adagio
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:09pm
17th Feb 2025 7:09pm
Mendacity
Ecstasy scars at evening tides tattooed on my mind
of tragedy lingering in my blood, poisoning my soul
with no anecdote, just empty pages of echoes and
proverbs once my nightingale now a tragedy without
the key to unlock your ashes as we burn in haunting
screams of mendacity
of tragedy lingering in my blood, poisoning my soul
with no anecdote, just empty pages of echoes and
proverbs once my nightingale now a tragedy without
the key to unlock your ashes as we burn in haunting
screams of mendacity
#dark
#erotic
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 4:45pm
17th Feb 2025 4:45pm
scatterd
the numbness come oh peaceful day
my mind alters and I remember all I thought I'd forgotteh
the immortal beckons I am needed elsewhere
regretting parts of this life but there is honor in its reality
tenacious collection I've drawn a few to me encounters of chance
fated I made my appointments left an impression
they are left with the same choice comform to eltist ideas of suffer
there is a quiet dignity in that
deliviered here on a beam of light
determined to make a change
other peoples pain, is not a delicacy you devour ...
my mind alters and I remember all I thought I'd forgotteh
the immortal beckons I am needed elsewhere
regretting parts of this life but there is honor in its reality
tenacious collection I've drawn a few to me encounters of chance
fated I made my appointments left an impression
they are left with the same choice comform to eltist ideas of suffer
there is a quiet dignity in that
deliviered here on a beam of light
determined to make a change
other peoples pain, is not a delicacy you devour ...
#dark
#love
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 1:23pm
17th Feb 2025 1:23pm
Cadaver
The white sheet whispers as it's drawn away,
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
#dark
#vulnerability
#weakness
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Hashman
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 12:08pm
17th Feb 2025 12:08pm
No Light
black is black
dark is dark
these days
those days
everyday
no sunshine
black is black
no lights on
all dark
shadows in shadows
can't see
where i'm going
where we're going
no sunshine
no light
it's all dark...
dark is dark
these days
those days
everyday
no sunshine
black is black
no lights on
all dark
shadows in shadows
can't see
where i'm going
where we're going
no sunshine
no light
it's all dark...
#dark
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 7:26am
17th Feb 2025 7:26am
Mirror Magic
(Verse 1)
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
In the chamber of shadows, where whispers of night converge,
Hangs a looking glass, an ancient stage for the devil's dirge.
Reflecting not the truth, but a realm of twisted lies,
Where the souls of the lost forever fall and collide.
Welcome to the realm of mirror magic, so dark and deep,
Where the wicked dance and the damned forever weep.
Look into the glass, you're invited to the thrall,
Where your reflection's not your own, and you're about to fall.
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What dark secrets do you...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#horror
#witches
107 reads
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 5:07am
17th Feb 2025 5:07am
Jehovah Skinheads
(Jehovah skinheads, jehovah skinheads)
Skinheads, Jehovah witness
Brainwashed neo-nazi apprentice
Fellowship, kingdom hall
Watchtower penned for all
Swastikas, white supremacy
Fourth Reich and its legacy
Shaved heads, military clothes
Sieg Heil, neo nazi oaths
Extremism, skinhead subculture
Couldn't erase their exposure
Health issues, maybe mental
Drug abuse experimental
Police called at least five times ...
Skinheads, Jehovah witness
Brainwashed neo-nazi apprentice
Fellowship, kingdom hall
Watchtower penned for all
Swastikas, white supremacy
Fourth Reich and its legacy
Shaved heads, military clothes
Sieg Heil, neo nazi oaths
Extremism, skinhead subculture
Couldn't erase their exposure
Health issues, maybe mental
Drug abuse experimental
Police called at least five times ...
#dark
#emptiness
82 reads
4 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 3:47am
17th Feb 2025 3:47am
After Death
(Verse 1)
The light extinguished, a final, hollow breath,
Cold steel embrace, the chilling kiss of death.
No silver lining, no pearly gates above,
Just endless blackness, devoid of any love.
They told you stories, of heaven's golden shore,
But lies are whispers, and truth will always roar.
(Pre-Chorus)
The body's rotting, beneath the frozen ground,
But something stirs, a horrifying sound.
A twisted echo, of every wicked deed,
A harvest sown, from every planted seed.
(Chorus -
Death! It's not the ending, it's the...
The light extinguished, a final, hollow breath,
Cold steel embrace, the chilling kiss of death.
No silver lining, no pearly gates above,
Just endless blackness, devoid of any love.
They told you stories, of heaven's golden shore,
But lies are whispers, and truth will always roar.
(Pre-Chorus)
The body's rotting, beneath the frozen ground,
But something stirs, a horrifying sound.
A twisted echo, of every wicked deed,
A harvest sown, from every planted seed.
(Chorus -
Death! It's not the ending, it's the...
#dark
#death
#heaven
#hell
#religion
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:39am
17th Feb 2025 2:39am
proper ettiquette, will see
Jezabelle winks a formidabel woman
she was Sampsons down fall
he was warned not to cut his hair
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day
Sampson heed that of a woman over him
magic incantation in the color of rainbow
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes
it is the language of the soul
my thoughts are chided
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients
or write things down
utterking I don't...
she was Sampsons down fall
he was warned not to cut his hair
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day
Sampson heed that of a woman over him
magic incantation in the color of rainbow
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes
it is the language of the soul
my thoughts are chided
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients
or write things down
utterking I don't...
#dark
#magic
#spiritual
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2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 11:34pm
16th Feb 2025 11:34pm
Garnets and Soul
A writhing string of garnets and soul
naked guillotine around your throat
with a red ribbon of blood's gratitude
leaking paradise from the wet stones
of parched fate and debauchery's sin
but leaving the door open
naked guillotine around your throat
with a red ribbon of blood's gratitude
leaking paradise from the wet stones
of parched fate and debauchery's sin
but leaving the door open
#dark
#erotic
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:12pm
16th Feb 2025 5:12pm
pious
in deepness wept, with much misunderstanding
the darkness beckon
and I used it as a mere weapon
not understanding, its intent
the world is not as it seems we have ancient texts by which we follow
and are thusly enslaved
by means there are civilations old, who follow different sects of thinking
working in the background here
I choose to believe there are still cracks by which the abyss is seen
by the very words it hangs us on it show its fangs
who am I to judge, no one
but opinions are formed
and reactions are noted ...
the darkness beckon
and I used it as a mere weapon
not understanding, its intent
the world is not as it seems we have ancient texts by which we follow
and are thusly enslaved
by means there are civilations old, who follow different sects of thinking
working in the background here
I choose to believe there are still cracks by which the abyss is seen
by the very words it hangs us on it show its fangs
who am I to judge, no one
but opinions are formed
and reactions are noted ...
#aliens
#dark
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adagio
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 1:32pm
16th Feb 2025 1:32pm
Frayed Dreams
A symphony of dreams bursting cold dark shadows
tethered to the twilight's umbilical of decaying souls
swallowed by the grave's laughter of ashen wood
holding on to the frayed dreams echoing my fate
as fingers grasp my jugular, singing to me a lullaby
of haunted memories dissolving into despair
where once was a symphony...
Now a Sticky Note on the Frigidaire
tethered to the twilight's umbilical of decaying souls
swallowed by the grave's laughter of ashen wood
holding on to the frayed dreams echoing my fate
as fingers grasp my jugular, singing to me a lullaby
of haunted memories dissolving into despair
where once was a symphony...
Now a Sticky Note on the Frigidaire
#dark
#dreams
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 8:32am
16th Feb 2025 8:32am
Terrifier
(Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight
(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber ...
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight
(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
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