oskar
Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 3:20pm
19th Dec 2023 3:20pm
walla between us
Walls Between Us
When I opened the door to my cabin, I was met with a summer kiss by the love that one day would say goodbye
I write haiku and a dotted napkin, waiting for the bill
three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor cafe, I tried to remember many experiences I have had, seen, or read about for an odd
the reason I remember the read better than the lived
this, I think, was when living through high drama
I was usually pissed
At a pavement cafe, I tried to piece together the many threads of my life, if I could tie the...
When I opened the door to my cabin, I was met with a summer kiss by the love that one day would say goodbye
I write haiku and a dotted napkin, waiting for the bill
three glasses of wine and a packet of fags
At the outdoor cafe, I tried to remember many experiences I have had, seen, or read about for an odd
the reason I remember the read better than the lived
this, I think, was when living through high drama
I was usually pissed
At a pavement cafe, I tried to piece together the many threads of my life, if I could tie the...
#astrology
#curse
#karma
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 00:54am
12th Nov 2023 00:54am
Precursor To Dreams
A precursor to dreams, dream blue dripping
frankincense, my shadow an arsonist of my
imagination's narcissistic masochist quill,
from my mamma's moustache in metaphors
of residue from the franchise of insanity
buried in compost dressed in hosiery,
and my johnny coat, light in my loafers
a precursor to dreams, dream blue.
frankincense, my shadow an arsonist of my
imagination's narcissistic masochist quill,
from my mamma's moustache in metaphors
of residue from the franchise of insanity
buried in compost dressed in hosiery,
and my johnny coat, light in my loafers
a precursor to dreams, dream blue.
#dark
#corruption
#curse
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 10:38pm
4th Nov 2023 10:38pm
History
Over and over again I keep on dreaming about a manifestation of magic
Promises of gold
and maybe women
To leagues of the unwanted and the needless
The unforgiven
We've been living our lives at the wrong edge of the blade
Now it's so poetic how sharp it seems to be
And we ain't working on a miracle.
No wishmaster's left to conjure up
We put all our hopes in stuff that'll never measure up
And its so fitting.
Promises of gold
and maybe women
To leagues of the unwanted and the needless
The unforgiven
We've been living our lives at the wrong edge of the blade
Now it's so poetic how sharp it seems to be
And we ain't working on a miracle.
No wishmaster's left to conjure up
We put all our hopes in stuff that'll never measure up
And its so fitting.
#curse
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 6:43am
31st Oct 2023 6:43am
The Seelie Court
Haunted
my home gives way to
sprinkles of footsteps
frozen in plain midstep
distance
On tonight,
the likes of the
Silver Moon
may give length
to the backs of beasts
that flood corners of
h i d d e n
e n t r a n c e s
My heart!
I'm entranced
the geasa grips
the elf-shot
which was no doubt dipped
in little pin-prick
pinch marks
I'm convinced
that Sprites of
The Seelie Court
are
circling my bed
With prose of the like
I'm ne'er to...
my home gives way to
sprinkles of footsteps
frozen in plain midstep
distance
On tonight,
the likes of the
Silver Moon
may give length
to the backs of beasts
that flood corners of
h i d d e n
e n t r a n c e s
My heart!
I'm entranced
the geasa grips
the elf-shot
which was no doubt dipped
in little pin-prick
pinch marks
I'm convinced
that Sprites of
The Seelie Court
are
circling my bed
With prose of the like
I'm ne'er to...
#fairies
#magic
#curse
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 6:35am
29th Oct 2023 6:35am
fight the sands of time
I need to kiss you to show my hunger
Feel your body pressed against mine
Hear you tell me that you want me
As I hum with my lips against your neck
Hands in my hair, on my hips, my back
Never close enough, it's never enough
I want to see your eyes black with desire
And your lips soft with loving words
A hand around my throat holding me
Pinned butterflies and pounding hearts
Frantic movements making up for lost time
Kissing you as if it would stop the sands of it
I'm trapped in our old and new memories
The only way out is your...
Feel your body pressed against mine
Hear you tell me that you want me
As I hum with my lips against your neck
Hands in my hair, on my hips, my back
Never close enough, it's never enough
I want to see your eyes black with desire
And your lips soft with loving words
A hand around my throat holding me
Pinned butterflies and pounding hearts
Frantic movements making up for lost time
Kissing you as if it would stop the sands of it
I'm trapped in our old and new memories
The only way out is your...
#love
#addiction
#passion
#curse
#weakness
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 8:07am
19th Sep 2023 8:07am
the end of tomorrow
The End of Tomorrow
When you sit alone in your room, enjoying your solitude and someone tells you, this is the time of your life, the trivial will say you can sleep til ten, in the morning if you want to and you think, why not forever
You know there is no afterlife, you knew that when nine years old Santa Claus, was the woman next door
in drag, handing out gifts, paid for by your mother.
When the doorbell chimes and a christian sadist makes it clear you must believe in Jesus because you are old and can die, any moment now.
When you listen to the soft breaths of...
When you sit alone in your room, enjoying your solitude and someone tells you, this is the time of your life, the trivial will say you can sleep til ten, in the morning if you want to and you think, why not forever
You know there is no afterlife, you knew that when nine years old Santa Claus, was the woman next door
in drag, handing out gifts, paid for by your mother.
When the doorbell chimes and a christian sadist makes it clear you must believe in Jesus because you are old and can die, any moment now.
When you listen to the soft breaths of...
#atheism
#astrology
#fate
#curse
#karma
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sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
15th Sep 2023 2:19am
15th Sep 2023 2:19am
Light and Longing
Orange light funneling out on the water
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
A yellow beam greets it, missing synchronicity
Two fellows of solitude; signalling sanctuary
But their gaze never meets
As their selfless beacons dance upon the sea
How doomed are the rays
that never cross paths,
How romantic the intentions
that fall short of the mark?
Isnt the anticipation part of the thrill...
Do not the waves disturb the ocean still?
Perhaps lightkeepers are happy with their lot
To pour hours into good company,
the point is not
Then how sad for me...
#sea
#water
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
#curse
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Longblackhair6
DMT
DMT
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 9:11am
14th Sep 2023 9:11am
Little White House
Little White House...
Why do you have a red door?
Why do you have black shutters?
And vultures that fly a soar?
Little White House...
Why do I hear screaming at night?
And glasses breaking?
As children are crying in fright.
Little White House...
Why am I the only one not afraid of you?
Even I could be tortured if I enter.
I know you could make me black and blue.
Little White House...
Who do you have hiding inside?
Why won't you let me see?
And have your curtains opened wide?
Little White House...
What is that...
Why do you have a red door?
Why do you have black shutters?
And vultures that fly a soar?
Little White House...
Why do I hear screaming at night?
And glasses breaking?
As children are crying in fright.
Little White House...
Why am I the only one not afraid of you?
Even I could be tortured if I enter.
I know you could make me black and blue.
Little White House...
Who do you have hiding inside?
Why won't you let me see?
And have your curtains opened wide?
Little White House...
What is that...
#dark
#scary
#mystery
#curse
#horror
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
tomato video
A vegetarian video
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
a boy on shore leave
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
16th Jul 2023 8:27pm
A Loathsome Lullaby
In a village veiled by shadows deep
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
Lived a witch whose vengeance she vowed to keep
Condemned to hang, her spirit filled with ire
She whispered a curse as she faced the pyre
As the noose tightened, her eyes gleamed with malice
Promising rebirth and a sinister chalice
The villagers cheered, unaware of their plight
For the witch would return, engulfed in the night
Years passed, and the village slumbered unaware
The darkness stirring, of the witch's snare
She bided her time, bidding evil to thrive
Creeping through shadows, ready...
#dark
#death
#evil
#witches
#curse
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Maple666
Poem Published
26th Jun 2023 7:41pm
26th Jun 2023 7:41pm
Bowline Knots
She was complex
As though she was
Tied by an imaginary
Twine of string
All knotted ,
And platted tight
From her two inch wedge heels
To her floaty raven hair
She was beguiling
She attracted attention
Where ever she roamed
But she was always so restrained
Almost waiting, nonchalantly
For some catastrophes
You could see a hint of
Pain etched in her
Wide hazel eyes ,
That held her upright
And to uptight
Fastened with invisible
Bowline knots that only
She could see from...
As though she was
Tied by an imaginary
Twine of string
All knotted ,
And platted tight
From her two inch wedge heels
To her floaty raven hair
She was beguiling
She attracted attention
Where ever she roamed
But she was always so restrained
Almost waiting, nonchalantly
For some catastrophes
You could see a hint of
Pain etched in her
Wide hazel eyes ,
That held her upright
And to uptight
Fastened with invisible
Bowline knots that only
She could see from...
#anxiety
#TimeHeals
#PowerOfWords
#curse
#bittersweet
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