Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:22pm
Yesterday 1:22pm
Are the white British in a retrogressive state or have they always been this stupid?
By Stanley Collymore
I think it's high time that this question
be seriously asked: how in the 2024,
effectively the 21st Century, do we
still have families calling themselves royal; not
only in Britain, which is rather simply, my main
concern, but obviously contemptibly globally?
Essentially, we're meant to be living in an age
where we're informed, in no uncertain terms,
that everyone shall obviously be viewed and
also generally, treated equally in the eyes of
the law; and yet somehow, there still openly
exists...
I think it's high time that this question
be seriously asked: how in the 2024,
effectively the 21st Century, do we
still have families calling themselves royal; not
only in Britain, which is rather simply, my main
concern, but obviously contemptibly globally?
Essentially, we're meant to be living in an age
where we're informed, in no uncertain terms,
that everyone shall obviously be viewed and
also generally, treated equally in the eyes of
the law; and yet somehow, there still openly
exists...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Naajir
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:47am
Yesterday 8:47am
Musk
baby i want you to wear my love
like a warm electric blanket draped over your aura
highlighting your essence with my smooth dominance
slow stroking your sub-conscious
evening out your throbbing curvature
one evening at a time
moonstruck by my thickness
like wafting memorabilia...a feint hint
fingering you in inappropriate public spaces
your dark opiate...a distant voice
gettin up close and personal behind the closed doors
of your secretive...
like a warm electric blanket draped over your aura
highlighting your essence with my smooth dominance
slow stroking your sub-conscious
evening out your throbbing curvature
one evening at a time
moonstruck by my thickness
like wafting memorabilia...a feint hint
fingering you in inappropriate public spaces
your dark opiate...a distant voice
gettin up close and personal behind the closed doors
of your secretive...
#erotic
#memories
#spiritual #dark
#spiritual #dark
81 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 5:47pm
5th Nov 2024 5:47pm
Dis Iz Elmo Fool
Carroll, David, Jerry, Frank, Leslie, Erik, Jim are the bitches behind the mask
All you pussy puppet motherfuckas can kiss Elmo’s red ass,
“Along with those half-retarded germ infested kids
Elmo Da Fool is gonna show you how a motherfucka live,
“At one time Elmo was the world’s number one beloved toy
Bringing joy to every stanking ass little girl and shit-stained boy,
“They having a good ole’ time, watch Elmo shake and giggle
Check this out. Now you can watch how Elmo’s bullets wiggle,
“What Elmo is bringing every day are...
All you pussy puppet motherfuckas can kiss Elmo’s red ass,
“Along with those half-retarded germ infested kids
Elmo Da Fool is gonna show you how a motherfucka live,
“At one time Elmo was the world’s number one beloved toy
Bringing joy to every stanking ass little girl and shit-stained boy,
“They having a good ole’ time, watch Elmo shake and giggle
Check this out. Now you can watch how Elmo’s bullets wiggle,
“What Elmo is bringing every day are...
#dark
#monsters
58 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 3:44pm
31st Oct 2024 3:44pm
The Twilight Green (Lordress of the Dark Nature) (Ghostlords of the Witch)
#dark
#fear
#ghosts
73 reads
2 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:48pm
30th Oct 2024 12:48pm
USA elections - don't count your political chickens before they're hatched!
By Stanley Collymore
Donald Trump has no policies
and what he and his ilk glibly,
glaringly and very gloatingly
pass off as such are firmly based on and
deeply entrenched in hatred, arrogance
and the clearly delusional myth of white
supremacy! Evidently then obviously no
wonder that he unquestionably attracts
rather intellectually challenged, gullible,
dimwitted and literally demented cunts
generally, and, similarly so, pathetically
self-professed celebrity ones, basically
like the South African deeply...
Donald Trump has no policies
and what he and his ilk glibly,
glaringly and very gloatingly
pass off as such are firmly based on and
deeply entrenched in hatred, arrogance
and the clearly delusional myth of white
supremacy! Evidently then obviously no
wonder that he unquestionably attracts
rather intellectually challenged, gullible,
dimwitted and literally demented cunts
generally, and, similarly so, pathetically
self-professed celebrity ones, basically
like the South African deeply...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
33 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 10:40am
30th Oct 2024 10:40am
Im Your God
I’m Your God
In the shade of moon, where shadows dwell,
I'll weave a tale of your self-made hell.
Mind pulses with dread, despair's gentle call,
Leading you softly as your barriers fall.
Taste me, discover the threads that rewind,
Your heart locked in darkness, no light to shine.
Come, crawl faster, with blind faith you tread,
Life slips through your fingers, as it hangs by a thread.
I’m your God, tugging at every edge,
Warping perception, lost in the hedge.
Blinded by whispers that cloud your sight,...
In the shade of moon, where shadows dwell,
I'll weave a tale of your self-made hell.
Mind pulses with dread, despair's gentle call,
Leading you softly as your barriers fall.
Taste me, discover the threads that rewind,
Your heart locked in darkness, no light to shine.
Come, crawl faster, with blind faith you tread,
Life slips through your fingers, as it hangs by a thread.
I’m your God, tugging at every edge,
Warping perception, lost in the hedge.
Blinded by whispers that cloud your sight,...
#dark
#devil
#God #shadows
#God #shadows
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 9:37am
29th Oct 2024 9:37am
Silent Night, Evil Night- 1974
Silent night, stalker night, horror has come home
deck the halls with blood, murder underneath the mistletoe
a deranged and misogynist game, never see his face, no one knows his name
hidden deep in the attic dark, waxing feral, clinically insane
first was little Claire, he strangled her with care
she stares, with dead eyes thru her plastic shroud on the rocking chair
daddy came to town, but he'll never find her here
she might be dead, but still she rocks in decomposing Christmas cheer
cops couldn't find a clue, so they tapped the phone to hear...
deck the halls with blood, murder underneath the mistletoe
a deranged and misogynist game, never see his face, no one knows his name
hidden deep in the attic dark, waxing feral, clinically insane
first was little Claire, he strangled her with care
she stares, with dead eyes thru her plastic shroud on the rocking chair
daddy came to town, but he'll never find her here
she might be dead, but still she rocks in decomposing Christmas cheer
cops couldn't find a clue, so they tapped the phone to hear...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#PopCulture
#scary
51 reads
4 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
28th Oct 2024 7:54pm
The Marionette and the Puppeteer
Having fun on his own, the puppeteer wanted any toy to pass the time with—a plaything for his lecherous mind. There, he noticed the puppet sleeping soundly in the same room—the perfect doll, he thought.
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
#dark
#manipulation
#suffering
#suicide
#violence
91 reads
PAR
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
Incomplete Myth of a Goddess that Does Not Exist.
Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
#dark
#mythology
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
66 reads
6 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 10:26pm
27th Oct 2024 10:26pm
The hypocrisy and vile double standards regarding Emma Atkinson are sickeningly asphyxiating!
By Stanley Collymore
Found happiness with a convicted
burglar? Nice one Daily Mail! So
are all the other fathers of the
bastard sprogs, of serial unmarried mother
fully prepared to actually seriously step up
to the plate to care for and pay as well for
their bastard offspring? Truly, just asking
on behalf of the crucially, genuine British
taxpayers, not the usually loud mouthed
but utterly and discernibly quite fictional
ones, to any evidently, normal intelligent
person, other than their rather garrulous
and...
Found happiness with a convicted
burglar? Nice one Daily Mail! So
are all the other fathers of the
bastard sprogs, of serial unmarried mother
fully prepared to actually seriously step up
to the plate to care for and pay as well for
their bastard offspring? Truly, just asking
on behalf of the crucially, genuine British
taxpayers, not the usually loud mouthed
but utterly and discernibly quite fictional
ones, to any evidently, normal intelligent
person, other than their rather garrulous
and...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Academic
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 2:11pm
27th Oct 2024 2:11pm
Just another Daily Mail clickbait piece of tripe!
By Stanley Collymore
It's pathetic that people get so
involved in what isn't their
business, and literally
most specifically even when they personally
haven't met nor know the individuals singly
or collectively, as rather unquestionably is
simply the obvious case with William and
Harry! Frankly and quite discernibly there
are a lot of nutters who with their clearly
meaningless lives, actually love nothing
better, than to literally hate others most
assiduously, and similarly continuously.
So here's a logical...
It's pathetic that people get so
involved in what isn't their
business, and literally
most specifically even when they personally
haven't met nor know the individuals singly
or collectively, as rather unquestionably is
simply the obvious case with William and
Harry! Frankly and quite discernibly there
are a lot of nutters who with their clearly
meaningless lives, actually love nothing
better, than to literally hate others most
assiduously, and similarly continuously.
So here's a logical...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
38 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 10:42pm
23rd Oct 2024 10:42pm
Decadent Cabaret - with Lilliputian, Crimsin and Everavalon
Decadent cabaret of perverse and solicitation
in the brothels of bohemians night's visitation
intoxicated by La Fée Verte, Absinthe anesthesia
In Death's Karaoke, kicking a can down the road
narrowing the provocation of an undertaker dance
emulsifying what is wrought in the darkness
amidst the stifle in the parlour hall
bellied laughs in the tenor of truculence
fists stiffened In ripening engagement
fastidious lines quaking from thy lips
I so adore the deluge of envy
that moistens the collar
and rests...
in the brothels of bohemians night's visitation
intoxicated by La Fée Verte, Absinthe anesthesia
In Death's Karaoke, kicking a can down the road
narrowing the provocation of an undertaker dance
emulsifying what is wrought in the darkness
amidst the stifle in the parlour hall
bellied laughs in the tenor of truculence
fists stiffened In ripening engagement
fastidious lines quaking from thy lips
I so adore the deluge of envy
that moistens the collar
and rests...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
115 reads
8 Comments
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