Ahavati
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 11:28pm
14th Jun 2019 11:28pm
Quoth tha DaDa, evermore
metaphorical metafours
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if...
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if...
#dark
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#admiration
#respect
308 reads
25 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 8:22pm
27th Sep 2019 8:22pm
WHAT IS YOUR ESCAPE PLAN
Through darkness you can not see the light but through your heart it feels cold as ice to wonder aimlessly through the chambers of space and time unsure of your next journey, through this dimension which is known as life but yet one must take that mere chance of removing the chains that bound ones to the darkness were there is no light.
For we must challenge thyself not to be afraid of expanding...
For we must challenge thyself not to be afraid of expanding...
#dark
#heartbroken
#frustration
#confusion
#emptiness
58 reads
0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 00:50am
16th Jul 2019 00:50am
insomnia
another night
busted
up
no sleep
too much
smoke
not enough
bourbon
wild horses run
through the
bad lands
of my
head
and I'm riding bareback
barely holding
on
9
busted
up
no sleep
too much
smoke
not enough
bourbon
wild horses run
through the
bad lands
of my
head
and I'm riding bareback
barely holding
on
9
#dark
41 reads
5 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 00:47am
14th Sep 2019 00:47am
No Safe Place
The howl outside
whipping branches
in awkward directions
the approaching darkness
ready to envelop us
in the cry of misery
A destruction of promise
ready to leave us tattered
among the fallen leaves
barricading ourselves
in these houses
to be tormented
in a cruelty
of another kind
whipping branches
in awkward directions
the approaching darkness
ready to envelop us
in the cry of misery
A destruction of promise
ready to leave us tattered
among the fallen leaves
barricading ourselves
in these houses
to be tormented
in a cruelty
of another kind
#dark
#nature
#scary
49 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 5:04pm
18th Oct 2019 5:04pm
Alone with Jack The Ripper
the devil is in the details
a writer is in their words
lately, I think the best writers are sociopaths
narcissistic egotistical bastards
my soul has opened to so many
just to be burned and manipulated
this is the virtual world
Jack the ripper would cream all over himself--
with so many victims of his lunacy just fingertips away
sometimes I look at all of your faces and think I'm not alone
then I look again and it's just me and Jack
playing the same game all these centuries later
a writer is in their words
lately, I think the best writers are sociopaths
narcissistic egotistical bastards
my soul has opened to so many
just to be burned and manipulated
this is the virtual world
Jack the ripper would cream all over himself--
with so many victims of his lunacy just fingertips away
sometimes I look at all of your faces and think I'm not alone
then I look again and it's just me and Jack
playing the same game all these centuries later
#dark
#evil
77 reads
18 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 1:44am
11th Oct 2019 1:44am
Mm….Taste Me In The Afterlife
Black is the night the full moon illuminates as it hangs
Metamorphosis of me from human seductress to descending fangs
Prowling the lush great lands
In search for the taste of man's virility, bedding him where he stands
Carnal salvation, siphoning the trickling of his blood
My master I feast upon, the red river of death, draining him in the name of immortal love
His throbbing veins, drinking the fountain of his generational bloodline my nightly food
In the cathedral of the afterlife my body, sleeker, hungrier,...
Metamorphosis of me from human seductress to descending fangs
Prowling the lush great lands
In search for the taste of man's virility, bedding him where he stands
Carnal salvation, siphoning the trickling of his blood
My master I feast upon, the red river of death, draining him in the name of immortal love
His throbbing veins, drinking the fountain of his generational bloodline my nightly food
In the cathedral of the afterlife my body, sleeker, hungrier,...
#dark
143 reads
14 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:24am
Yesterday 4:24am
noth/ing/ness.....
i'm bound
to a perpetual
axis of darkness
my emotions
- soaked in
putrid rains
taught strings
laced 'round
my corseted heart
cumbered breaths
verging on
as/phyx/i/a/tion
my mind
screaming
into
a ...
to a perpetual
axis of darkness
my emotions
- soaked in
putrid rains
taught strings
laced 'round
my corseted heart
cumbered breaths
verging on
as/phyx/i/a/tion
my mind
screaming
into
a ...
#regret
#dark
#emptiness #hurt
#emptiness #hurt
108 reads
43 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 1:41pm
19th Jun 2019 1:41pm
Putatively
Evidently I don’t know how to love
Blame it on electric trains
Spitfire planes
crushed little fingers
model glued together
abusing love putatively
is all I know. . .
Maybe why I put myself through
See-saw’d emotional pain
Whip me into confusion
Cut out my insolence
Break me into a million
little brittle fingernails
force down my throat
Finish me
finishing nails
driven
Fuck! My big feet still hurt
I gargle the red elixir
my fountain excavated
from blunt force trauma
Household...
Blame it on electric trains
Spitfire planes
crushed little fingers
model glued together
abusing love putatively
is all I know. . .
Maybe why I put myself through
See-saw’d emotional pain
Whip me into confusion
Cut out my insolence
Break me into a million
little brittle fingernails
force down my throat
Finish me
finishing nails
driven
Fuck! My big feet still hurt
I gargle the red elixir
my fountain excavated
from blunt force trauma
Household...
#dark
#abuse
#myself
#SelfReflection
#disappointment
168 reads
19 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 12:25pm
8th Oct 2019 12:25pm
Rumpelstiltskin And The Witches
The wheel-horse, wilful and eager
dragged the cart with its hard seats
and heavy wrought-iron frame over the bumpy track
up the windswept hill while the witches
stuffed wadding under their bony bottoms
to soften the jarring bounces
thinking to worship the weaver
who, grinning, offered his new ware,
a cape from spun gold for a high price of sacrifice
but the witches with a wry smile
had also brought with them a wreath
and suddenly switched plans.
dragged the cart with its hard seats
and heavy wrought-iron frame over the bumpy track
up the windswept hill while the witches
stuffed wadding under their bony bottoms
to soften the jarring bounces
thinking to worship the weaver
who, grinning, offered his new ware,
a cape from spun gold for a high price of sacrifice
but the witches with a wry smile
had also brought with them a wreath
and suddenly switched plans.
#dark
#ShortStory
60 reads
13 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
11th Mar 2018 00:43am
11th Mar 2018 00:43am
Darkly
Coda:
For now we look through a glass..
..
Autumn holds sway, 1997
Fast. He’s too fast.
5’8” of lean muscles and sinews. He grits his teeth. His smile is wry and folds the flesh of his cheeks.
He descends from the outer circle. He strikes in flurries. He dares the inner circle for only moments. Tags me over and over. My reach is longer, but he darts in and out. His legs lean and packed with fluid musculature.
6’2” of layered fat over muscle. He’s a...
For now we look through a glass..
..
Autumn holds sway, 1997
Fast. He’s too fast.
5’8” of lean muscles and sinews. He grits his teeth. His smile is wry and folds the flesh of his cheeks.
He descends from the outer circle. He strikes in flurries. He dares the inner circle for only moments. Tags me over and over. My reach is longer, but he darts in and out. His legs lean and packed with fluid musculature.
6’2” of layered fat over muscle. He’s a...
#dark
#friendship
#beauty #LifeStruggles
#beauty #LifeStruggles
544 reads
7 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
12th May 2019 3:04pm
12th May 2019 3:04pm
birthed by the sea.
I came from the sea bright eyed
and willingly from the deep blue
fortress beneath; but this earth
surrounding me is muddy &
exhausting, I find myself
drowning in it.
and willingly from the deep blue
fortress beneath; but this earth
surrounding me is muddy &
exhausting, I find myself
drowning in it.
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#universe
#despair
87 reads
3 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
25th May 2019 2:23pm
25th May 2019 2:23pm
LIVING LOVE – THIS DECIDED TO MY CAT RED
LIVING LOVE – THIS DECIDED TO MY CAT RED
If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking animal in a shelter - simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home,...
If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking animal in a shelter - simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home,...
#sadness
#dark
#death #emptiness
#death #emptiness
81 reads
6 Comments
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