Dark Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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dark seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
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Despicable Crow
Beneath crevasses of broken stones
till death fills the empty shadows
with the grave's sharpest spade
in a plumed head of tomorrow
and wings of a despicable crow
staring at me with debauchery
devouring morsels and souls
beneath crevasses of broken stones
till death fills the empty shadows
with the grave's sharpest spade
in a plumed head of tomorrow
and wings of a despicable crow
staring at me with debauchery
devouring morsels and souls
beneath crevasses of broken stones
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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No Womb to Let
No womb to let, in the bowels of the coo coo
a pelvic floor with a narcissistic troubadour
screaming the feminization of insanity
like an asthmatic impotent wannbe clown
trying to catch butterflies with a fishing pole
another demented fool who wants to be heard
with no womb to let, in the bowels of the coo coo
a pelvic floor with a narcissistic troubadour
screaming the feminization of insanity
like an asthmatic impotent wannbe clown
trying to catch butterflies with a fishing pole
another demented fool who wants to be heard
with no womb to let, in the bowels of the coo coo
#corruption
#dark
#deception #hypocrisy
#deception #hypocrisy
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Swoon the Ivories
With my braising tongue in the sarcophagus
of your vault's initiator of broth simmering,
liquidating your soul claiming your thoracic
trellis and sterna of the twilight's ambiguous,
filed with your Chapter11 blistering my lips
in your crib with yeast arising listening to,
Henry Mancini swoon the ivories
of your vault's initiator of broth simmering,
liquidating your soul claiming your thoracic
trellis and sterna of the twilight's ambiguous,
filed with your Chapter11 blistering my lips
in your crib with yeast arising listening to,
Henry Mancini swoon the ivories
#dark
#erotic
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Scared of Her
I'm scared of her,
the girl I became 9 years ago,
scared of the harassment
I caused by texting too much.
I still struggle with this problem from time to time,
I wish the pain would go away,
but it just doesn't.
I don't trust myself
when I'm in a schizophrenic episode.
I become that monster that others fear.
I'm scared of her,
but I can't help but cry for her.
Because she deserved compassion
and she still does.
And sometimes, I'm just terrified
that I cannot give it to her ...
the girl I became 9 years ago,
scared of the harassment
I caused by texting too much.
I still struggle with this problem from time to time,
I wish the pain would go away,
but it just doesn't.
I don't trust myself
when I'm in a schizophrenic episode.
I become that monster that others fear.
I'm scared of her,
but I can't help but cry for her.
Because she deserved compassion
and she still does.
And sometimes, I'm just terrified
that I cannot give it to her ...
#dark
#fear
#heartbroken
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Orgy of Corpses
Nihilism's dark orgy of corpses in the cremation of
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Covert Narcissist
"Deep is the tool of the fascist fool..."
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
centurion of the soul's nocturnal rhapsody
Wearing a shadow of insanity into antiquity
from the blood of the usher slowly rising
In the twilight's silence of the harp's cello
with no time to linger on the quill's omission
dripping indigo from the mind of a covert
narcissist...decaying
#dark
#gothic
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The Cod Shoe
Rotting cod's shoe, pale of dying among the fung
with the fragrance of corpses like wine, tasting
from Grecian urn of death's incestuous necrophilia
the fertile embryos of the incubus flesh humidor
shriving the scent of the chamber's bastard toddy
of corseted labia majora and rotting cod shoe
in bedlam with the corpse
with the fragrance of corpses like wine, tasting
from Grecian urn of death's incestuous necrophilia
the fertile embryos of the incubus flesh humidor
shriving the scent of the chamber's bastard toddy
of corseted labia majora and rotting cod shoe
in bedlam with the corpse
#dark
#erotic
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Swallowing Porridge
Enclosed, are the bed chamber and archives of
whispered vows, haunting, swallowing porridge
of shattered dreams longing for misery and setting
free the riptides of lusting flesh, lurking in shadows
of the growing dark into the lens of chatoyant eyes
and all the strings, swallowing porridge, enclosed
whispered vows, haunting, swallowing porridge
of shattered dreams longing for misery and setting
free the riptides of lusting flesh, lurking in shadows
of the growing dark into the lens of chatoyant eyes
and all the strings, swallowing porridge, enclosed
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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Misspent
Strife is consistent through life and through trap
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
Where the eyes are insistent the misspent are scrap
Fragmented sorrow all measured in will
A lilt of endeavour to heighten the thrill
The spaces between us; we huddle, on cue
The faces that root us, all muddied and blue
The treasure, inflicted, by rust and decline
A tormented soul with a nick in their spine
Wandering lowly, wherefore does it scald
On the tip of the temple where sadness is mulled
#dark
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Morningstar
Dark Diary of Soul Awakening to My Just Desserts
of intimacy in Twilight's Cafe encompassed by the
hot wings of Lucifer Morningstar the master of
illusion dripping semen conjuring an orgy of
thighs and breasts hovering with the tongue
and chatoyant eyes with a cigarette, in my
eternal ceaseless sleep..."Smoke, Smoke that
Cigarette," until you feel me on your chest
capturing fornication over masturbation
of intimacy in Twilight's Cafe encompassed by the
hot wings of Lucifer Morningstar the master of
illusion dripping semen conjuring an orgy of
thighs and breasts hovering with the tongue
and chatoyant eyes with a cigarette, in my
eternal ceaseless sleep..."Smoke, Smoke that
Cigarette," until you feel me on your chest
capturing fornication over masturbation
#dark
#erotic
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Taboo and Pine Tar - with Crimsin
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
#lust
#sex
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