Vortex32167
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:59pm
Yesterday 8:59pm
The draining of the Day
My soul is drained of all hope and light.
A dark void lurks and keeps me company.
Creeping in the cracks I showed over time,
It is trying to take me over completely.
Darker and grimmer my days become,
Slowly and surely killing the joy I once had.
Sadness, pain, my mind has reached its limit,
The constant chatter and noise drives me mad.
I’ve shown my weakness to it, it knows where to hurt,
He has shown me the way out, I know where to go.
The way is clear and my intentions are justified.
Now It’s only, when and how will I...
A dark void lurks and keeps me company.
Creeping in the cracks I showed over time,
It is trying to take me over completely.
Darker and grimmer my days become,
Slowly and surely killing the joy I once had.
Sadness, pain, my mind has reached its limit,
The constant chatter and noise drives me mad.
I’ve shown my weakness to it, it knows where to hurt,
He has shown me the way out, I know where to go.
The way is clear and my intentions are justified.
Now It’s only, when and how will I...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
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1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:29pm
Yesterday 1:29pm
Nocturne She Spun
My muse has thought it high time to return
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
giving me the cold shoulder and a chill
picking a fine time to leave me, no words to spill
around a group of poets and forget-me-nots
of pot eaters wearing wife beaters of polka dots
a few came in friendship and homeruns
oh dear! one had a potbelly gun
stuck to his waistcoat with chewing gum
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
assembled for fun in the shadow of the sun
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
giving me the cold shoulder and a chill
picking a fine time to leave me, no words to spill
around a group of poets and forget-me-nots
of pot eaters wearing wife beaters of polka dots
a few came in friendship and homeruns
oh dear! one had a potbelly gun
stuck to his waistcoat with chewing gum
from the urn, a ghastly nocturne she spun
assembled for fun in the shadow of the sun
#dark
#emptiness
#emotional #passion
#emotional #passion
41 reads
4 Comments
sight
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:12am
Yesterday 3:12am
Say a prayer
7.8 earthquake hit Turkey
Massive destruction, hundreds of buildings collapsed
Thousands could be dead
Massive destruction, hundreds of buildings collapsed
Thousands could be dead
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 7:04pm
5th Feb 2023 7:04pm
Big Bad's Bag
In my hand, the sand shaker and the utensil which I scribble. In the throat of the dark, I sleep in the inkwell. Hearing the footfalls of voices. "This little piggy, he brings a fork..." From the shadow space of bedlam's widow. Now a hollow shell on the pillow. Catching a breath, making a cat's cradle from strings of death's library. Inhaling the screams of illicit dreams. Perhaps, another theme. From the inner sanctum of my lobotomy, among the dead, as they tiptoe across the moss. Now as I huff and puff in my Big Bad's Bag and shortbread too. In my hand, the sand shaker, to dry the ink of...
#dark
67 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 6:17am
5th Feb 2023 6:17am
in the depths of pain
in the depths of madness there are no names
just veiled faces marred with pain
sacred souls wander in and out
carrying so much hurt
I dare not speak it into being
sorrow peaks and withdraws leaving a deep ache
lady love has gone
her chance came and went
I felt you leave one day
emptiness moved in and brought loneliness with it
I was bound to the feeling but couldn't express it
do you know me Sir?
I ask quietly lest my demons hear me
my jailers are trying to snuff me out
I still...
just veiled faces marred with pain
sacred souls wander in and out
carrying so much hurt
I dare not speak it into being
sorrow peaks and withdraws leaving a deep ache
lady love has gone
her chance came and went
I felt you leave one day
emptiness moved in and brought loneliness with it
I was bound to the feeling but couldn't express it
do you know me Sir?
I ask quietly lest my demons hear me
my jailers are trying to snuff me out
I still...
#love
#dark
68 reads
5 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 3:05am
5th Feb 2023 3:05am
Sine Qua Non
There are people who
Want me to empathize,
I am unsure what tears would change
Rather wear you like a sweater
Share our stitches,
Torn for better
There are people who
Dream me an enemy,
Golly I wish but not that vain
I don't share your taste for leather
More like cheap wine,
Caffeine, stutter
There are people who
Need to see me erased
Just say my name and that's okay
Sometimes feel like antimatter
Watch us scramble,
Fucked up patterns
There are people who
Feel me lucid engraved, ...
Want me to empathize,
I am unsure what tears would change
Rather wear you like a sweater
Share our stitches,
Torn for better
There are people who
Dream me an enemy,
Golly I wish but not that vain
I don't share your taste for leather
More like cheap wine,
Caffeine, stutter
There are people who
Need to see me erased
Just say my name and that's okay
Sometimes feel like antimatter
Watch us scramble,
Fucked up patterns
There are people who
Feel me lucid engraved, ...
#love
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#SelfReflection
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 10:10pm
4th Feb 2023 10:10pm
said
vulnerable in thought
quick to deed if it numbs
senses sharp, too sharp perhaps
I feel too much
I am moral and form opinion
I'm of the Vampire Empire
synced in but I won't eat
not while the elite pig out on their own
I'm owed what is due
it matters not at the moment
soldiers of the order rectify
it will be as it should be
this is no disservice or disrespect
just an observation
have you ever noticed all the curses that come with medication?
you pay with evil side effects
while big pharma-con line...
quick to deed if it numbs
senses sharp, too sharp perhaps
I feel too much
I am moral and form opinion
I'm of the Vampire Empire
synced in but I won't eat
not while the elite pig out on their own
I'm owed what is due
it matters not at the moment
soldiers of the order rectify
it will be as it should be
this is no disservice or disrespect
just an observation
have you ever noticed all the curses that come with medication?
you pay with evil side effects
while big pharma-con line...
#dark
52 reads
1 Comment
Fishmander
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 8:48pm
4th Feb 2023 8:48pm
Alchemist ll
I am not a monster
But sometimes I think I am
Since I don't really care
But I want to understand
I am not a monster
But I can still imagine:
Feeling cold like I should
Smiling calm, still, beneath waves
My mind is a clutter
From disposal to gutter,
But yet I am still high
Acting like I am above
Dear I will remember
And yes God do I hate it;
They helped me with the basement
But fell victim to the attic
Why must they flock to me?
Why can't they just let us sleep?
Gave up my taste...
But sometimes I think I am
Since I don't really care
But I want to understand
I am not a monster
But I can still imagine:
Feeling cold like I should
Smiling calm, still, beneath waves
My mind is a clutter
From disposal to gutter,
But yet I am still high
Acting like I am above
Dear I will remember
And yes God do I hate it;
They helped me with the basement
But fell victim to the attic
Why must they flock to me?
Why can't they just let us sleep?
Gave up my taste...
#love
#dark
#narrative
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
48 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 1:39pm
4th Feb 2023 1:39pm
Chicken Little Says...
Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling." The gizmo keeps on knocking, a cacophony of horror. So say the warlocks of the macabre. Disguised with cosmetics. Riding a crooked horse of the apocalypse. Darkening the sky of oblivion, as crickets strum their violins. Fasting before the corpse of death's theme. Cloaking, then feeding the Tin Man a buffet at the diners, drive-ins, and dives. While the sweet chariot carries the bones gathering at the tannery. Scraping away the flesh, to make lampshades for the Cyclops flea market. Chicken Little, says," the sky is falling."
#dark
#gothic
96 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 3:11am
4th Feb 2023 3:11am
after all
I have always heard the birds of the air
I found it interesting, the gossip
mockery, stalkery I didn't care for it really
so I ignored it are you insulted?
you thought I was different and I am
love has shaped me, anger too
we are similar but not the same
who doesn't love a little hellraiser from time to time
I love a solo flight in the atmospheres
a place I can be me without all of the insinuations
is she a freak?
well you'll never know
unless you have the balls to check
I am ready to ride, I am...
I found it interesting, the gossip
mockery, stalkery I didn't care for it really
so I ignored it are you insulted?
you thought I was different and I am
love has shaped me, anger too
we are similar but not the same
who doesn't love a little hellraiser from time to time
I love a solo flight in the atmospheres
a place I can be me without all of the insinuations
is she a freak?
well you'll never know
unless you have the balls to check
I am ready to ride, I am...
#lust
#dark
67 reads
4 Comments
TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 2:51am
4th Feb 2023 2:51am
Haunted by Nonexistent
I see, you're still chasing the ghost of me in which you knew so well in the moments I worshipped the ground you walked upon. Now, you're looking for my foot prints. Any trace to obtain that admiration again, to feel as though maybe you could get it back tenfold. If only you can get the proper words out to convince me. To show me you didn't mean to be the primary reason to doom this relationship to begin with. So do you really think you can plea with someone who doesn't exist anymore? At least the person you once knew. Do you think this new person would believe it after what was factually...
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#betrayal
#TruthOfLife
53 reads
adagio
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 2:31am
4th Feb 2023 2:31am
You Do It Only Once
The thing about dying
beyond the blushing
waiting for the silent butler
you do it only once
with a shadow of mascara
lifting your vanity
in dreams of unspoken truths
behind the veil
climbing up the staircase
as death has a nasty habit
of not staying in one place
because it takes up space
beyond the blushing
waiting for the silent butler
you do it only once
with a shadow of mascara
lifting your vanity
in dreams of unspoken truths
behind the veil
climbing up the staircase
as death has a nasty habit
of not staying in one place
because it takes up space
#dark
#death
92 reads
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