Hellarchy
Poem Published
Today 5:30am
Today 5:30am
The Source
Life's been cruel to me so far
If I could catch a falling star
I wouldn't wash away my scars
But piece together all the shards
Of broken glass
Shattered years past
Filthy memories left unbathed
But no one walks away unscathed
Long ago I got the point
Aching bones and creaking joints
Any comfort is a privilege
Afforded only by indifference
I see the light
Can't close the distance
Sprinting toward sweet deliverance
Long after my feet are blistered
Where most would yield, there's still resistance ...
If I could catch a falling star
I wouldn't wash away my scars
But piece together all the shards
Of broken glass
Shattered years past
Filthy memories left unbathed
But no one walks away unscathed
Long ago I got the point
Aching bones and creaking joints
Any comfort is a privilege
Afforded only by indifference
I see the light
Can't close the distance
Sprinting toward sweet deliverance
Long after my feet are blistered
Where most would yield, there's still resistance ...
#dark
#denial
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
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NP_NP
Poem Published
Today 00:18am
Today 00:18am
Judas
If regret is hell, then
what would mine be?
A shadowed pit where
I let my dreams die,
A barren land of awful things said,
Silent screams and words
left unread.
A footnote once buried in
sacred text,
Twisted, corrupted, made
to perplex.
How did it turn to chains,
to control,
To shape our thoughts and steal
our soul?
The knowledge they hid, the truth
they erased,
A secret to set us free,
they sealed it in haste.
What power lies hidden, what lies
have they spun?
To sell us a...
what would mine be?
A shadowed pit where
I let my dreams die,
A barren land of awful things said,
Silent screams and words
left unread.
A footnote once buried in
sacred text,
Twisted, corrupted, made
to perplex.
How did it turn to chains,
to control,
To shape our thoughts and steal
our soul?
The knowledge they hid, the truth
they erased,
A secret to set us free,
they sealed it in haste.
What power lies hidden, what lies
have they spun?
To sell us a...
#dark
#death
#hell
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:18pm
Yesterday 5:18pm
Rorschach Zombie
Song of a rotting corpse in psychoanalysis
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
a narcissistic dreamer with an outburst of
mania with a cracked mind, hoosegow, decaying
antiquated parrot wanting a cracker with
a hideous impersonation of being human with
a leprous mask, stinking up the place but it's
your dime, listening to the song of a
rotting corpse
#dark
#emptiness
#hate
#hypocrisy
#loneliness
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NP_NP
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:56pm
Yesterday 2:56pm
The Mask
Who was the catalyst that catapulted me
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#love
#WritingPoetry
32 reads
3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:28pm
Yesterday 1:28pm
To The Twisted f**k in Ocala
#anger
#dark
39 reads
10 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:27am
Yesterday 9:27am
Epitaph-/ ode to Ran
when these shores
hearse sea horses
curved flaked foam
far faint breezes are at play
while winterly ghosts
sing sea gulled
we the walking sands
will remember them
finding thornless russets
where wild anemones arose
upon opening tides
we the waves
will soothe ears
with tears of a tar
embodied strumming lyres
where I behold no one
myself alone
beheld in vastness
sae sea she!
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
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hearse sea horses
curved flaked foam
far faint breezes are at play
while winterly ghosts
sing sea gulled
we the walking sands
will remember them
finding thornless russets
where wild anemones arose
upon opening tides
we the waves
will soothe ears
with tears of a tar
embodied strumming lyres
where I behold no one
myself alone
beheld in vastness
sae sea she!
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#dark
#water
50 reads
6 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:14am
Yesterday 4:14am
False Dawn
Is this salvation, or another game?
A fire untamed, a voice unnamed.
I see it now, the golden light,
A fire burning through the night.
It calls my name, it speaks my truth,
A fragile promise, a reckless youth.
It lifts me high, it holds me near,
A fleeting love that hides the fear.
It feels like freedom, it feels divine,
A rushing flood, a crooked sign.
But every step, I lose my ground,
A tethered soul, forever bound.
It sings so sweet, it burns so bright,
But it’s just another endless night.
Is this...
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#loneliness
37 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:07am
Yesterday 4:07am
Willing Prey
What are you, if not the end?
A faceless void I can’t defend.
I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.
You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.
I see you watching, cold and...
A faceless void I can’t defend.
I feel you creeping through my veins,
A silent hymn, a quiet pain.
You take, you twist, you pull apart,
My flesh, my soul, my beating heart.
I scream, I fight, but it’s in vain,
You are the dark I can’t contain.
You strip me down to raw decay,
And still, I kneel; I’m willing prey.
Your shadow crawls, it claims my skin—
The void begins where I begin.
No gods, no light, no path to run—
You are the night, I am undone.
I see you watching, cold and...
#bittersweet
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
30 reads
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:04am
Yesterday 00:04am
You should go down on your knees
You should go down on your knees
And thank you father
For have made you
In his image
59 years ago
Also you should be glad
That you are one of God's
Youngest child
Don't forget to go down on your
Knees and thank God
For your beautiful life
And thank you father
For have made you
In his image
59 years ago
Also you should be glad
That you are one of God's
Youngest child
Don't forget to go down on your
Knees and thank God
For your beautiful life
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#disappointment
25 reads
2 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 11:01pm
13th Jan 2025 11:01pm
More Than Nature
Give up on what is alien
It doesn't fill the void, falls flat
An error-filled comedian
Faults in our green- evil machine
My conscience is a three piece suit
A convenience amidst my flaws
The cerebral mask comes unglues
A victim displayed on your walls
Using darkness as perspective
Serving "black" when I meant "open"
A world which isn't adaptive
Muted on meadows of asphalt
Trees are meek, economical
Trading bark for symbols theatrical.
It doesn't fill the void, falls flat
An error-filled comedian
Faults in our green- evil machine
My conscience is a three piece suit
A convenience amidst my flaws
The cerebral mask comes unglues
A victim displayed on your walls
Using darkness as perspective
Serving "black" when I meant "open"
A world which isn't adaptive
Muted on meadows of asphalt
Trees are meek, economical
Trading bark for symbols theatrical.
#dark
#nature
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
23 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:40pm
13th Jan 2025 8:40pm
In The Cloisters
Dusty highways and forsaken roads
I’ve gone to the devil's home
To tread the path where evil once rode
Forty shells and His word in tome
A break-action adorned in martyr’s bone
Ghost towns still bear the stains of blood
Where the wind whispers in a hollow tone
Carrying rot over the road’s dried mud
Step and approach the warped birch
The stench of corruption thick in the air
Carrion of sin eating at the inverted church
Salvation picked apart upon an altar of despair
...
I’ve gone to the devil's home
To tread the path where evil once rode
Forty shells and His word in tome
A break-action adorned in martyr’s bone
Ghost towns still bear the stains of blood
Where the wind whispers in a hollow tone
Carrying rot over the road’s dried mud
Step and approach the warped birch
The stench of corruption thick in the air
Carrion of sin eating at the inverted church
Salvation picked apart upon an altar of despair
...
#dark
#death
#evil
#ghosts
#religion
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:04pm
13th Jan 2025 8:04pm
Words Like Bile
Words erupt from rotted lips
Inverted rites of the prophets
Like rats from plague infested ships
Blasphemies that hang in the air
A dirge of inhuman sound
Chants to the denizens of the dark
Nameless things beneath the ground
Cusp the goblet and sip damnation
Liturgy profaned as space bends
Witness the scale of cosmic sin
Hooked claws reach out to rend
As creation starts its death heaves
Word heinous and deeds vile
Eruption of perdition immaculate
Prayers like fountains of bile
The sweet litany...
Inverted rites of the prophets
Like rats from plague infested ships
Blasphemies that hang in the air
A dirge of inhuman sound
Chants to the denizens of the dark
Nameless things beneath the ground
Cusp the goblet and sip damnation
Liturgy profaned as space bends
Witness the scale of cosmic sin
Hooked claws reach out to rend
As creation starts its death heaves
Word heinous and deeds vile
Eruption of perdition immaculate
Prayers like fountains of bile
The sweet litany...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#night
#shadows
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