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
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 12:50pm
23rd Oct 2024 12:50pm
The Art of a Dark Education (Cauldron Kill Series)
Priest of all ancient faiths waited nervously outside
Horrified by the inhuman wails and screams that echoed inside,
“The museum’s entrance was covered in decayed bloody gore
Of any who attempted to enter through the pulsating main door,
“The elements also battled the museum’s unnatural cold
That created an environment where parasitic sinister atrocities went unopposed,
“Every hour from the rooftop a frozen victim jumped to their death
While cannibalistic glyphs of the apocalypse spider crawled across their flesh,
...
Horrified by the inhuman wails and screams that echoed inside,
“The museum’s entrance was covered in decayed bloody gore
Of any who attempted to enter through the pulsating main door,
“The elements also battled the museum’s unnatural cold
That created an environment where parasitic sinister atrocities went unopposed,
“Every hour from the rooftop a frozen victim jumped to their death
While cannibalistic glyphs of the apocalypse spider crawled across their flesh,
...
#dark
100 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 8:11pm
21st Oct 2024 8:11pm
Sweet Surgery (Halloween Night of the Dark Joy)
Unknown too many are true dark creators of sweets across the Earth
Sugar scientist who have sold their soul for their delicious work,
“The candies, the chocolates, the cookies and cakes
They are the demonic secret influencers of candy CEO’s and those who love to bake,
““Nonetheless, their greatest joy is not making enjoyable sweets
But the transformation of those into ravaging sugar freaks,
“Let lose upon the world to satisfy their need
Turned into glucose vampires, because the sugar in the blood is how they feed,
...
Sugar scientist who have sold their soul for their delicious work,
“The candies, the chocolates, the cookies and cakes
They are the demonic secret influencers of candy CEO’s and those who love to bake,
““Nonetheless, their greatest joy is not making enjoyable sweets
But the transformation of those into ravaging sugar freaks,
“Let lose upon the world to satisfy their need
Turned into glucose vampires, because the sugar in the blood is how they feed,
...
#dark
#Halloween
84 reads
2 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 12:59pm
21st Oct 2024 12:59pm
The seemingly alluring but realistically dire exploitative nature of the UK's monarchical family!
By Stanley Collymore
The British monarchy has rather
routinely clearly successfully
exploited the mass media,
simply invariably through bribes from the
huge amounts of unearned, inherited, tax
exempt and too, taxpayers gifted millions
donated by discernibly quite subservient
and literally class obsessed governments
to convince the quite gullible, effectively
easily manipulated equally undoubtedly
braindead, thoroughly exclusively, quite
intellectually challenged surfeit, of very
indoctrinated and sycophantic,...
The British monarchy has rather
routinely clearly successfully
exploited the mass media,
simply invariably through bribes from the
huge amounts of unearned, inherited, tax
exempt and too, taxpayers gifted millions
donated by discernibly quite subservient
and literally class obsessed governments
to convince the quite gullible, effectively
easily manipulated equally undoubtedly
braindead, thoroughly exclusively, quite
intellectually challenged surfeit, of very
indoctrinated and sycophantic,...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Academic
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 12:09pm
16th Oct 2024 12:09pm
How dare a Prime Minister decide which pictures he wants in his home and office!
By Stanley Collymore
What PM Keir Starmer is doing is
not erasing history but simply
remembering it for what it
actually was! And in effect, you racists and
empire loyalists are the actual ones trying
to erase history, or distinctly rewrite it by
simply trying to either basically ignore it
because it undoubtedly clearly irks your
racist sensitivities quite unquestionably
of what Gladstone crucially undeniably
was: quite evidently, a central figure to
his father's, own slave trade, activities.
Or really in...
What PM Keir Starmer is doing is
not erasing history but simply
remembering it for what it
actually was! And in effect, you racists and
empire loyalists are the actual ones trying
to erase history, or distinctly rewrite it by
simply trying to either basically ignore it
because it undoubtedly clearly irks your
racist sensitivities quite unquestionably
of what Gladstone crucially undeniably
was: quite evidently, a central figure to
his father's, own slave trade, activities.
Or really in...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Academic
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 10:41pm
14th Oct 2024 10:41pm
The Windsors are no different from any other organized crime Mafia!
By Stanley Collymore
Ask yourselves, if you're capable
of thinking lucidly that is, why
they truly call themselves
the Firm, when effectively the head of them is
hereditarily the Head of State of our country?
Then ask yourself also, if any of them would
simply voluntarily change from their lives of
consummate privilege, and self-entitlement
to go and literally live in the real world? And
surely as night follows day, the true answer
would be a big, emphatic no! These, largely
inbred and...
Ask yourselves, if you're capable
of thinking lucidly that is, why
they truly call themselves
the Firm, when effectively the head of them is
hereditarily the Head of State of our country?
Then ask yourself also, if any of them would
simply voluntarily change from their lives of
consummate privilege, and self-entitlement
to go and literally live in the real world? And
surely as night follows day, the true answer
would be a big, emphatic no! These, largely
inbred and...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Endfell
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 7:31pm
14th Oct 2024 7:31pm
The Crow's Eye
The man had a good life in his house in the woods
Never to worry
Never to grief
Perfectly content
Him and his family worked together
They built the barn
The house
All handmade
The man was curious about one thing
Every day
Always the same
Unceasing
A crow in the tallest tree was watching
Its gaze steady
Never moving
Always staring
It did not matter if it was night or day
The crow remained
Eyes glinting
In silent malice
Curious, the man investigated the tree
There was...
Never to worry
Never to grief
Perfectly content
Him and his family worked together
They built the barn
The house
All handmade
The man was curious about one thing
Every day
Always the same
Unceasing
A crow in the tallest tree was watching
Its gaze steady
Never moving
Always staring
It did not matter if it was night or day
The crow remained
Eyes glinting
In silent malice
Curious, the man investigated the tree
There was...
#dark
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 6:30pm
14th Oct 2024 6:30pm
Lost in the Dark
Why does no one talk about how hard it is to heal,
When your comfort is in the pain, where nothing else feels real?
I’ve been drowning in this darkness since I was just a kid,
I don’t know who I am without it—don’t know if I ever did.
Who am I without the weight, without the scars,
Without the demons that held me in their arms?
I don’t know how to be happy, don’t know how to breathe,
When the only air I’ve ever known has been suffocating me.
I’ve lived in hell so long, it feels like home,
And the idea of healing makes me...
When your comfort is in the pain, where nothing else feels real?
I’ve been drowning in this darkness since I was just a kid,
I don’t know who I am without it—don’t know if I ever did.
Who am I without the weight, without the scars,
Without the demons that held me in their arms?
I don’t know how to be happy, don’t know how to breathe,
When the only air I’ve ever known has been suffocating me.
I’ve lived in hell so long, it feels like home,
And the idea of healing makes me...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#grief
#rejection
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Everavalon
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 3:52pm
13th Oct 2024 3:52pm
illa
She still has good days amidst the bad
loves kisses on the cheek and comforting hugs
she is brittle and pliant all at once
She’s not the glass of window panes
with a clear view to the inside
She is the glass of sun catchers
complex and multifaceted
Her cancer is all consuming but you wouldn’t know it. It’s almost as if she glances over it like a signature on some hassling renter’s final rent cheque as you watch him push his glasses down his bridge to signal his intention that he’s apt to come back later and collect his belongings. ...
loves kisses on the cheek and comforting hugs
she is brittle and pliant all at once
She’s not the glass of window panes
with a clear view to the inside
She is the glass of sun catchers
complex and multifaceted
Her cancer is all consuming but you wouldn’t know it. It’s almost as if she glances over it like a signature on some hassling renter’s final rent cheque as you watch him push his glasses down his bridge to signal his intention that he’s apt to come back later and collect his belongings. ...
#dark
107 reads
3 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 3:44pm
10th Oct 2024 3:44pm
Beast's Belle
#dark
#dirty
#erotic
167 reads
7 Comments
Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 7:22pm
9th Oct 2024 7:22pm
WW3 A Global Civil War
Fear has been planted
Hate has been spread
Poisoned by rhetoric
Of vicious words said
Lies and deception
And political theater
We defy our values
Learned from our creator
Then we light on fire
An entire city
Inhaling the fumes
Misguided toxicity
Neighbor versus neighbor
Father against son
A global civil war
The war has begun
We are constantly told
They are to blame
Our illogical thoughts
We should be ashamed
Following false shepherds ...
Hate has been spread
Poisoned by rhetoric
Of vicious words said
Lies and deception
And political theater
We defy our values
Learned from our creator
Then we light on fire
An entire city
Inhaling the fumes
Misguided toxicity
Neighbor versus neighbor
Father against son
A global civil war
The war has begun
We are constantly told
They are to blame
Our illogical thoughts
We should be ashamed
Following false shepherds ...
#dark
108 reads
0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 1:34pm
9th Oct 2024 1:34pm
There were Blacks in Britain long before the Angles or Saxons ever set foot here!
By Stanley Collymore
Most whites in Britain evidently
delusionally, see themselves as
Anglo Saxons when obviously
essentially they simply aren't, and even
when simply misguidedly and basically
clearly ignorantly, obviously assuming
the Angles and Saxons were actually
just one people; when, self-evidently
they simply and undeniably weren't
but were undoubtedly two separate
and also quite disparate tribes who
although Germanic in origin, were
undeniably diametrically opposed ...
Most whites in Britain evidently
delusionally, see themselves as
Anglo Saxons when obviously
essentially they simply aren't, and even
when simply misguidedly and basically
clearly ignorantly, obviously assuming
the Angles and Saxons were actually
just one people; when, self-evidently
they simply and undeniably weren't
but were undoubtedly two separate
and also quite disparate tribes who
although Germanic in origin, were
undeniably diametrically opposed ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#hate
#jealousy
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