Sandals
Poem Published
20th May 2022 6:48pm
20th May 2022 6:48pm
In Wet Of My Lust
In the wet of my
I sit and stand
Holding myself hand and hand
Of this honesty
In which u give me
Of these affections I land
With this desire I
See that of
The both of us could be
I sometimes tremble
At the way u
And I could aluv we
But this is only
The wet of mine
Dear lust yeah mine
So I stay in
Understanding of
To my aluv of u none blind
I sit and stand
Holding myself hand and hand
Of this honesty
In which u give me
Of these affections I land
With this desire I
See that of
The both of us could be
I sometimes tremble
At the way u
And I could aluv we
But this is only
The wet of mine
Dear lust yeah mine
So I stay in
Understanding of
To my aluv of u none blind
#dark
#ForbiddenLove
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FeNyX
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 5:54pm
11th Jan 2021 5:54pm
Snakeskin Soul And A Lipstick Heart
Through nebulous undertones
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
#dark
#vampires
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th May 2022 2:58am
16th May 2022 2:58am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part I
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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FeNyX
Poem Published
28th Jan 2021 8:01pm
28th Jan 2021 8:01pm
It Was The Best Of Times, It was The Worst Of Times (Better Without You)
Was that really the way it was?
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
#love
#dark
#memories
14 reads
10 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
16th May 2022 3:01am
16th May 2022 3:01am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part II
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
SLEEPAWAKEALOMA
i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
#dark
#confusion
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Aug 2017 00:18am
28th Aug 2017 00:18am
Grammatically Wrong!
My Furry Friend
O wear O wear can you bee?
My worry for you doesn't go free
I loose touch every now and then
Wondering if I will sea you again
From the depth of my soul too the core of my heart
I've been missing you since the start.
I red in the paper you seamed dayzed
Lost and confused and wandering for days
Until we meat again, I walk with a yolk around my neck
As worries and fears away they peck
At my heart and soul.
The heir around me grows very thin
Wondering if I'll ever win
To hold you in my arms again ...
O wear O wear can you bee?
My worry for you doesn't go free
I loose touch every now and then
Wondering if I will sea you again
From the depth of my soul too the core of my heart
I've been missing you since the start.
I red in the paper you seamed dayzed
Lost and confused and wandering for days
Until we meat again, I walk with a yolk around my neck
As worries and fears away they peck
At my heart and soul.
The heir around me grows very thin
Wondering if I'll ever win
To hold you in my arms again ...
#dark
#scary
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#fear
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Shakespearan-Sweet
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 1:55pm
20th Jul 2018 1:55pm
The Black Angel (whole version)
The Black Angel”
shudders of my NEVEAH spoke abruptly, the 4 days of the pre quake shocks leading up to I could hear the prophetic whispers of the dark undertones crept in my ears so subtly
I looked over and saw ArchAngel Chamuel in a struggle with some known legendary creature of lies, the battle went on for
6 hours at the 6 minute
of the 6 mark was the time,
this was a rare demon who popped up after 30 years again to steal my rhymes, I saw one of my Purple envelopes with my poem inside,
being tossed to and fro then taken away,
it...
shudders of my NEVEAH spoke abruptly, the 4 days of the pre quake shocks leading up to I could hear the prophetic whispers of the dark undertones crept in my ears so subtly
I looked over and saw ArchAngel Chamuel in a struggle with some known legendary creature of lies, the battle went on for
6 hours at the 6 minute
of the 6 mark was the time,
this was a rare demon who popped up after 30 years again to steal my rhymes, I saw one of my Purple envelopes with my poem inside,
being tossed to and fro then taken away,
it...
#sadness
#rejection
#dark
#rhyming
#dialogue
20 reads
4 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
14th May 2022 4:09pm
14th May 2022 4:09pm
A Haiku Exclusive(Sick)
Morbid and them see
Hostile and courageous wrong
Could care less yall
Hostile and courageous wrong
Could care less yall
#dark
#evil
#moon #night
#moon #night
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
17th May 2022 6:53am
17th May 2022 6:53am
Imaginary Friend
Imaginary Friend
Kenny liked playing with imaginary friend.
They always had so much fun though it was all just pretend.
All the things they would do!
The places that they would go!
It was all real for Kenny.
Imaginary friend made it so.
One day they were pirates out on the sea.
Another, soldiers setting prisoners free.
Once superheroes defeating villains,
an evil wizard and king.
Kenny and imaginary friend could do anything!
Kenny once asked imaginary friend what he wanted to do.
Imaginary friend...
Kenny liked playing with imaginary friend.
They always had so much fun though it was all just pretend.
All the things they would do!
The places that they would go!
It was all real for Kenny.
Imaginary friend made it so.
One day they were pirates out on the sea.
Another, soldiers setting prisoners free.
Once superheroes defeating villains,
an evil wizard and king.
Kenny and imaginary friend could do anything!
Kenny once asked imaginary friend what he wanted to do.
Imaginary friend...
#dark
#horror
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
18th May 2022 8:09am
18th May 2022 8:09am
Lamp
Lamp
A golden lamp.
One with milky-white shade.
It is a lovely lamp many would say.
They have been saying that for generations now.
Generations within a family and its civil war.
That is how long this lamp has been around.
How long it has been in the family.
Said to be purchased at a dying, little shop
by some grandpa who the hell knows anymore.
Quite the long time indeed.
Bitter bones.
Bad blood.
Like any normal family though, right?
So it all began in that stupid little shop. ...
A golden lamp.
One with milky-white shade.
It is a lovely lamp many would say.
They have been saying that for generations now.
Generations within a family and its civil war.
That is how long this lamp has been around.
How long it has been in the family.
Said to be purchased at a dying, little shop
by some grandpa who the hell knows anymore.
Quite the long time indeed.
Bitter bones.
Bad blood.
Like any normal family though, right?
So it all began in that stupid little shop. ...
#dark
#horror
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