Collaboration Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#collaboration
adagio
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 3:29pm
13th Oct 2024 3:29pm
Wings Folded Back - with Everavalon
Discipline me ‘til your soul feeds
Dine on my jewels
Fondle my flesh
Until I’m deep in your arms
Please teach me
how to glance into your skies
‘neath the prism of wild;
In the locus of passion
Where there’s an itch in adulation
awareness in a trance
In my pink Cadillac
Lusting for a position
In love’s sexiest game
stroking the course before the sharp
seduce me until the sweat beads
Remove thy veil of lace and netting
Touch me until my soul bleeds
cauterizing the ash
of nightmares
before I...
Dine on my jewels
Fondle my flesh
Until I’m deep in your arms
Please teach me
how to glance into your skies
‘neath the prism of wild;
In the locus of passion
Where there’s an itch in adulation
awareness in a trance
In my pink Cadillac
Lusting for a position
In love’s sexiest game
stroking the course before the sharp
seduce me until the sweat beads
Remove thy veil of lace and netting
Touch me until my soul bleeds
cauterizing the ash
of nightmares
before I...
#collaboration
#erotic
158 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 11:58pm
10th Oct 2024 11:58pm
Blood on The Easel - with Everavalon
Blushing and brushing
with the blood on the easel
shuffling and rushing
through gains marked as evil.
The skin of putrified flesh
the thyroid bone sharpening.
Churned and still fresh
the razor is darkening.
Nicotine-stained-eyes
dripping from the throat's smile
cracking like walnuts.
With shells that compile
squirrels that fuss
busting the gut.
Leveraging
hemorrhaging.
with the blood on the easel
shuffling and rushing
through gains marked as evil.
The skin of putrified flesh
the thyroid bone sharpening.
Churned and still fresh
the razor is darkening.
Nicotine-stained-eyes
dripping from the throat's smile
cracking like walnuts.
With shells that compile
squirrels that fuss
busting the gut.
Leveraging
hemorrhaging.
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
165 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 8:47pm
6th Oct 2024 8:47pm
Without a Blunderbuss - with Everavalon
Let me in, inside your soul as darkness follows
slumbering becoming the pawn of obsessions
turning you into a cunt, so annoying anonymous
cocksucker, suffocating in the back of your throat
unborn fetus on your chest coming to me lingering
and clawing in your mind disallowing wind chimes
banging you as the calliope played, "Sodom going
to make you a hungry bird." Without a blunderbuss
of thought inside your hybrid soul.
Let me out, clandestine absorbing of waking tethers
gripping, ripping at the womb of the flesh to clear ...
slumbering becoming the pawn of obsessions
turning you into a cunt, so annoying anonymous
cocksucker, suffocating in the back of your throat
unborn fetus on your chest coming to me lingering
and clawing in your mind disallowing wind chimes
banging you as the calliope played, "Sodom going
to make you a hungry bird." Without a blunderbuss
of thought inside your hybrid soul.
Let me out, clandestine absorbing of waking tethers
gripping, ripping at the womb of the flesh to clear ...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
226 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 12:44pm
6th Oct 2024 12:44pm
Gravedigger's Gout - with Mel44
Twilight’s oblivion
lights just went out
darkness spreads
like a cancerous bout
mortals in ashes
as the curtain fell about
absent illumination
life does not sprout
dead are the blooms
in shades of drought
petals in metamorphosis
without light to scout
putrid the stench
of a gravedigger’s gout
depths of desolation
leaves me to pout
lights just went out
darkness spreads
like a cancerous bout
mortals in ashes
as the curtain fell about
absent illumination
life does not sprout
dead are the blooms
in shades of drought
petals in metamorphosis
without light to scout
putrid the stench
of a gravedigger’s gout
depths of desolation
leaves me to pout
#collaboration
#dark
#disappointment
188 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 2:22pm
4th Oct 2024 2:22pm
Funky Cold Medina - with Everavalon
On a lonely street of buckling cobblestones, time has passed by. An elderly lady moves into an old Victorian-style home across the street from an abandoned cemetery overgrown with weeds and shadows of dark clouds overhead echoing a muted pendulum as if thunder with strep throat and the trees shorn of leaves were suffering from gout. Approaching the house, she could sense that the house resented her company. With every step, the house screamed from the bottom of its throat. She thought the house, her Funky Cold Medina, aphrodisiac. a gothic order of nuns teaching the dead. The dead, the voices...
#collaboration
#dark
#gothic
#horror
#scary
271 reads
8 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 8:44pm
2nd Oct 2024 8:44pm
Killing Me Softly _ with "Adagio"
Dancing with shadows at midnight's spell
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
#bittersweet
#collaboration
#night #shadows
#night #shadows
129 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 10:30pm
1st Oct 2024 10:30pm
The Cat's Aye - with Lilliputian
Turning on the switch talking to the dead
and insomniacs in a seance smearing the
lipstick. Hiding decayed memories
to absorb melancholy within the jester mask.
Feeling the cold breath of the cat
with chatoyant eyes, nod aye. Weaving a cat's
cradle of empty dreams beneath the wings
of a scanty crow, weeping for Poe.
and insomniacs in a seance smearing the
lipstick. Hiding decayed memories
to absorb melancholy within the jester mask.
Feeling the cold breath of the cat
with chatoyant eyes, nod aye. Weaving a cat's
cradle of empty dreams beneath the wings
of a scanty crow, weeping for Poe.
#collaboration
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
179 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 1:50pm
27th Sep 2024 1:50pm
Pieces of The Puzzle - with Everavalon
Missing from the department store's window, covered with cobwebs and dust, a mannequin with a pulse stood at the foot of my bed. It was naked and wearing my wife's pale skin but had no eyes, ears, or mouth. They were stitched closed as if by wire from a musical instrument, perhaps a mandolin cello. I was awakened by the strings of Mantovani's "Unchained Melody," as if echoing from miles away. The expressionless void of its tenor was edgy as if its voice box was out of gear. Raspy and raw, it mumbled some quips about life as a vector of disarray like some urchin, shriveled up. The...
#collaboration
#dark
176 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 9:00pm
24th Sep 2024 9:00pm
Therefore I Am - with Everavalon
The sound of silence therefore I am
peeling the flesh thinking it's wallpaper.
Closing my eyes, to voices in my head,
they are coming, robbing me of my soul
as I open my eyes. A shadow weeps
and then dies procuring the nothing
— with a lilt of opacity percolating
in this absence of will. Breaking task
with a desolate mask. Measuring obscurity
with a fine tooth. I wept many tears in the
gloaming, though ashen and twisted.
This feathered knot is misbehaving.
peeling the flesh thinking it's wallpaper.
Closing my eyes, to voices in my head,
they are coming, robbing me of my soul
as I open my eyes. A shadow weeps
and then dies procuring the nothing
— with a lilt of opacity percolating
in this absence of will. Breaking task
with a desolate mask. Measuring obscurity
with a fine tooth. I wept many tears in the
gloaming, though ashen and twisted.
This feathered knot is misbehaving.
#collaboration
#dark
185 reads
6 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 2:17am
23rd Sep 2024 2:17am
Shrouds of Linen - with Mel44
Descending into madness
poetically enshrined
in shrouds made of linen
lives lie resigned
Graveyard abandoned
barren and in disrepair
sentiment of loss
lingers in the air
Overture for death
sounds in the distance
souls crossing over
with passive resistance
Whispers of insanity
calling from below
as the reaper reminds
it is their time to go
Fading silence
a fatalist destiny
nestled in a wooden bed
wrapped in debauchery
poetically enshrined
in shrouds made of linen
lives lie resigned
Graveyard abandoned
barren and in disrepair
sentiment of loss
lingers in the air
Overture for death
sounds in the distance
souls crossing over
with passive resistance
Whispers of insanity
calling from below
as the reaper reminds
it is their time to go
Fading silence
a fatalist destiny
nestled in a wooden bed
wrapped in debauchery
#collaboration
#dark
150 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 5:29pm
22nd Sep 2024 5:29pm
Echoing Myths - with Mel44
Ebbing twilight of souls, gods, and monsters
the banshee’s scream echoing myths
roaming the Irish countryside
a supernatural songstress
wailing an omen of doom
hovering, floating, like a mist
gliding over the thatched cottages
where the aroma of Stobhach lingers
a foretelling for the dying
lamenting anguish
releasing a sonic scream
eclipsing whisperings of the heart
the inhumane amplitude of fatality
shattering the winter’s glass of ice
an eeriness of imminent demise
forged by the banshee’s song
mournful melodies ...
the banshee’s scream echoing myths
roaming the Irish countryside
a supernatural songstress
wailing an omen of doom
hovering, floating, like a mist
gliding over the thatched cottages
where the aroma of Stobhach lingers
a foretelling for the dying
lamenting anguish
releasing a sonic scream
eclipsing whisperings of the heart
the inhumane amplitude of fatality
shattering the winter’s glass of ice
an eeriness of imminent demise
forged by the banshee’s song
mournful melodies ...
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts #witches
#ghosts #witches
174 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 8:13pm
21st Sep 2024 8:13pm
Whose Shadow Now - with Lilliputian
Set back from on the cul-de-sac the house stood silent surrounded by a flamboyance of pink plastic flamingos that turned their heads and preamble the inhuman condition.
Taking his work home, from the mortuary. Silhouette shadows stole bodies and followed him to Apple Valley Lane. Taking possession as if a scripted cold moon jiving with psychotic superstitious lunatics, creeping in Seattle leaking cider of a disorder as if dripping from the oil pan of a Toyota. Brought on by intoxicated unhallowed sounds of decadent scalpels.
He felt insufficient as if his own Neanderthal...
Taking his work home, from the mortuary. Silhouette shadows stole bodies and followed him to Apple Valley Lane. Taking possession as if a scripted cold moon jiving with psychotic superstitious lunatics, creeping in Seattle leaking cider of a disorder as if dripping from the oil pan of a Toyota. Brought on by intoxicated unhallowed sounds of decadent scalpels.
He felt insufficient as if his own Neanderthal...
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts #shadows
#ghosts #shadows
185 reads
10 Comments
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