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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adagio
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 5:51pm
20th Nov 2024 5:51pm
Finding My Ego
Finding self among woolsy in the pelts of twilight
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
listening to the echoes of the coyote where the
crickets bow hungering for the flesh of broken-down
old poets dismembering the dawn with another
coyote song lighting the inferno with another
cigarette and a bottle of tequila
#dark
#WritingPoetry
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adagio
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:31pm
20th Nov 2024 2:31pm
Crossing Over Ouija
In shadows haunting a twilight soliloquy
a requiem melody taunting the jackals
crossing over the Ouija savoring the grave
feasting on the carrion of a lovely beast
renewing our vows with tar and nicotine
of insomnia's obscenity dripping red
a requiem melody taunting the jackals
crossing over the Ouija savoring the grave
feasting on the carrion of a lovely beast
renewing our vows with tar and nicotine
of insomnia's obscenity dripping red
#dark
#erotic
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Everavalon
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
Idling my time
Knowing you’re unwanted is a prickly sensation.
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:48am
19th Nov 2024 00:48am
Jack
In a veiled chamber of decadent soul
of a pendulum's hypnotic rhapsody
played by the Whitechapel Ripper
a melody of poetic seduction
of a dark obsession spiraling
falling into the pit of insanity
confessing to a shadow incognito
in a veiled chamber of decadent soul
of a pendulum's hypnotic rhapsody
played by the Whitechapel Ripper
a melody of poetic seduction
of a dark obsession spiraling
falling into the pit of insanity
confessing to a shadow incognito
in a veiled chamber of decadent soul
#dark
#evil
#horror
117 reads
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RCRayJr
Robert Ray
Robert Ray
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
18th Nov 2024 9:10pm
Song of the Gypsy (I am Evil)
Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
By Robert C. Ray Jr.
1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
...
#dark
#death
#evil #shadows
#evil #shadows
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 5:06pm
18th Nov 2024 5:06pm
Her Silken Plum
Intimacy in a poetic embrace
from the inkwell's archives
consuming her ash
of smoldering desire...
exhaling
engulfing me with debauchery
into the forgotten intimacy
swallowing her breath
of decadent tongue
into her cold bloodstream
and the cauldron of her womb
melting the wax of my doom
into her silken plum
of the forbidden taste
where her flesh reigns
releasing a storm of oblivion
sealing my fate...
exhaling
from the inkwell's archives
consuming her ash
of smoldering desire...
exhaling
engulfing me with debauchery
into the forgotten intimacy
swallowing her breath
of decadent tongue
into her cold bloodstream
and the cauldron of her womb
melting the wax of my doom
into her silken plum
of the forbidden taste
where her flesh reigns
releasing a storm of oblivion
sealing my fate...
exhaling
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 3:11pm
18th Nov 2024 3:11pm
Seams of My Mind - with the talented Crimsin
In Twilight's anesthesia haunting schizophrenia
blocking and abstaining from the pain of insanity
running its fingers down the seams of my mind
echoing from the labia's cello's ghosting my sins
with the decadent smell of the mistaken codpiece
from the archives of my anonymous incubation
and poetic insulin
secrets rise, you don't hear my soul's sorrow
serenading your phallacy, your falsity
objecting your objectification, of my sex
lilting quietly is my deep need
soulful sounds gently reach you
and you succumb to my...
blocking and abstaining from the pain of insanity
running its fingers down the seams of my mind
echoing from the labia's cello's ghosting my sins
with the decadent smell of the mistaken codpiece
from the archives of my anonymous incubation
and poetic insulin
secrets rise, you don't hear my soul's sorrow
serenading your phallacy, your falsity
objecting your objectification, of my sex
lilting quietly is my deep need
soulful sounds gently reach you
and you succumb to my...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
107 reads
9 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 11:25am
18th Nov 2024 11:25am
Pry the light
Where morose fingers pry the light from my soul
Collecting the husks of glimmer
Meddling in the shimmer of locution
that recoils my words from their wisdom
Where sable embosses the eye
And moistens my breath
Where the bleakest desires pale circumstance
and the singlet of sorrow is crafted
When it seeps into your core
to paint you a portrait
Collecting the husks of glimmer
Meddling in the shimmer of locution
that recoils my words from their wisdom
Where sable embosses the eye
And moistens my breath
Where the bleakest desires pale circumstance
and the singlet of sorrow is crafted
When it seeps into your core
to paint you a portrait
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 2:53am
18th Nov 2024 2:53am
Snaring Fools
Qbsessed with a dark quill and bizarre yolk
And Carrion in the inkwell snaring the fools
In naked flames a symphony of shadows
That never sleeps speaking in tongue with
A quill through the heart and abscessed mind
To entertain the narcissistic swine who can't
think for themselves
And Carrion in the inkwell snaring the fools
In naked flames a symphony of shadows
That never sleeps speaking in tongue with
A quill through the heart and abscessed mind
To entertain the narcissistic swine who can't
think for themselves
#dark
95 reads
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