Xaphan
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:11am
Yesterday 00:11am
Heaven's Wake
Heretic phantoms were conjured, but decried their faiths
Exhumed from death, to a nowhere, to mourn as wraiths
Alas, where they were not, was a delusional derelict see
Vaporous and ephemeral, where no gods would ever be
Epicedian recitals, almost teased, like a whispering wind
Nocturnal incantations and murmurings, but unbedinned
'twas not of the celestial though, nor from a higher place
Surreptitiously designed, beyond known time and space
Wondering mystics, evoked a hope, in an eternal thread
And led their faithful, with the mesmeric words they...
Exhumed from death, to a nowhere, to mourn as wraiths
Alas, where they were not, was a delusional derelict see
Vaporous and ephemeral, where no gods would ever be
Epicedian recitals, almost teased, like a whispering wind
Nocturnal incantations and murmurings, but unbedinned
'twas not of the celestial though, nor from a higher place
Surreptitiously designed, beyond known time and space
Wondering mystics, evoked a hope, in an eternal thread
And led their faithful, with the mesmeric words they...
#death
#atheism
#religion
#spiritual
#ghosts
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Ronethone
Kieron
Kieron
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:16pm
Yesterday 4:16pm
Nightmares Elaborated On Skin
Found asphyxiated in our own beauty
our hearts lay entwined from the last collision
and when the glass rains
as the blood fills my throat
she splutters pain as if it were a gunshot
my expired eyes drone into existence
she vigorously grinded bone on metal
one leg free and an ounce of skin to go
she cried, she fucking cried
My skin melted like plastic on the dashboard
one eye on the road, one in the glove box
she couldn't stop looking at me
crowded by dimensions of skull
claustrophobia induced by a skinless soul
split...
our hearts lay entwined from the last collision
and when the glass rains
as the blood fills my throat
she splutters pain as if it were a gunshot
my expired eyes drone into existence
she vigorously grinded bone on metal
one leg free and an ounce of skin to go
she cried, she fucking cried
My skin melted like plastic on the dashboard
one eye on the road, one in the glove box
she couldn't stop looking at me
crowded by dimensions of skull
claustrophobia induced by a skinless soul
split...
#death
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Sandals
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:09am
Yesterday 2:09am
My Lady....My Woman
Gun blast after gun blast
I can't be hit
My Lady is not to
Be disrespected bwetch
The holster I lost
The finger prints
Upon of mine
Says if u arrest me
Then u are truly
To me being kind
I broke the law
To that of my own mind
But my Lady covers my
Dick to the fluctuation of her fine
To threaten her for
Only saying u were out of line
On how u mistreated her
Kindness goes against my fine
Though I pay the bills
She cooks and she cleans
Though I can cook also
She...
I can't be hit
My Lady is not to
Be disrespected bwetch
The holster I lost
The finger prints
Upon of mine
Says if u arrest me
Then u are truly
To me being kind
I broke the law
To that of my own mind
But my Lady covers my
Dick to the fluctuation of her fine
To threaten her for
Only saying u were out of line
On how u mistreated her
Kindness goes against my fine
Though I pay the bills
She cooks and she cleans
Though I can cook also
She...
#dark
#death
#evil #ForbiddenLove
#evil #ForbiddenLove
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th May 2022 8:54am
14th May 2022 8:54am
Three Phases of Fate
- Three Phases of Fate -
Phase the First: The Moon
It is the past, and it is also a distant future day,
All depending on which way the cards thus lay!
Within the embrace of these shadows, secure in their assured solace,
There, I let my spirit go forth to commune with what lay far beyond.
You shall not find what lies in those ethereal climes without seeking,
Paying dearly the cost to gain what power comes with understanding.
In terror quake the aspirants who come unto the distant pale palace,
Yet I feel no fear, for my hands have held in...
Phase the First: The Moon
It is the past, and it is also a distant future day,
All depending on which way the cards thus lay!
Within the embrace of these shadows, secure in their assured solace,
There, I let my spirit go forth to commune with what lay far beyond.
You shall not find what lies in those ethereal climes without seeking,
Paying dearly the cost to gain what power comes with understanding.
In terror quake the aspirants who come unto the distant pale palace,
Yet I feel no fear, for my hands have held in...
#dark
#death
#rebirth
#apocalypse
#philosophical
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th May 2022 00:49am
14th May 2022 00:49am
For the Love of Death
- For the Love of Death -
Based upon a series of otherworldly events from my present life...
As a child, I was always quite often misunderstood. People did not comprehend me I think, and I oft did not truly comprehend them. I was ever an outsider, and as such it was difficult for me to be the kind of person that others expected me to be. When I was sixteen years old, I had already endured the harsh knowledge that I was a disappointment to my family. Yet, in truth they were disappointments to me far more! I was so very young at the time, yet incomprehensibly ancient in...
Based upon a series of otherworldly events from my present life...
As a child, I was always quite often misunderstood. People did not comprehend me I think, and I oft did not truly comprehend them. I was ever an outsider, and as such it was difficult for me to be the kind of person that others expected me to be. When I was sixteen years old, I had already endured the harsh knowledge that I was a disappointment to my family. Yet, in truth they were disappointments to me far more! I was so very young at the time, yet incomprehensibly ancient in...
#love
#death
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
13th May 2022 4:37pm
13th May 2022 4:37pm
Hoss Died Half A Century Ago
He's a deceased actor who still has plenty of fans, including me.
Dan Blocker died fifty years ago today at the age of forty-three.
He and his family moved to Switzerland because he was against the Vietnam War.
When he had gallbladder surgery, he didn't know that his death was what would be in store.
He commuted back and forth to the USA to star in Bonanza until his untimely death.
On May 13, 1972, a very talented actor passed away when he took his final breath.
He made Bonanza great but half a century ago, he was a man who the world lost.
Fifty years ago...
Dan Blocker died fifty years ago today at the age of forty-three.
He and his family moved to Switzerland because he was against the Vietnam War.
When he had gallbladder surgery, he didn't know that his death was what would be in store.
He commuted back and forth to the USA to star in Bonanza until his untimely death.
On May 13, 1972, a very talented actor passed away when he took his final breath.
He made Bonanza great but half a century ago, he was a man who the world lost.
Fifty years ago...
#death
#anniversary
#nonfiction
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faithmairee
Poem Published
13th May 2022 10:06am
13th May 2022 10:06am
desiree
she was just a child
at her momma'a side
combing that coal black hair
until it shined
she asked momma what
does it mean to love
momma said it means to sacrifice
poppa said you know
it's just too late to cry
he's dead and he
never should've died
it was a bullet in
his head his momma cried
it was bound to happen anyway
all she ever wanted
was to love him
all he ever did
was look her way
now she cries out in
the middle of the night
lord, his dying
must be...
at her momma'a side
combing that coal black hair
until it shined
she asked momma what
does it mean to love
momma said it means to sacrifice
poppa said you know
it's just too late to cry
he's dead and he
never should've died
it was a bullet in
his head his momma cried
it was bound to happen anyway
all she ever wanted
was to love him
all he ever did
was look her way
now she cries out in
the middle of the night
lord, his dying
must be...
#depression
#death
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
12th May 2022 11:55pm
12th May 2022 11:55pm
Surrender
Sipping on disaster
While smoking death
I don't give a fuck about nothing
Not even myself
My brain has been trained
To say fuck life and beg for pain
Mentally no one's home so I'm all about self
I've tongue kissed misery, while fucking death
In my perfect world Hell is at war
I'm recruited to go in and fuck shit up more
I'ld start at the gates and release my rage
Then run through that bitch and put hell in a cage
I'ld make Satan my bitch that I'ld keep as a pet
I'ld piss on her ass just to get her wet
She...
While smoking death
I don't give a fuck about nothing
Not even myself
My brain has been trained
To say fuck life and beg for pain
Mentally no one's home so I'm all about self
I've tongue kissed misery, while fucking death
In my perfect world Hell is at war
I'm recruited to go in and fuck shit up more
I'ld start at the gates and release my rage
Then run through that bitch and put hell in a cage
I'ld make Satan my bitch that I'ld keep as a pet
I'ld piss on her ass just to get her wet
She...
#dark
#death
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
12th May 2022 7:20pm
12th May 2022 7:20pm
Wish I
Over the hills and far away
dreams I held so dear
all fading
with the dying light
beyond the midnight clear
Would I could earn
my time again
and learn a different song
write words of peace to save a world
where war does not belong
But hopes are born of angels
not to those who cannot see
for when the Devil blinds a heart
only death
is guaranteed
dreams I held so dear
all fading
with the dying light
beyond the midnight clear
Would I could earn
my time again
and learn a different song
write words of peace to save a world
where war does not belong
But hopes are born of angels
not to those who cannot see
for when the Devil blinds a heart
only death
is guaranteed
#war
#death
#WritingPoetry
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TheFutureEmbrace
Poem Published
12th May 2022 6:51pm
12th May 2022 6:51pm
Parasite
To those who said
I would die when she left
to those who thought
I would cry, so bereft
People who spoke
of my ill-repute
Unable to function
descending absolute
The voices who talked
of my useless veins
unable to fathom
this failure campaign
When all roles feel forced
or were they unreal?
There is no joy to touch
nor happiness to feel
How can I be more
when tied to all others
No family upon to lean
No father, nor Mother
you said I would I die
a man I am not
I’m here tell you this- ...
I would die when she left
to those who thought
I would cry, so bereft
People who spoke
of my ill-repute
Unable to function
descending absolute
The voices who talked
of my useless veins
unable to fathom
this failure campaign
When all roles feel forced
or were they unreal?
There is no joy to touch
nor happiness to feel
How can I be more
when tied to all others
No family upon to lean
No father, nor Mother
you said I would I die
a man I am not
I’m here tell you this- ...
#death
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
11th May 2022 7:36pm
11th May 2022 7:36pm
Coffin Dust
Coffin Dust”
Where I once saw souls, I see only symbols.
I could read you like some ancient tome:
A book of some good, but mostly evils—
That I want under this skin that I call my home.
Don’t you know the disease that brought me here?
Don’t you know by now that it is more than fear
Of dying alone that drags me, crawling to your lust—
A sickness that paints me in my coffin dust?
On what canvas would we paint these flowers?
Would you illustrate the way my spirit cowers
At the ghosts of solitude that wait to haunt me ...
Where I once saw souls, I see only symbols.
I could read you like some ancient tome:
A book of some good, but mostly evils—
That I want under this skin that I call my home.
Don’t you know the disease that brought me here?
Don’t you know by now that it is more than fear
Of dying alone that drags me, crawling to your lust—
A sickness that paints me in my coffin dust?
On what canvas would we paint these flowers?
Would you illustrate the way my spirit cowers
At the ghosts of solitude that wait to haunt me ...
#love
#death
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Jordan
D.O.C.
D.O.C.
Poem Published
10th May 2022 11:32pm
10th May 2022 11:32pm
evolution -- not the greatest show on earth
or
the other brainless "design" in default of a design
"in and of itself bad, Pain is the only Objective Value for all conscious, feeling beings, explaining why no such being wishes to be ripped apart and eaten alive."
--a conscious, feeling being of Reason
* * *
for every tiny sparrow in its nest
yet several nestlings fallen to the ground
in being still by nature dispossessed
a moment brief rest safe secure and sound
for every baby elephant unharmed...
the other brainless "design" in default of a design
"in and of itself bad, Pain is the only Objective Value for all conscious, feeling beings, explaining why no such being wishes to be ripped apart and eaten alive."
--a conscious, feeling being of Reason
* * *
for every tiny sparrow in its nest
yet several nestlings fallen to the ground
in being still by nature dispossessed
a moment brief rest safe secure and sound
for every baby elephant unharmed...
#science
#death
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#horror
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