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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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
94 reads
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MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:39am
16th Feb 2025 5:39am
Reap What You Sow
(Verse 1)
In the shadows where whispers dwell,
You carved your path, you built your hell.
No one dragged you down this road,
You pulled the trigger, you wrote the code.
Did you think the fire wouldn't spread?
Did you think your sins would lie dead?
With every choice, a seed was sown,
Now you stand here, all alone.
(Chorus)
Reap what you sow, the seeds you’ve cast,
No sympathy left for your shattered past.
Did you have a gun held to your head?
Or was it your heart that chose instead?
Stop...
In the shadows where whispers dwell,
You carved your path, you built your hell.
No one dragged you down this road,
You pulled the trigger, you wrote the code.
Did you think the fire wouldn't spread?
Did you think your sins would lie dead?
With every choice, a seed was sown,
Now you stand here, all alone.
(Chorus)
Reap what you sow, the seeds you’ve cast,
No sympathy left for your shattered past.
Did you have a gun held to your head?
Or was it your heart that chose instead?
Stop...
#dark
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5 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 11:53pm
15th Feb 2025 11:53pm
Blood On The Moon
(Verse 1
Shadows lengthen, whispers rise,
The moon bleeds crimson in my eyes.
Ancient sigils, carved in bone,
A ritual's calling, you’re not alone.
Black candles flicker, casting shade,
Where secrets fester, and souls are made.
From dusty grimoires, words ignite,
A pact with darkness, in the dead of night.
The air grows thick, a chilling breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten pleas.
No turning back now, the circle's drawn,
The blood of the moon, at twilight's dawn.
(Chorus
Blood of the moon! A sacrifice!
Twisted...
Shadows lengthen, whispers rise,
The moon bleeds crimson in my eyes.
Ancient sigils, carved in bone,
A ritual's calling, you’re not alone.
Black candles flicker, casting shade,
Where secrets fester, and souls are made.
From dusty grimoires, words ignite,
A pact with darkness, in the dead of night.
The air grows thick, a chilling breeze,
Carrying echoes of forgotten pleas.
No turning back now, the circle's drawn,
The blood of the moon, at twilight's dawn.
(Chorus
Blood of the moon! A sacrifice!
Twisted...
#dark
#witches
102 reads
7 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 9:11pm
15th Feb 2025 9:11pm
Shadows Fall
#dark
89 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 7:18pm
15th Feb 2025 7:18pm
betwixt
echoing darkness I saunter
delicious decadence in need of a counter
salacious needs an encounter
intrepid caution is damned
withdrawing all notion
seeking on the winds
seeing is believing
I am what I hate, a witch
betwixt two worlds, I am enslaved
to serve the lusts of a master
fully in love with my magics
touching me to create
my anger brings the swiftness of fire
sire of the needful rage
exacting revenge
insidious desire doesn't allow me to break free
this wheel of fate spins ...
delicious decadence in need of a counter
salacious needs an encounter
intrepid caution is damned
withdrawing all notion
seeking on the winds
seeing is believing
I am what I hate, a witch
betwixt two worlds, I am enslaved
to serve the lusts of a master
fully in love with my magics
touching me to create
my anger brings the swiftness of fire
sire of the needful rage
exacting revenge
insidious desire doesn't allow me to break free
this wheel of fate spins ...
#dark
#love
#lust
90 reads
7 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 7:16pm
15th Feb 2025 7:16pm
Fire Dancer
Fire dancer, necromancer
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
come now death unto my interlude
now sojourning, the fields are burning
taste the breath of my solitude
Naysayer, demon slayer
avert your eyes of harvest guilt
for it is said, the blind lead the dead
to the edge of the flower’s wilt
Cut the skin to bleed again
even a carcass bears its scars
so cast thy runes to cryptic tunes
to wash away the light of stars
Wade the river to deliver
a price now given for the keep
I am at peace for now I cease
the soul forever yours to reap ...
#dark
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5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 5:05pm
15th Feb 2025 5:05pm
Ain't no Pine Tar
Ain't no pine tar now that you are gone as your shadow lingers
across my weary bones with fingers of decay and dead leaves
as asphalt crumbles like old crones whispering secrets in the
moon's footsteps where once you were warm in your Caddy
shack now cold as the winds in a forgotten farewell your
beloved a thousand night as sentinel ain't no pine tar now that
you are gone now a dark bloody lonely road
across my weary bones with fingers of decay and dead leaves
as asphalt crumbles like old crones whispering secrets in the
moon's footsteps where once you were warm in your Caddy
shack now cold as the winds in a forgotten farewell your
beloved a thousand night as sentinel ain't no pine tar now that
you are gone now a dark bloody lonely road
#dark
#erotic
#love
89 reads
2 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 3:58pm
15th Feb 2025 3:58pm
Days into nights
Doubt fills my head
Eating me from the inside
Shadows absorbing the light
Turning days into nights
I think back to long ago
When happiness roamed
Through my thoughts
Now, it's gone
I lay in bed quietly covered
Like a corpse at a crime scene
Ignore and turn away
All my family and friends
When will this suffering stop
When will this war end
When will grace lead me
Beside still waters to drink
Eating me from the inside
Shadows absorbing the light
Turning days into nights
I think back to long ago
When happiness roamed
Through my thoughts
Now, it's gone
I lay in bed quietly covered
Like a corpse at a crime scene
Ignore and turn away
All my family and friends
When will this suffering stop
When will this war end
When will grace lead me
Beside still waters to drink
#anxiety
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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