lotus rose by way of Albuquerque
I pledge you my flesh wearing my johnny coat of insanity
on my way to Sayonara ...
spilling the beans of kudos and raucous lewd absurdity
crunching the numbers on the dark's abacus on my way to
Sayonara
by way of the bamboo tonguing, the edges of immortality
of my debaucheries, deep desire found in the crevasses
indulging me with your pork pie
with fractured jesters dripping my Sake in the moonlight
of the decadent, lotus rose by way of Albuquerque
I pledge you my flesh wearing my johnny coat of insanity
on my way to Sayonara ...
#dark
#erotic
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The Wick is Thick

#dark
#erotic
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Cold Dark Ghetto
Engorged succulence dark's Bohemian
seductive sweet lips of innuendo
embraced by luscious unfold
and ecstasy's tantalizing bouquet
captured by the essence of your soul
as I lay me down to sleep
in stealth my awakening in the grave's
cold dark damp ghetto with no bones to creep
with the earth's molars chewing my gangrene
just ligaments of my aorta leading to my soul
seductive sweet lips of innuendo
embraced by luscious unfold
and ecstasy's tantalizing bouquet
captured by the essence of your soul
as I lay me down to sleep
in stealth my awakening in the grave's
cold dark damp ghetto with no bones to creep
with the earth's molars chewing my gangrene
just ligaments of my aorta leading to my soul
#dark
#erotic
163 reads
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Among Green
Summer winds as the leaves' minuet
in silk stockings among the green
of gentle glades and trees
yawning memories of days gone by
lullabies when you were but three
in silk stockings among the green
of gentle glades and trees
yawning memories of days gone by
lullabies when you were but three
#memories
#philosophical
92 reads
7 Comments
Ain't No Sunshine
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
her ghost of ashes turned to stone
haunting refrain in depths farewell
in the twilight where shadows linger
holding secrets on the edge of dreams
with an unfiltered dark symphony
and in whispers she hears her name
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
#dark
#ghosts
#love
96 reads
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Whisk of Soul
Dancing on embered whispers Jumpin' Jack flew
down the flue where shadows conspired
with a flicker of the wick and whisk of the soul
dancing on embers of twilight
void of breath laughing like a ghost lurking
in the corners of one's mind echoing fright
pirouetting in the dark's Tutu
a ghost in disguise masquerading as a fly
in chilling embrace beckoning love
one's square heart in a deck of cards
Jumpin' Jack flew down the flue
with the whispers of the dead
down the flue where shadows conspired
with a flicker of the wick and whisk of the soul
dancing on embers of twilight
void of breath laughing like a ghost lurking
in the corners of one's mind echoing fright
pirouetting in the dark's Tutu
a ghost in disguise masquerading as a fly
in chilling embrace beckoning love
one's square heart in a deck of cards
Jumpin' Jack flew down the flue
with the whispers of the dead
#dark
#erotic
173 reads
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