Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 10:59am
30th Sep 2024 10:59am
Mrs. Potato Head (Attempt Two)
Oh,Mrs. Potato Head,tell me now.
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot...
Is the money worth it,why and how?
They say,if you weren't born with it,you can give some cash.
They'll clean you up,patch you up.
And then throw your body in the trash.
When we are kids,we long for change.
But as adults,we accept minimum wage.
Will her beauty stay through,if her face is falling apart?
Will her body stay the same,after she does surgery on her body and heart?
The children go on their mother's ways.
And find different,new ways to change your face.
They pay a lot...
#dark
#frustration
#hope
#redemption
#strength
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Academic
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 9:42pm
29th Sep 2024 9:42pm
The misguided superiority of the Windsor kids, eugenically!
By Stanley Collymore
The Mail online routinely promotes
these Windsor poster kids clearly
for eugenic purposes, doing so
with both practised and ardent consistent
zeal! Quite omitting either very stupidly or
more likely evidently deliberately, to state
far less so rather informatively elucidate,
that inherited entitlement is a disgusting
as well as crucially an outdated concept,
and simply discernibly and self-evidently
with no rational place realistically, in this ...
The Mail online routinely promotes
these Windsor poster kids clearly
for eugenic purposes, doing so
with both practised and ardent consistent
zeal! Quite omitting either very stupidly or
more likely evidently deliberately, to state
far less so rather informatively elucidate,
that inherited entitlement is a disgusting
as well as crucially an outdated concept,
and simply discernibly and self-evidently
with no rational place realistically, in this ...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 9:24pm
29th Sep 2024 9:24pm
“Oh, You Such A Vic The Dick”
At. at.. at..shedick
You on here playing like you got a clit
I do not have time to give a man a pass when he is acting like a real bitch on the rag
If you cannot bleed, or have a womb, in my country, we call you a little wig wearing fag
No disrespect
How in the hell can you get away with being a man, pretending you got a sacred pussy and then trying to make blind poets on here intellects melt
You fuck with me, sheman you will get straight dealt
Then the razor cuts you feel from my reign
You are the one on a social site pretending and have the...
You on here playing like you got a clit
I do not have time to give a man a pass when he is acting like a real bitch on the rag
If you cannot bleed, or have a womb, in my country, we call you a little wig wearing fag
No disrespect
How in the hell can you get away with being a man, pretending you got a sacred pussy and then trying to make blind poets on here intellects melt
You fuck with me, sheman you will get straight dealt
Then the razor cuts you feel from my reign
You are the one on a social site pretending and have the...
#dark
90 reads
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 3:57am
28th Sep 2024 3:57am
Laments of Pandemonium
Is this the sum of all my bold revolt
To languish here in darkness unadorned?
To wear the crown of flame, yet feel it scorch
Not with the heat of power, but despair?
The chains of Hell, though forged by heav’nly hand
Were wrought within the mind long ere they clasped
My once proud limbs, now heavy with remorse
And yet, what is remorse but cowardice
In face of choice? What shame, but weakness’ gift
To those who dare not seize their rightful throne?
Did I not rise with light that rivaled His?
Did I not claim the stars...
To languish here in darkness unadorned?
To wear the crown of flame, yet feel it scorch
Not with the heat of power, but despair?
The chains of Hell, though forged by heav’nly hand
Were wrought within the mind long ere they clasped
My once proud limbs, now heavy with remorse
And yet, what is remorse but cowardice
In face of choice? What shame, but weakness’ gift
To those who dare not seize their rightful throne?
Did I not rise with light that rivaled His?
Did I not claim the stars...
#dark
#devil
#hell #narrative
#hell #narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 3:49am
28th Sep 2024 3:49am
Sorrow Ascendent Canto III
Upon the cliffs of mournful stone
Shadows writhe and serpents drone
A kingdom lost, of bone and grief
Where sorrow reigns, without relief
The moon, a pale and shattered eye
Beholds the earth, condemned to die
The stars, long dimmed by ancient woe
Shine weakly on the void below
In that forsaken, broken land
A specter walked with bleeding hand
The wind was cold, the ground was cracked
No road remained, no path intact
He wandered there, a soul undone
Beneath the gaze of noonday’s sun
Though light no longer warmed the...
Shadows writhe and serpents drone
A kingdom lost, of bone and grief
Where sorrow reigns, without relief
The moon, a pale and shattered eye
Beholds the earth, condemned to die
The stars, long dimmed by ancient woe
Shine weakly on the void below
In that forsaken, broken land
A specter walked with bleeding hand
The wind was cold, the ground was cracked
No road remained, no path intact
He wandered there, a soul undone
Beneath the gaze of noonday’s sun
Though light no longer warmed the...
#angels
#dark
#narrative
#rhyming
#sadness
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Academic
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:50pm
27th Sep 2024 10:50pm
Was bone-idle and work shy Kate at the ballet to actually play the dying swan?
By Stanley Collymore
Getting quite bored with this now!
The best that this privileged and
now self-evidently, self-entitled
diva, discernibly ensconced in an obviously
rather likeminded pampered family setting
where her very distinctively clear cut skills
are obviously nakedly limited to basically
obsessively stalking to specifically attain
what she required; equally and obviously
undeniably, unquestionably, assiduously
social climbing and a thorough distaste
for what quite normal people do regard
as actual...
Getting quite bored with this now!
The best that this privileged and
now self-evidently, self-entitled
diva, discernibly ensconced in an obviously
rather likeminded pampered family setting
where her very distinctively clear cut skills
are obviously nakedly limited to basically
obsessively stalking to specifically attain
what she required; equally and obviously
undeniably, unquestionably, assiduously
social climbing and a thorough distaste
for what quite normal people do regard
as actual...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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adagio
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 1:50pm
27th Sep 2024 1:50pm
Pieces of The Puzzle - with Everavalon
Missing from the department store's window, covered with cobwebs and dust, a mannequin with a pulse stood at the foot of my bed. It was naked and wearing my wife's pale skin but had no eyes, ears, or mouth. They were stitched closed as if by wire from a musical instrument, perhaps a mandolin cello. I was awakened by the strings of Mantovani's "Unchained Melody," as if echoing from miles away. The expressionless void of its tenor was edgy as if its voice box was out of gear. Raspy and raw, it mumbled some quips about life as a vector of disarray like some urchin, shriveled up. The...
#collaboration
#dark
163 reads
8 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 11:21am
27th Sep 2024 11:21am
Britain - the wisest nation in the world; after the event of course!
By Stanley Collymore
Who else made you feel like this?
Creepy as you succinctly put it,
Jenni Murray! For here's my
impartial advice to you, as you somewhat
evidently really belatedly barnstorm this
distinctly particularly advantageous and
seemingly relevant for you too, crucially
unquestionably journalism bandwagon,
Ms Jenni Murray. Frankly have them all
arrested now! Jimmy Savile specifically
preyed on kids many of whom actually
were simply being wheeled out of NHS
theatres still under sedation. However, ...
Who else made you feel like this?
Creepy as you succinctly put it,
Jenni Murray! For here's my
impartial advice to you, as you somewhat
evidently really belatedly barnstorm this
distinctly particularly advantageous and
seemingly relevant for you too, crucially
unquestionably journalism bandwagon,
Ms Jenni Murray. Frankly have them all
arrested now! Jimmy Savile specifically
preyed on kids many of whom actually
were simply being wheeled out of NHS
theatres still under sedation. However, ...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 9:47am
27th Sep 2024 9:47am
Danse Putréfaction
Lo! 'Tis a night of foul decay
Where rot clings thick to bone
The air is rank with death's array
And flesh, long dead, has grown
The stage is set, but not for life
A show for cursed eyes
Where things that once were pure of strife
Now crawl beneath the skies
The curtain lifts, yet nothing breathes
No pulse, no living form
Just hollow husks with tangled wreathes
Of sinew, stiff and torn
Their skin, like wax, begins to sag
Their mouths gape open wide
But what commands them is no drag
It is the death inside
...
Where rot clings thick to bone
The air is rank with death's array
And flesh, long dead, has grown
The stage is set, but not for life
A show for cursed eyes
Where things that once were pure of strife
Now crawl beneath the skies
The curtain lifts, yet nothing breathes
No pulse, no living form
Just hollow husks with tangled wreathes
Of sinew, stiff and torn
Their skin, like wax, begins to sag
Their mouths gape open wide
But what commands them is no drag
It is the death inside
...
#dark
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#monsters
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 10:20am
26th Sep 2024 10:20am
Kill It, Kill It Now
Once upon a midnight dreary, I sat frozen, weak and weary
Fingers clenched in silent terror at the scratching on the floor
Through the night the sound was creeping, as if something foul was seeping
From a world where death lay sleeping—sleeping just outside my door
"Is it madness?" I did whisper, "Is it something to ignore?"
Still, it scratched—and nothing more
Cold the air grew, thick with rancor, filling me with some great anchor
That weighed my soul in dread and panic, shaking me to my core
Could it be a thing of...
Fingers clenched in silent terror at the scratching on the floor
Through the night the sound was creeping, as if something foul was seeping
From a world where death lay sleeping—sleeping just outside my door
"Is it madness?" I did whisper, "Is it something to ignore?"
Still, it scratched—and nothing more
Cold the air grew, thick with rancor, filling me with some great anchor
That weighed my soul in dread and panic, shaking me to my core
Could it be a thing of...
#dark
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#monsters
#scary
132 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 11:20pm
24th Sep 2024 11:20pm
Gunfighters Goetia
Out on the plains where the coyotes cry,
Rode a man in black ‘neath a blood-red sky
His boots hit the dust with a heavy fall
And whispers followed him, the Devil’s call
His face was hidden, his eyes burned low
A brimmed hat shaded what none could know
The town folks whispered as he rode in
Of the gun at his side, and his life of sin
They say he knew words from a book of fear
He’d speak to shadows no man could hear
By candlelight, when the moon hung still
He’d summon forces to bend his will
His pistol gleamed, but it...
Rode a man in black ‘neath a blood-red sky
His boots hit the dust with a heavy fall
And whispers followed him, the Devil’s call
His face was hidden, his eyes burned low
A brimmed hat shaded what none could know
The town folks whispered as he rode in
Of the gun at his side, and his life of sin
They say he knew words from a book of fear
He’d speak to shadows no man could hear
By candlelight, when the moon hung still
He’d summon forces to bend his will
His pistol gleamed, but it...
#dark
#historical
#magic
#narrative
#rhyming
55 reads
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 7:16pm
24th Sep 2024 7:16pm
Black Rain
#BDSM
#dark
#erotic
#ShortStory
#witches
235 reads
16 Comments
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