adagio
Poem Published
Today 4:11am
Today 4:11am
Squid's Pen
Holy water on my casket
with memento mori
and a cold hand
of toads and bullfrogs
the reaper has come
in my weakest hour
poetically speaking
from the dark ink
and deathbed scent
of a squid's pen
with memento mori
and a cold hand
of toads and bullfrogs
the reaper has come
in my weakest hour
poetically speaking
from the dark ink
and deathbed scent
of a squid's pen
#dark
#gothic
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2 Comments
Deepblue
Lexi M
Lexi M
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:41pm
Yesterday 10:41pm
Unbreak me
You found me lying in the bathroom
Hiding the sharp chilling in my bones
I was fighting for a breakthrough
Wishing I had never met you
Living in the silence
waiting for the sirens
Pull me out
For one moment, I looked up screaming God please take me.
How can love make the world go around when it destroys us
for a time.
Unbreak the broken
Unburn the ashes
Pull me out
Hiding the sharp chilling in my bones
I was fighting for a breakthrough
Wishing I had never met you
Living in the silence
waiting for the sirens
Pull me out
For one moment, I looked up screaming God please take me.
How can love make the world go around when it destroys us
for a time.
Unbreak the broken
Unburn the ashes
Pull me out
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
22 reads
12 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:34pm
Yesterday 6:34pm
Blood And Gore
Broken mirrors lie in shattered shards, scattered on a sodden floor
Lethal splinters beneath a splattered ceiling, in the blood and gore
Offal spills from butchered guts and sightless eyes no longer weep
On a pale face there're clotty pools, as brains from a fracture seep
Death remembers naught of pain and fear, or a wielding of an axe
And the gratuitous violence of a madman's, unappeasable attacks
Now that we have lost our minds, now is my time to write a wrong
Despair likes to share, but only silence trips from a bloated tongue
God wasn't by your side...
Lethal splinters beneath a splattered ceiling, in the blood and gore
Offal spills from butchered guts and sightless eyes no longer weep
On a pale face there're clotty pools, as brains from a fracture seep
Death remembers naught of pain and fear, or a wielding of an axe
And the gratuitous violence of a madman's, unappeasable attacks
Now that we have lost our minds, now is my time to write a wrong
Despair likes to share, but only silence trips from a bloated tongue
God wasn't by your side...
#dark
#violence
#death
23 reads
adagio
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 8:37pm
11th Apr 2021 8:37pm
It's Only Ink
In the shadows of my obituary
but it's only ink
under the sweetest of flowers
threads of twilight whisper
enraptured by reflecting shards
touched by the smell of death
waiting for oblivion
evermore in my sleep.
but it's only ink
under the sweetest of flowers
threads of twilight whisper
enraptured by reflecting shards
touched by the smell of death
waiting for oblivion
evermore in my sleep.
#loneliness
#dark
34 reads
4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 7:30pm
11th Apr 2021 7:30pm
a bit of spring cleaning. (a stream of consciousness extravaganza)
My brow furrows
I don't get it
(I never quite get it!.)
The promise of sunshine
of tomorrow's hopes
Always, it seems—
it's tomorrow.
When sometimes all I really need
is a little bit of today
There's timing
and how it's never right.
is it ever?
Friends, families
Those pressures
so uniquely difficult
putting upon
pressing down
and forever changing.
Hours spent trying to reconcile
Logistics and specifics,
it all equals less sleep ...
I don't get it
(I never quite get it!.)
The promise of sunshine
of tomorrow's hopes
Always, it seems—
it's tomorrow.
When sometimes all I really need
is a little bit of today
There's timing
and how it's never right.
is it ever?
Friends, families
Those pressures
so uniquely difficult
putting upon
pressing down
and forever changing.
Hours spent trying to reconcile
Logistics and specifics,
it all equals less sleep ...
#hope
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#funny
#StreamOfConsciousness
60 reads
24 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 7:03pm
11th Apr 2021 7:03pm
Viper ( Life in the Tenderloin)
I'm nothing more than an animal
That is well fed but unsatisfied
Left to roam the grounds fucking
Anyone he finds that arouses him
There is scent he picks up
Not what you think
He can fuck any he uses
Cunts open like an electric garage door
Push a button
Gain easy access
This animal is different
He fucks an occasional toy for sport
He's always searching for ultimate QUIM
QUIM he knows is different
Exotic
Finest odor
Will fit perfectly with his man thing
Will and mold around...
That is well fed but unsatisfied
Left to roam the grounds fucking
Anyone he finds that arouses him
There is scent he picks up
Not what you think
He can fuck any he uses
Cunts open like an electric garage door
Push a button
Gain easy access
This animal is different
He fucks an occasional toy for sport
He's always searching for ultimate QUIM
QUIM he knows is different
Exotic
Finest odor
Will fit perfectly with his man thing
Will and mold around...
#lust
#dark
#sex
#BDSM
#dirty
39 reads
7 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 2:44pm
11th Apr 2021 2:44pm
Give them all a Gun
Give them all a gun
Show them how to have fun
Give a sick teenager a gun
Watch him become a man
Give a mother a gun
Let her protect her young
Give a senile old man a gun
Give a scared old woman a gun
Give a nun a gun
Give a broken teacher a gun
Let them teach with a loaded gun
Give a thief a gun
Give a chief a gun
Load it and cock it and shoot it and drop it
Give a idiot a gun
Give a genius a gun
Give a dog a gun
Let them all have a gun
Let them all have fun
Show them how to have fun
Give a sick teenager a gun
Watch him become a man
Give a mother a gun
Let her protect her young
Give a senile old man a gun
Give a scared old woman a gun
Give a nun a gun
Give a broken teacher a gun
Let them teach with a loaded gun
Give a thief a gun
Give a chief a gun
Load it and cock it and shoot it and drop it
Give a idiot a gun
Give a genius a gun
Give a dog a gun
Let them all have a gun
Let them all have fun
#dark
#GunControl
#funny
24 reads
1 Comment
Dancingwords
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 1:36pm
11th Apr 2021 1:36pm
Incredible Pain, No Gain
The real scar you paid for, I refunded.
The fake receipt I’m calculating, I tolerated.
The real hidden gem, you’re my ultimate prize.
The fake material I’m polishing, I will still thrive.
The real place you needed, I’m the safest.
The fake occupant I’m serving, I am patient.
The real-time zone I only want to spend.
The fake hours I’m investing, I bared.
The real man you prayed for, I’m the one.
The fake request I’m believing, I am summoned.
The real team you drafted in, I want to convey.
The fake alliance I'm signing, I became...
The fake receipt I’m calculating, I tolerated.
The real hidden gem, you’re my ultimate prize.
The fake material I’m polishing, I will still thrive.
The real place you needed, I’m the safest.
The fake occupant I’m serving, I am patient.
The real-time zone I only want to spend.
The fake hours I’m investing, I bared.
The real man you prayed for, I’m the one.
The fake request I’m believing, I am summoned.
The real team you drafted in, I want to convey.
The fake alliance I'm signing, I became...
#dark
#heartbroken
#lies
#betrayal
#FallingInLove
13 reads
0 Comments
samael
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 11:10pm
10th Apr 2021 11:10pm
Betrothal of paper ceiling hearts (as decorations to appease)
I remember shadowed
catastrophic
warmth,
leisurely peeking,
cutting through
the
tree
line
overhead;
we blink to bed.
fatally wounded,
we hung you
upside down
to dry ,
shriveled in your
memories.
...
catastrophic
warmth,
leisurely peeking,
cutting through
the
tree
line
overhead;
we blink to bed.
fatally wounded,
we hung you
upside down
to dry ,
shriveled in your
memories.
...
#love
#dark
#erotic
#UnrequitedLove
#despair
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CArpeNoctem_
CN_
CN_
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 9:50pm
10th Apr 2021 9:50pm
'Self-conceived' love in a twisted mind
Leave your shadow on the wall
your scent in my pillow
stains on my sheet
forgotten clothes on my floor.
Our photos on the ground.
your secrets for me to find,
like a pirate on waves looking for your treasure.
I want the key to your heart, win you over.
Please leave your shadow on my wall
Let me smell you, even when you disappear through the window.
your lips on a empty bottle,
a sweet reminder of your tenderness.
Let me get to know you, like you know my body.
Every inch, every bend.
It's still on my...
your scent in my pillow
stains on my sheet
forgotten clothes on my floor.
Our photos on the ground.
your secrets for me to find,
like a pirate on waves looking for your treasure.
I want the key to your heart, win you over.
Please leave your shadow on my wall
Let me smell you, even when you disappear through the window.
your lips on a empty bottle,
a sweet reminder of your tenderness.
Let me get to know you, like you know my body.
Every inch, every bend.
It's still on my...
#dark
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
#suffering
#deception
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0 Comments
MartenHoyle
Marten Hoyle
Marten Hoyle
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 7:51pm
10th Apr 2021 7:51pm
Stigmata
I hear a rhythmic sound
Like the hearts of seraphim,
Beating in time to the bell
Of the presence which draws near.
It is as if the light has left the room
When the entrance is vocalized.
But my heart is in his chest,
And I don’t know which skin I am beneath.
There are faces in his eyes.
He is in my mirror
(We share these veins)
And there is blood
(I only want to end this)
In the palms of our hands.
There is no shelter from this body.
Am I alone long enough to escape?
To be free of...
Like the hearts of seraphim,
Beating in time to the bell
Of the presence which draws near.
It is as if the light has left the room
When the entrance is vocalized.
But my heart is in his chest,
And I don’t know which skin I am beneath.
There are faces in his eyes.
He is in my mirror
(We share these veins)
And there is blood
(I only want to end this)
In the palms of our hands.
There is no shelter from this body.
Am I alone long enough to escape?
To be free of...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth
29 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 6:42pm
10th Apr 2021 6:42pm
Through The Gramophone
Listening to the dark
bitterness to my taste
all alone...
in my mind's wilderness
as it gets louder
beneath my pillow
so deep in my sleep...
now drowning in sorrows
pulling down the shades
of nevermore...
echoing through the Gramophone
listening to the dark...
bitterness to my taste
all alone...
in my mind's wilderness
as it gets louder
beneath my pillow
so deep in my sleep...
now drowning in sorrows
pulling down the shades
of nevermore...
echoing through the Gramophone
listening to the dark...
#dark
#insomnia
#denial #fear
#denial #fear
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