adagio
Poem Published
Today 1:13am
Today 1:13am
Twilight's Rinse
Longing to sleep in the flatland of my mind
pierced by the silence of the darkness
overcome by the wisp of twilight's rinse
from the shelve's dark rivers of your fold
escorted by the corset of a shadow's kiss
in obsidian fetish spewing lava's rust
overcome by the wisp of twilight's rinse...
pierced by the silence of the darkness
overcome by the wisp of twilight's rinse
from the shelve's dark rivers of your fold
escorted by the corset of a shadow's kiss
in obsidian fetish spewing lava's rust
overcome by the wisp of twilight's rinse...
#lust
#dark
#erotic
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Everavalon
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:58pm
Yesterday 9:58pm
Blindfold
Staging illusion;
a warning
till
death
Seizing the manner
From what truth
is
said
The blind are forgotten
Unto shadows
they lie
Stricken impairment
of their mind
Shelter the anger;
the emotional decay
Confusion;
mere victims—
our thoughts
gone
astray
From thy mouth,
I possess vision
Of how
the
whispers perform
Capability to sunder
Undue sadness,
reborn
Deceived by the blindfold
That envelops my kind
absolving conclusion
Is...
a warning
till
death
Seizing the manner
From what truth
is
said
The blind are forgotten
Unto shadows
they lie
Stricken impairment
of their mind
Shelter the anger;
the emotional decay
Confusion;
mere victims—
our thoughts
gone
astray
From thy mouth,
I possess vision
Of how
the
whispers perform
Capability to sunder
Undue sadness,
reborn
Deceived by the blindfold
That envelops my kind
absolving conclusion
Is...
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:17pm
Yesterday 9:17pm
Thinking It The Gripper
Listening to voices in Ouija's planchette
no twine to wind around my little finger
or string to measure the length of time
memories bind that linger in my mind
in antebellum's moonless slender minuet
forever a shadow that climbs the pine
pantomime beneath the twilight's hairline
from the puckered lips of the gramophone
with a nocturne symphony becoming de rigueur
smoking the widow's non-filtered cigarette
listening to voices in Ouija's planchette
thinking it the fickle zipper cold little gripper
...
no twine to wind around my little finger
or string to measure the length of time
memories bind that linger in my mind
in antebellum's moonless slender minuet
forever a shadow that climbs the pine
pantomime beneath the twilight's hairline
from the puckered lips of the gramophone
with a nocturne symphony becoming de rigueur
smoking the widow's non-filtered cigarette
listening to voices in Ouija's planchette
thinking it the fickle zipper cold little gripper
...
#dark
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:20pm
Yesterday 7:20pm
most dangerous sin
A part of me dies each day while
another falls deeper in love!
How can one being experience this?
All these joys from up above
Why aren't dreams ever real?Why are
we told if you dream your a fool?
If it slowly tears you apart while allowing
you to fall deeper is just cruel!
Not something that happened fast which
Just Cemented your place in my heart
I never imagined it would tear me
down or even break me from the start
Destined to die a slow death but hey I'm
Nobody special it happens to all I'm sure
But...
another falls deeper in love!
How can one being experience this?
All these joys from up above
Why aren't dreams ever real?Why are
we told if you dream your a fool?
If it slowly tears you apart while allowing
you to fall deeper is just cruel!
Not something that happened fast which
Just Cemented your place in my heart
I never imagined it would tear me
down or even break me from the start
Destined to die a slow death but hey I'm
Nobody special it happens to all I'm sure
But...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark #heartbroken
#dark #heartbroken
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:54pm
Yesterday 1:54pm
Hubris Of Dark Debris
#dark
#erotic
46 reads
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The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:51am
Yesterday 6:51am
Monster Maids
Self-reflection of monster’s maids
Faces of horrific grandeur uplifted from the grave
Death is mirrored appearance for hellish they pave
Open thy mouth
Foul odorous of hell illuminating earth from the pleasure within the bliss of dirt layering the enticing ingress of South
To take thy bed, within the sacred twan mark of the beast
Within the chambers of twin souls curses of its unsavory greet
Depravity feed by the pale horse thy ride
Masked to deceive with embracing passion hushed upon the sensual...
Faces of horrific grandeur uplifted from the grave
Death is mirrored appearance for hellish they pave
Open thy mouth
Foul odorous of hell illuminating earth from the pleasure within the bliss of dirt layering the enticing ingress of South
To take thy bed, within the sacred twan mark of the beast
Within the chambers of twin souls curses of its unsavory greet
Depravity feed by the pale horse thy ride
Masked to deceive with embracing passion hushed upon the sensual...
#dark
#hell
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:51am
Yesterday 3:51am
My Wilding Coyote
I think I know foibles
in my wilding coyote
and then some
beyond the screen
where smoke rises
listening to goosebumps
in my dreams
beneath the trees
stalking my shadow
putting on the howl
as if cloak work of webs
in my wilding coyote
in my wilding coyote
and then some
beyond the screen
where smoke rises
listening to goosebumps
in my dreams
beneath the trees
stalking my shadow
putting on the howl
as if cloak work of webs
in my wilding coyote
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
4th Dec 2023 10:58pm
4th Dec 2023 10:58pm
Ho Ho Ho
"Mother, may I go outside and play?" I heard the
whispers coming up through the floorboard over
the crawlspace, thinking. It must be the wind or the
bones of the dead Santa Claus. Because I saw Mama,
without procrastinating, elongated Santa's throat.
Tattooing his lips with her kiss. Then danced with
Mr. Green Jeans, as I played with my Tinker Toys.
"Mother, may I go outside and play?"
whispers coming up through the floorboard over
the crawlspace, thinking. It must be the wind or the
bones of the dead Santa Claus. Because I saw Mama,
without procrastinating, elongated Santa's throat.
Tattooing his lips with her kiss. Then danced with
Mr. Green Jeans, as I played with my Tinker Toys.
"Mother, may I go outside and play?"
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 4:31pm
3rd Dec 2023 4:31pm
No Time For Piccadilly
#dark
#erotic
62 reads
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adagio
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 11:44pm
2nd Dec 2023 11:44pm
Lips of My Anchovy
#dark
#erotic
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 11:33pm
2nd Dec 2023 11:33pm
She was heaven and she was hell
Feeling both blessed and cursed,
His heart aching with a mix of love and hurt.
She had left him shattered,
Her touch both a savior and a tormentor.
He closed his eyes and saw her face,
Her smile, her laughter, her grace.
But he also saw the pain she caused,
The way she left him feeling like a fool.
He wondered if he would ever be free,
From the hold she had on him so deeply.
He knew that he loved her still,
But he also knew that she could kill.
He got out of bed and walked to the window,
Looking out at the...
His heart aching with a mix of love and hurt.
She had left him shattered,
Her touch both a savior and a tormentor.
He closed his eyes and saw her face,
Her smile, her laughter, her grace.
But he also saw the pain she caused,
The way she left him feeling like a fool.
He wondered if he would ever be free,
From the hold she had on him so deeply.
He knew that he loved her still,
But he also knew that she could kill.
He got out of bed and walked to the window,
Looking out at the...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
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4 Comments
Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 6:46am
2nd Dec 2023 6:46am
Her name's Stacey
Stacey-I hope you get boils all over your face and body.
Stacey- I hope if you live with both parents. That suddenly out of nowhere. They decide to get divorced. And it's all your fault.
Stacey-I hope you never get a boyfriend.
Not until,if your still alive,65.
Stacey-I hope a man attacks you. And rapes you.Oh Jesus,God and Mary. I didn't mean that. Maybe rapes abit harsh.
Look what you've done to me you bitch. I'd never want a girl to be raped. That's evil.(I'm sorry )---
No I'm not! Stop beating me up.
I don't even know you. What have I done to you?
...
Stacey- I hope if you live with both parents. That suddenly out of nowhere. They decide to get divorced. And it's all your fault.
Stacey-I hope you never get a boyfriend.
Not until,if your still alive,65.
Stacey-I hope a man attacks you. And rapes you.Oh Jesus,God and Mary. I didn't mean that. Maybe rapes abit harsh.
Look what you've done to me you bitch. I'd never want a girl to be raped. That's evil.(I'm sorry )---
No I'm not! Stop beating me up.
I don't even know you. What have I done to you?
...
#anger
#hate
#dark
#shame
#despair
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