Thor_Azine
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 5:32pm
12th Mar 2025 5:32pm
Straight Up
I still stand straight up
dry fucked by the universe
bad memories pour over me
sticky like blood
Sour but still salty
just the rim of a margarita glass
tongue lashed and drank in kind
a tore down rebuilt Frankenstein
Everything slips from hand
I don’t understand any of it
the beauty is I don’t have to
the whole of existence can shove it
A blip in the space time continuum
ruling my own universe
conversely eluding any form of realty
straight up constant duality
dry fucked by the universe
bad memories pour over me
sticky like blood
Sour but still salty
just the rim of a margarita glass
tongue lashed and drank in kind
a tore down rebuilt Frankenstein
Everything slips from hand
I don’t understand any of it
the beauty is I don’t have to
the whole of existence can shove it
A blip in the space time continuum
ruling my own universe
conversely eluding any form of realty
straight up constant duality
#dark
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 1:03pm
23rd Mar 2025 1:03pm
Them
When the ugly people band together,
They actually feel like they're better.
But, you just watch them.
And mock them.
When the women band together,
And try to act like they're better,
I just let them.
I know their intentions.
When someone disappears,
And I still know they're here,
Do they know I've caught them?
Ill throw them in a coffin.
All of these ears still couldn't hear,
My fake coughing,
Laughing at their convention.
Always needing attention.
Hide! While you...
They actually feel like they're better.
But, you just watch them.
And mock them.
When the women band together,
And try to act like they're better,
I just let them.
I know their intentions.
When someone disappears,
And I still know they're here,
Do they know I've caught them?
Ill throw them in a coffin.
All of these ears still couldn't hear,
My fake coughing,
Laughing at their convention.
Always needing attention.
Hide! While you...
#dark
#lies
#secrets #TruthOfLife
#secrets #TruthOfLife
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 00:36am
10th Mar 2025 00:36am
ride
I'm coming through again, this body is about worn out
reflect a feeling, I will bring a sting promised
I've learned some things
I fear, yeah, but I will fight
throw down for broke
call it the thug in me, I learned that
soft little girl had to grow fangs
a shield maiden, perhaps a girl with a silver spoon in my mouth
I've learned some tricks since then
magic is being employed against me
miles well pick up my ruins
call down the hate
forget the past tried
but it will never be
and space isn't vast enough for us...
reflect a feeling, I will bring a sting promised
I've learned some things
I fear, yeah, but I will fight
throw down for broke
call it the thug in me, I learned that
soft little girl had to grow fangs
a shield maiden, perhaps a girl with a silver spoon in my mouth
I've learned some tricks since then
magic is being employed against me
miles well pick up my ruins
call down the hate
forget the past tried
but it will never be
and space isn't vast enough for us...
#anxiety
#dark
109 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 8:51pm
10th Mar 2025 8:51pm
The Nth Degree
#dark
#erotic
210 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 9:40pm
2nd Apr 2025 9:40pm
concrete
Vilifying my shadow, I blame her
it is her fault my sinister side came forth
bending corrupt feelings
leaving people dumbstruck with my perpensity for evil
Slinking through the mists is a phantom
slithering through your cerebellum
causing disturbing thoughts
dry concussion swollen nightmares
insidious desire wants you to blanch
pale rejects of the horde
whore out your visions
taking them as they were their own
misfits of days past
when you shine, and yes, they know you
your memory faded glory...
it is her fault my sinister side came forth
bending corrupt feelings
leaving people dumbstruck with my perpensity for evil
Slinking through the mists is a phantom
slithering through your cerebellum
causing disturbing thoughts
dry concussion swollen nightmares
insidious desire wants you to blanch
pale rejects of the horde
whore out your visions
taking them as they were their own
misfits of days past
when you shine, and yes, they know you
your memory faded glory...
#dark
51 reads
4 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:07pm
27th Mar 2025 5:07pm
damned
drinking from the readily damned
cut wrists bound by whispers
sutures of trust splinter
coming undone at the seams
a day to die under a grey sky
nostalgia burns and curses are heard
as nothing is working
the pain is screaming
in expletives of anguish
Reality rushes, and I spin
sewing together my heart
from spider silk
whose deadly venom intoxicates me
Of course it's the dangerous I play with
not understanding it's me that's cursed
Signing my name at midnight in the Book of Shadows
my...
cut wrists bound by whispers
sutures of trust splinter
coming undone at the seams
a day to die under a grey sky
nostalgia burns and curses are heard
as nothing is working
the pain is screaming
in expletives of anguish
Reality rushes, and I spin
sewing together my heart
from spider silk
whose deadly venom intoxicates me
Of course it's the dangerous I play with
not understanding it's me that's cursed
Signing my name at midnight in the Book of Shadows
my...
#dark
63 reads
2 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 00:35am
11th Mar 2025 00:35am
Desire in the Time of Pain
#boredom
#dark
47 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 7:02pm
27th Mar 2025 7:02pm
daylight ends
struggling to touch daylight
my body hurts and I can't reach the blueness
my soul sinks into the dark
where melancholy stirs within me
She has something to say
then with a heavy, indigo voice
she utters some days are bluer than blue
culted truth the ink is heady
my thoughts spill from my veins
in deep pools of honesty
I'm in pain, and sorrow lurks
weighing in also
speaking in metaphors, she purges
talk not of the black dog
instead, remember the red door
It doesn't make sense
but inside me,...
my body hurts and I can't reach the blueness
my soul sinks into the dark
where melancholy stirs within me
She has something to say
then with a heavy, indigo voice
she utters some days are bluer than blue
culted truth the ink is heady
my thoughts spill from my veins
in deep pools of honesty
I'm in pain, and sorrow lurks
weighing in also
speaking in metaphors, she purges
talk not of the black dog
instead, remember the red door
It doesn't make sense
but inside me,...
#dark
80 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 6:53pm
23rd Mar 2025 6:53pm
sunrises and monsters
feeling the arc of pain playing out on my weary bones
who screams no not now
strong and willful my soul batters at the constraints of hurt
entering the need of the moment
it needs me to be strong
wrestling with demons I know well
sharpens my instincts
the spirits are restless
and i with them
my soul aches with a feeling
you know the ache
the one that keeps you up at night
fearing sleep cause of the monsters I will meet there
they're waiting for me
entertain the feeling it gets brighter by day...
who screams no not now
strong and willful my soul batters at the constraints of hurt
entering the need of the moment
it needs me to be strong
wrestling with demons I know well
sharpens my instincts
the spirits are restless
and i with them
my soul aches with a feeling
you know the ache
the one that keeps you up at night
fearing sleep cause of the monsters I will meet there
they're waiting for me
entertain the feeling it gets brighter by day...
#anxiety
#dark
#death
90 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 8:59pm
25th Mar 2025 8:59pm
sarcastic
trying my hand with shadows
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one...
tying my wrists I bind letting my demons fly
sacred art to touch the immortal pine
interesting homage to the unseen that move among us
disturbing nor trespassing I observe
fleeting thought to look away
but the closer I look instead
creating mischief not to be mistaken for horror
This is a familiar game
the unseemly are family
and we play in jest
Sharpening our blades but not cutting too deep
Sarcasm drips sardonic rule
If you are too friendly, they won't think you're one...
#dark
#love
64 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
~the puppeteer
gathering all threads inner
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being...
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being...
#dark
#metaphor
#politics
#rebellion
#violence
113 reads
4 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 11:19pm
26th Mar 2025 11:19pm
Luce
brother of mine
What say you of misfits and rebels?
Seeing is believing; freedom rings true for some
unrelenting pain is garnered
and I lost sight of you in the mists
sacred art is to know you
unforgiven on the path
resurrecting old demons
my thoughts observe and interfere when you need
my vow kept
I'll see you in the eternal
void of valor it was for naught
seeking truth in all you say
slaughtered without sight are the innocent
created to fight and nothing more
vulnerable honesty
now...
What say you of misfits and rebels?
Seeing is believing; freedom rings true for some
unrelenting pain is garnered
and I lost sight of you in the mists
sacred art is to know you
unforgiven on the path
resurrecting old demons
my thoughts observe and interfere when you need
my vow kept
I'll see you in the eternal
void of valor it was for naught
seeking truth in all you say
slaughtered without sight are the innocent
created to fight and nothing more
vulnerable honesty
now...
#angels
#brother
#dark
65 reads
2 Comments
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