Naajir
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 1:29pm
27th Nov 2024 1:29pm
A Midnight Sonnet
i need you asphyxiated... emancipated...
finger-fucking a vibe...tunneled...pummeled...
collapsing headaches...home grown
moaning to my scripture...ripping off your alleged panties
your mound...petted...spanked
feel my verbiage seep...
deep inside your bone marrow....as a hieroglyphic rumor
spill out your sorrows...a howl from your hollows
thrusting hips to an imaginary sky...
i burrow past all the why's of your unspoken deity
stripped of your piety...silently...yet so loud...
finger-fucking a vibe...tunneled...pummeled...
collapsing headaches...home grown
moaning to my scripture...ripping off your alleged panties
your mound...petted...spanked
feel my verbiage seep...
deep inside your bone marrow....as a hieroglyphic rumor
spill out your sorrows...a howl from your hollows
thrusting hips to an imaginary sky...
i burrow past all the why's of your unspoken deity
stripped of your piety...silently...yet so loud...
#dark
#emotions
#moon
#night
#seductive
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 1:55am
27th Nov 2024 1:55am
In a World That Didn't Want Me
If someone asked me why I haven't killed myself, I would say it's mainly fear of pain and death. Nothing more, nothing less.
I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.
That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.
I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.
I can't stop...
I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.
That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.
I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.
I can't stop...
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 9:36pm
26th Nov 2024 9:36pm
From the Gullet
The smile of the bone's obsession, from the gullet
of my sins, dripping from her soul and skin
from the pen in the far corners of my dreams,
touching, as she screams in pain where Lucifer
reigns peeling her sliding flesh, but just another
nocturne sting like shards of glass with a smile
of the bone's obsession
of my sins, dripping from her soul and skin
from the pen in the far corners of my dreams,
touching, as she screams in pain where Lucifer
reigns peeling her sliding flesh, but just another
nocturne sting like shards of glass with a smile
of the bone's obsession
#dark
#erotic
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 8:13pm
26th Nov 2024 8:13pm
Always in a daze
Always in a daze
I live the same routine over & over again
Wear that empty gaze
The one that keeps me
Sane!
Don't crucify me
You'll see
Inside I'm fragile....I'm weak
So much more to lose
if I don't try
But I cannot change
I'll just burn the ambition inside
Stared into a void
Of emptiness and a bitter feeling
Too much time alone
Leads me into darkness, dreaming
This road will take me nowhere
Suffocates my will
Today though, I will try again to be something I am not
I live the same routine over & over again
Wear that empty gaze
The one that keeps me
Sane!
Don't crucify me
You'll see
Inside I'm fragile....I'm weak
So much more to lose
if I don't try
But I cannot change
I'll just burn the ambition inside
Stared into a void
Of emptiness and a bitter feeling
Too much time alone
Leads me into darkness, dreaming
This road will take me nowhere
Suffocates my will
Today though, I will try again to be something I am not
#boredom
#dark
#LifeGoals
#loneliness
#vulnerability
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
Domain of Decay
The pain is real,
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:53pm
26th Nov 2024 5:53pm
My Voice
I saw that a YouTube comment of mine got deleted, whether the creator deleted it or YouTube itself did. I feel myself shaking. Out of fear. I am safe right now in the sense that no one's harming me physically. But in terms of actually thinking my voice matters, no.
I do not feel safe.
I am always questioning whether my story will be too much, be too inconvenient, be too dark...
But I just rather think about me and how to crawl out of the darkness of all these lies.
How to prepare myself because it will be my turn,
and the audience will be...
I do not feel safe.
I am always questioning whether my story will be too much, be too inconvenient, be too dark...
But I just rather think about me and how to crawl out of the darkness of all these lies.
How to prepare myself because it will be my turn,
and the audience will be...
#dark
#grief
#rejection
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 4:03pm
26th Nov 2024 4:03pm
Broken Photographs
In moments of lonely and melancholy haunting
the shelf of my mind for blood and the candle
that makes the light in the shadow of a broken
heart and blasphemous obscenity in an orgy of
broken corpses and despair of morphine's
puckered lips caressing my cock suffocating
my memories behind photographs
the shelf of my mind for blood and the candle
that makes the light in the shadow of a broken
heart and blasphemous obscenity in an orgy of
broken corpses and despair of morphine's
puckered lips caressing my cock suffocating
my memories behind photographs
#dark
#erotic
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PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 12:40pm
26th Nov 2024 12:40pm
Whispers in the Dark
Buzzing
Darkness whispers
Flies circle, secrets hide
Silent steps, shadows entangle
Fear reigns
Darkness whispers
Flies circle, secrets hide
Silent steps, shadows entangle
Fear reigns
#anxiety
#dark
#mystery
#secrets
#shadows
45 reads
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moon_bather
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:39am
26th Nov 2024 2:39am
He had the last laugh
Bradley lived more life
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears
We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary
We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye
In a swift twenty-seven years
Than we could ever dream
In our mortified tears
We got nothing
By comparison
Just another simplified simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
Bradley lived more life
In that rough quarter-century
Than we could ever have
As a fucked up vile visionary
We got nothing
We got nothing
Just another simpleton
Fuck-stain rebellion
He flipped us the finger
while he said Good-bye
#addiction
#dark
#despair
#loneliness
#rejection
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2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 10:09pm
25th Nov 2024 10:09pm
Now You Die
In the corner of my eye, whiskey rye
Black tie in Brunei on a twilight in July
Widow whispering, come to me, aye
With two fingers of sweet Mordecai
On my chest now rest the blowfly
Robbing me of my silver now you die
Until I cry and age in oak, by and by
With no more flesh given to fry
Black tie in Brunei on a twilight in July
Widow whispering, come to me, aye
With two fingers of sweet Mordecai
On my chest now rest the blowfly
Robbing me of my silver now you die
Until I cry and age in oak, by and by
With no more flesh given to fry
#dark
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
Mouse in my attic
I have a mouse living in my attic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
#confessional
#dark
#romantic #TruthOfLife
#romantic #TruthOfLife
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:09pm
25th Nov 2024 6:09pm
Oughts of Anesthesia
The oughts of anesthesia in dreams haunting
the essence of your bones chassis and flesh
soaked in brine marinating in scented wicks
of immortal eureka hydrating the peach
lost in intoxication the oughts of anesthesia
dripping...code Red in scented wicks
the essence of your bones chassis and flesh
soaked in brine marinating in scented wicks
of immortal eureka hydrating the peach
lost in intoxication the oughts of anesthesia
dripping...code Red in scented wicks
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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