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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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 6:36pm
10th Oct 2024 6:36pm
Elder one
Author of pain
being of the underground
nomad, lurker, great old one
ruler of madness and the unsound
darkness creeps' sinners abound
famine, pest, death - no warning signs
blackened eyes are the light that stares as you die
rotting corpses engulfs the land creating bloodied rivers of misery
the dementor controls the burning void where the dead are free to roam
wraith wanderers, dwellers of sadistic terror,
must heed the command of the knighted one,
scattered remnants of life
bound to the curse of the damned.
being of the underground
nomad, lurker, great old one
ruler of madness and the unsound
darkness creeps' sinners abound
famine, pest, death - no warning signs
blackened eyes are the light that stares as you die
rotting corpses engulfs the land creating bloodied rivers of misery
the dementor controls the burning void where the dead are free to roam
wraith wanderers, dwellers of sadistic terror,
must heed the command of the knighted one,
scattered remnants of life
bound to the curse of the damned.
#dark
#death
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4 Comments
Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 6:36pm
10th Oct 2024 6:36pm
Elder one
Author of pain
being of the underground
nomad, lurker, great old one
ruler of madness and the unsound
darkness creeps' sinners abound
famine, pest, death - no warning signs
blackened eyes are the light that stares as you die
rotting corpses engulfs the land creating bloodied rivers of misery
the dementor controls the burning void where the dead are free to roam
wraith wanderers, dwellers of sadistic terror,
must heed the command of the knighted one,
scattered remnants of life
bound to the curse of the damned.
being of the underground
nomad, lurker, great old one
ruler of madness and the unsound
darkness creeps' sinners abound
famine, pest, death - no warning signs
blackened eyes are the light that stares as you die
rotting corpses engulfs the land creating bloodied rivers of misery
the dementor controls the burning void where the dead are free to roam
wraith wanderers, dwellers of sadistic terror,
must heed the command of the knighted one,
scattered remnants of life
bound to the curse of the damned.
#dark
#death
81 reads
4 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
The way I make my bed
The way I make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#grief
#shame
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0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
The way I make my bed
The way I make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#grief
#shame
24 reads
0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
The way I make my bed
The way I make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#grief
#shame
24 reads
0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
The way I make my bed
The way I make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#grief
#shame
24 reads
0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
12th Oct 2024 12:18pm
The way I make my bed
The way I make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
That is how I sleep
In it
I have a hard time
Always making my
Bed
Also it is not easy
For me to make my bed
It is also
Something that
Also drives me crazy
I never have any patience
When I am making my bed
It was my gramma that had
Taught me to make my
Bed when I was a little
Boy
I always hated
To make my bed
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#grief
#shame
24 reads
0 Comments
LionEki
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
Untitled
With no respect for what has already occurred,
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
#dark
#denial
#frustration #grief
#frustration #grief
93 reads
8 Comments
LionEki
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
Untitled
With no respect for what has already occurred,
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
#dark
#denial
#frustration #grief
#frustration #grief
93 reads
8 Comments
LionEki
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
Untitled
With no respect for what has already occurred,
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
#dark
#denial
#frustration #grief
#frustration #grief
93 reads
8 Comments
LionEki
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
2nd Oct 2024 6:32pm
Untitled
With no respect for what has already occurred,
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
Healing, rehearsals replace all experience,
Fear of naivety drowns the senses,
Courage drowns in the womb before birth,
Quantum passion cloaks the body,
Shame covers shame,
Weakness hides deceit,
A skinned pigeon writhes in the mire,
To relive unwarranted sorrow in the next life.
毫无尊重，对于已经发生的事情，
...
#dark
#denial
#frustration #grief
#frustration #grief
93 reads
8 Comments
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