adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:17am
25th Nov 2024 1:17am
Longing to Taste
Haunting imagination and suckled fouled teats
of forbidden fantasies hanging in lavished halls
without a puddle on my chair with the pleasures
of the flesh longing to taste your swollen quiche
from the menses where your uterus inhales
without the audience of impotent gargoyles
or a marble angel statue with wings of the dead
of forbidden fantasies hanging in lavished halls
without a puddle on my chair with the pleasures
of the flesh longing to taste your swollen quiche
from the menses where your uterus inhales
without the audience of impotent gargoyles
or a marble angel statue with wings of the dead
#dark
#erotic
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
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adagio
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 7:40pm
24th Nov 2024 7:40pm
Omens Stroked
Soliloquy thunder from the virtuosos
listening to echoes of the dark crows
with skeletal fingers in charcoal cloaks
Come cozy hail waltzing with the toes
of practiced scorn and omens stroked
listening to echoes of the dark crows
with skeletal fingers in charcoal cloaks
Come cozy hail waltzing with the toes
of practiced scorn and omens stroked
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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adagio
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 5:34am
24th Nov 2024 5:34am
Lusting Kerosine
Decadency with lusting fires like kerosene
with ashes of shadows caressing my soul
haunting the naked cuckold of debauchery
in dark profanities of euphoria's anatomy
fruity flesh of the labia majora and salty sins
where the eyes follow eternal twilight
and lusting fires like kerosene
with ashes of shadows caressing my soul
haunting the naked cuckold of debauchery
in dark profanities of euphoria's anatomy
fruity flesh of the labia majora and salty sins
where the eyes follow eternal twilight
and lusting fires like kerosene
#dark
#erotic
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adagio
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 10:11pm
23rd Nov 2024 10:11pm
Shadow In The Bayou
The chameleons of darkness neath the khayyam
dripping from my quill, like monsoons in the
bamboo, a shadow in the bayou whispering to
the deuce of Paiutes upon waters of a recluse
worn with a burnoose so sayeth the coo of the
snow goose, neath the khayyam dripping from
my quill of a witless vamoose schmoosing
with the cayuse
dripping from my quill, like monsoons in the
bamboo, a shadow in the bayou whispering to
the deuce of Paiutes upon waters of a recluse
worn with a burnoose so sayeth the coo of the
snow goose, neath the khayyam dripping from
my quill of a witless vamoose schmoosing
with the cayuse
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:11pm
23rd Nov 2024 2:11pm
Insanely, Hamlet - with Everavalon
Testing positive for dark's gaffs
and the adjacent echoes fading
Misunderstood by the stench
Decadent ogre rising like a bisciuit
poetically free to be insanely Hamlet
Depending on how one butters it
investing in the negative guise
that wears one’s skin
Wagging at truth with crooked tongues
Sparing no mind to unwind these musings
to liquefy my thoughts
and paint these shaded walls
and the adjacent echoes fading
Misunderstood by the stench
Decadent ogre rising like a bisciuit
poetically free to be insanely Hamlet
Depending on how one butters it
investing in the negative guise
that wears one’s skin
Wagging at truth with crooked tongues
Sparing no mind to unwind these musings
to liquefy my thoughts
and paint these shaded walls
#collaboration
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 5:53pm
22nd Nov 2024 5:53pm
Deep State of Voodoo
A fair amount of hypocrites' dark winds
yesterday's clouds become shadows
turning into dramas possessing arrogance
and a sickening scent of moral decadence
in the mind's monsoons echoing larceny
for a moment's sheckles of doubloons
in a deep state of voodoo
yesterday's clouds become shadows
turning into dramas possessing arrogance
and a sickening scent of moral decadence
in the mind's monsoons echoing larceny
for a moment's sheckles of doubloons
in a deep state of voodoo
#corruption
#dark
#deception
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 4:19am
22nd Nov 2024 4:19am
Death Banging At My Door
I'm ill yet I get blamed.
I'm a dog who gets kicked
and then is blamed by the kickers when I can't get up.
I have chronic illness. Mental and physical.
They say schizoaffective people don't live long.
Add CPTSD and shorten my lifespan more, why don't ya?
And add the fact that I have PCOS to the point of having to get a blood transfusion.
Add throwing up for over 3 weeks at a time, even right now. Being bed bound.
It is no wonder why I'm angry that Josh didn't save me. He didn't save me.
I'm supposed to...
I'm a dog who gets kicked
and then is blamed by the kickers when I can't get up.
I have chronic illness. Mental and physical.
They say schizoaffective people don't live long.
Add CPTSD and shorten my lifespan more, why don't ya?
And add the fact that I have PCOS to the point of having to get a blood transfusion.
Add throwing up for over 3 weeks at a time, even right now. Being bed bound.
It is no wonder why I'm angry that Josh didn't save me. He didn't save me.
I'm supposed to...
#anger
#dark
#hate #sadness
#hate #sadness
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adagio
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 9:56pm
21st Nov 2024 9:56pm
...of dust
Dark's haunting embrace
of the immortal umbilical
dripping hysteria
of a crimson-bled wisteria
clinging to the uterus
of mannequins and poets
a miscarriage of dust
of the immortal umbilical
dripping hysteria
of a crimson-bled wisteria
clinging to the uterus
of mannequins and poets
a miscarriage of dust
#dark
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Ashriyon
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 9:49pm
21st Nov 2024 9:49pm
Beneath it all there was just one feeling
In the shadow of a fading day,
Where whispers linger, lost in the fray,
I gather fragments, pieces of light,
Searching for meaning in the heart of the night.
Ghosts of laughter echo through trees,
The wind carries secrets, a gentle tease,
Yet silence, a shroud, holds tight to my breath,
As I dance with the specters of love and of death.
Beneath the surface where colors drain,
I walk through memories, both joy and pain,
A tether to moments that slip through my hands,
Like grains of soft sand on...
Where whispers linger, lost in the fray,
I gather fragments, pieces of light,
Searching for meaning in the heart of the night.
Ghosts of laughter echo through trees,
The wind carries secrets, a gentle tease,
Yet silence, a shroud, holds tight to my breath,
As I dance with the specters of love and of death.
Beneath the surface where colors drain,
I walk through memories, both joy and pain,
A tether to moments that slip through my hands,
Like grains of soft sand on...
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
#rejection
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adagio
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 8:23pm
21st Nov 2024 8:23pm
Insomnia's Beans
Hanging by strings pale shade clings
withered in love green as a cashew
Naked nightmares fertilizing dreams
like a shadow incommunicado
Withered in love green as a cashew
like a twilight desperado...
Cool as insomnia's beans
withered in love green as a cashew
Naked nightmares fertilizing dreams
like a shadow incommunicado
Withered in love green as a cashew
like a twilight desperado...
Cool as insomnia's beans
#dark
#horror
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adagio
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:34pm
20th Nov 2024 10:34pm
Twilight's Beguine - with Everavalon
Garments of nature woven by the winds
Fading into shadows of twilight's beguine
Unveiling sins haunting echoes of the night
Of the macabre's poetic brine
This cloth binds the envy of the whisperer
Fleeting unto chains with its breath
The moon glances lowly at these shadows
And measures the depth of its flesh
Fading into shadows of twilight's beguine
Unveiling sins haunting echoes of the night
Of the macabre's poetic brine
This cloth binds the envy of the whisperer
Fleeting unto chains with its breath
The moon glances lowly at these shadows
And measures the depth of its flesh
#collaboration
#dark
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:18pm
20th Nov 2024 10:18pm
B e l o v e d
B e l o v e d ”
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
#dark
#death
#dreams
#lover
#memories
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