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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4 Comments
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
FeNyX
Poem Published
8th Jun 2022 10:46am
8th Jun 2022 10:46am
Web Of Circumstance
Down in the valley of shadows lurks my withered soul
Cradled in moss and fungus left to rot under the black trees
Slowly disintegrating transforming back to energetic dust
Nearby a dulled key lays apart on a tri-color chain shedding rust
Lonely? Alone? Quarantined? Isolation? Singular?
Hidden in a world full of people unknowing
What adjective am I? Are you? What word describes your state?
(Mental? Physical? Relationship? Parental? Medical?)
What Pendant do you wear on your chest? Your forehead? Your soul?
Is it one word? Two? A...
Cradled in moss and fungus left to rot under the black trees
Slowly disintegrating transforming back to energetic dust
Nearby a dulled key lays apart on a tri-color chain shedding rust
Lonely? Alone? Quarantined? Isolation? Singular?
Hidden in a world full of people unknowing
What adjective am I? Are you? What word describes your state?
(Mental? Physical? Relationship? Parental? Medical?)
What Pendant do you wear on your chest? Your forehead? Your soul?
Is it one word? Two? A...
#love
#dark
#LifeStruggles
14 reads
4 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 9:32pm
2nd Dec 2022 9:32pm
The Sword of Mordred: Part I
- The Sword of Mordred: Part I -
A winding and perilous course took me forth from Camelot, in the days when Arthur was the king of all the folk of what today is called Britain. There were goodly reasons for my setting forth, and of that journey which I undertook, and why it was I undertook it, there were dark undercurrents to all that had transpired... beneath which, some measure of light was at work, though at the time I knew it not. A big gray steed carried me, a steed with a night black saddle. I refused the offer of a chariot, for those were costly, and then I would need to...
A winding and perilous course took me forth from Camelot, in the days when Arthur was the king of all the folk of what today is called Britain. There were goodly reasons for my setting forth, and of that journey which I undertook, and why it was I undertook it, there were dark undercurrents to all that had transpired... beneath which, some measure of light was at work, though at the time I knew it not. A big gray steed carried me, a steed with a night black saddle. I refused the offer of a chariot, for those were costly, and then I would need to...
#dark
#family
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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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
16 reads
4 Comments
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
16 reads
2 Comments
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
17 reads
7 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 1:04am
30th Oct 2022 1:04am
World’s Smallest Violin
He lays now in a pool of crimson plight
His only sin was loving and holding me tight
Save for the criminal delectations he savored in the black of night
Those he dreamt would never be brought to sight
Red stained as I may be, I am a child of love and light
And sometimes the most loving thing is to slash and to smite
I slit his throat clear, left to right without much fight
Rose pout oohing and eyes glimmering bright
I play the world’s smallest violin, an ecstatic delight!
Bow quivers cross...
His only sin was loving and holding me tight
Save for the criminal delectations he savored in the black of night
Those he dreamt would never be brought to sight
Red stained as I may be, I am a child of love and light
And sometimes the most loving thing is to slash and to smite
I slit his throat clear, left to right without much fight
Rose pout oohing and eyes glimmering bright
I play the world’s smallest violin, an ecstatic delight!
Bow quivers cross...
#dark
#murder
#evil
#scary
#horror
19 reads
5 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 10:17pm
15th Nov 2022 10:17pm
Otherworldly Memories Part VIII: The Final Battle
#rejection
#dark
#war
#death
#memories
19 reads
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 11:21pm
25th Nov 2022 11:21pm
A Tooth for an Eye: Part One
#dark
#secrets
#murder
#death
#mystery
19 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
25th Nov 2022 11:24pm
25th Nov 2022 11:24pm
A Tooth for an Eye: Part Two
#dark
#secrets
#murder
#death
#mystery
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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
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