HoneyLove
Poem Published
Today 8:05pm
Today 8:05pm
Vodoo Dolly
#dark
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#dirty
34 reads
4 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
Today 6:59pm
Today 6:59pm
Kill me with your love
Show me your creation,
Written down in black ink.
Let me see your darkest thoughts;
I need a place to sink.
I want a place to disappear;
There really is no escape.
If I cannot have someone to love,
Then I will no longer fight my fate.
Love is out there somewhere to find.
All I have to do is look with open eyes,
But I am blind to anyone who could be nice,
Because of the tears I have cried, so many times.
So cut me with your truthfulness,
I want this pain to hurt.
I am no longer playing...
Written down in black ink.
Let me see your darkest thoughts;
I need a place to sink.
I want a place to disappear;
There really is no escape.
If I cannot have someone to love,
Then I will no longer fight my fate.
Love is out there somewhere to find.
All I have to do is look with open eyes,
But I am blind to anyone who could be nice,
Because of the tears I have cried, so many times.
So cut me with your truthfulness,
I want this pain to hurt.
I am no longer playing...
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#WritingPoetry
#fear
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adagio
Poem Published
Today 4:36pm
Today 4:36pm
Box Of A Cello
To the silence of it all, echoing memories
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
of death's moonlight in your eyes
whispering oboes
as you grew pale and I died with you
with chained melodies of love
tucked away in my portmanteau
of my gothic lunch and your tarnished flesh
with lusting palpitations in the twilight
star bright, eternal life
with a mahogany string-box of a cello
and amorous proclivities of my shining
rolling tides along the byways
whittling the night away
...
through the willows and trees
along the thistles of the Susquehanna
of death's moonlight in your eyes
whispering oboes
as you grew pale and I died with you
with chained melodies of love
tucked away in my portmanteau
of my gothic lunch and your tarnished flesh
with lusting palpitations in the twilight
star bright, eternal life
with a mahogany string-box of a cello
and amorous proclivities of my shining
rolling tides along the byways
whittling the night away
...
#dark
15 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Today 4:21pm
Today 4:21pm
Best Fauntleroy
Particles of death lay beneath stone, of gristle and marrow. Chiseled with,
reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone.
Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth
with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the
devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone.
reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone.
Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth
with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the
devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone.
#loneliness
#dark
#erotic
15 reads
3 Comments
Brynn
SweetnSimple
SweetnSimple
Poem Published
Today 2:01am
Today 2:01am
Return of The Deviant
Hi everyone, just wanted to say thank you again for all of your support last month. I'm back and well again!
Last month was definitely a hard time for me and as usual I'm glad that it's passed. Like I said before, prolonged psychosis is never nice and it's treated me like a prisoner.
If anyone else is suffering from psychosis or has dealt with it in the past, I'm here if you want to talk about it. You've supported me and I wanna do the same.
And now that I'm back, I guess I should tell you I got myself a gift recently! But I'll only tell you if you...
Last month was definitely a hard time for me and as usual I'm glad that it's passed. Like I said before, prolonged psychosis is never nice and it's treated me like a prisoner.
If anyone else is suffering from psychosis or has dealt with it in the past, I'm here if you want to talk about it. You've supported me and I wanna do the same.
And now that I'm back, I guess I should tell you I got myself a gift recently! But I'll only tell you if you...
#lust
#dark
#myself #SelfDiscovery
#myself #SelfDiscovery
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HadesRising
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:13am
Yesterday 00:13am
PETRIFY
Every mourn as dawn approaches
I am haunted by yesterday
Feeling the cold grip of destiny
Like the crashing of funeral waves
I feel the walls around your tomb
Closing in
As the skies turn to gray
I see you petrifying
My heart, my queen of stone
As my heart turns so grave
It's so petrifying
Labyrinth of stone
Leads to the hell I crave
I hear the tapping of fingertips
Why are you taunting the depraved?
I can't focus on reality
Going under still so enslaved
I feel the walls around your...
I am haunted by yesterday
Feeling the cold grip of destiny
Like the crashing of funeral waves
I feel the walls around your tomb
Closing in
As the skies turn to gray
I see you petrifying
My heart, my queen of stone
As my heart turns so grave
It's so petrifying
Labyrinth of stone
Leads to the hell I crave
I hear the tapping of fingertips
Why are you taunting the depraved?
I can't focus on reality
Going under still so enslaved
I feel the walls around your...
#dark
#fate
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:33pm
Yesterday 11:33pm
The Times- Picayune
Lo and behold the splinter of night
from the elbow of my shrunken mind
festering decay as I whup the thunder
of erotica's enamel and swollen gums
dripping semen from poetic ovaries
falling down the well, echoing
woven in my shakes of Hell
lo and behold the splinter of night
jumping the queen of dark's Shiloh
from The Times- Picayune, 1862
from the elbow of my shrunken mind
festering decay as I whup the thunder
of erotica's enamel and swollen gums
dripping semen from poetic ovaries
falling down the well, echoing
woven in my shakes of Hell
lo and behold the splinter of night
jumping the queen of dark's Shiloh
from The Times- Picayune, 1862
#dark
#erotic
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:19pm
Yesterday 11:19pm
Ghostly Burlesque
Coming a whisper in shadow's arabesque. With a falsetto in a ghostly Burlesque, of shakers and dervishes. Fermenting my epitaph. Poured
From a beaker's vat. On a bier of granite stone, of my weeping bones.
Through the eyes of a gothic glider, with ravens tarnishing my sorrows.
And Old Nick tapping, with a hickory cane. Coming a whisper in shadow's Arabesque. With a falsetto in a ghostly burlesque, of shakers and dervishes.
From a beaker's vat. On a bier of granite stone, of my weeping bones.
Through the eyes of a gothic glider, with ravens tarnishing my sorrows.
And Old Nick tapping, with a hickory cane. Coming a whisper in shadow's Arabesque. With a falsetto in a ghostly burlesque, of shakers and dervishes.
#dark
#ghosts
23 reads
0 Comments
HoneyLove
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:04pm
Yesterday 9:04pm
My Bloody Bath
#dark
#erotic
#rhyming #orgasm
#rhyming #orgasm
82 reads
4 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:13pm
Yesterday 8:13pm
Forever Winter
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear” - C.S. Lewis
Let’s keep our rooms cold
Inside this house of old
I don’t want to clean up
Let the candles do the work
And my journal take the hurt instead
Let’s keep the front door locked
Nobody knock
There’s nothing left inside
But four walls of rotting wood
Unswept floors and tangled curtains
Dirty dishes
And a scent buried in perfume
Autumn foliage takes hold
Outside this house of mold
This skull of mine aching
From the stench that’s...
Let’s keep our rooms cold
Inside this house of old
I don’t want to clean up
Let the candles do the work
And my journal take the hurt instead
Let’s keep the front door locked
Nobody knock
There’s nothing left inside
But four walls of rotting wood
Unswept floors and tangled curtains
Dirty dishes
And a scent buried in perfume
Autumn foliage takes hold
Outside this house of mold
This skull of mine aching
From the stench that’s...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#fear
37 reads
9 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:26pm
Yesterday 3:26pm
Barren Lands
Slowly the curtain comes down, dark rises
over catacombs and ossuaries of bones
regurgitating the dialysis of my death
and my intravenous dry martini
awakening a moth of my piercing scream
as the tallow drips my impending journey
across the barren lands of COVID-19.
over catacombs and ossuaries of bones
regurgitating the dialysis of my death
and my intravenous dry martini
awakening a moth of my piercing scream
as the tallow drips my impending journey
across the barren lands of COVID-19.
#dark
24 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:18pm
Yesterday 3:18pm
A Fragrant Scent
A fragrant scent of death calling
floating above the sheets
like a silken-winged moth
burning with desires
pouring over me with a reminder
with eyes fixed upon my breath
of cyanide and almonds
dripping into night's oblivion
a fragrant scent of death calling.
floating above the sheets
like a silken-winged moth
burning with desires
pouring over me with a reminder
with eyes fixed upon my breath
of cyanide and almonds
dripping into night's oblivion
a fragrant scent of death calling.
#dark
#gothic
#philosophical
20 reads
4 Comments
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