I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Today 4:43pm
Today 4:43pm
Portals
It started with me shaving the hair on the back of my hands
First in small patches and then to meet demand
I could hear and feel every strand as it met blade
But I don't remember the cuts or when they were made
But I can tell by the length that they started out small
But they became longer, more vicious, more deeper and allI
I see the mirror and the mirror sees me
It draws me with promises that this is where I need to be
It shows me things, things that can't be ignored
Of the pleasures of hell and what's in store
Of the delicious...
First in small patches and then to meet demand
I could hear and feel every strand as it met blade
But I don't remember the cuts or when they were made
But I can tell by the length that they started out small
But they became longer, more vicious, more deeper and allI
I see the mirror and the mirror sees me
It draws me with promises that this is where I need to be
It shows me things, things that can't be ignored
Of the pleasures of hell and what's in store
Of the delicious...
#dark
#death
#evil
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Today 4:36pm
Today 4:36pm
The Resurrection
As the guillotine's blade slid into the flesh of her neck
She recited a spell while giving birth for the executioner to inspect
The same blade was used also to cut the umbilical cord
The executioner saw the sixes on the baby's head, realizing what legend had record
He claimed the baby as his own and offered to bury it's mom
With her head and body loaded in the wagon, finally resting without fear of harm
He climbed up on to the wagon placing the baby beside him on the seat
As they exited the town he wasn't surprised when the baby began to speak ...
She recited a spell while giving birth for the executioner to inspect
The same blade was used also to cut the umbilical cord
The executioner saw the sixes on the baby's head, realizing what legend had record
He claimed the baby as his own and offered to bury it's mom
With her head and body loaded in the wagon, finally resting without fear of harm
He climbed up on to the wagon placing the baby beside him on the seat
As they exited the town he wasn't surprised when the baby began to speak ...
#dark
#death
#evil
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
Today 2:15pm
Today 2:15pm
The sage - take two
a curtain of darkness
covered his life
he sat at sundown
confined to the chains of time
where the light goes
it goes there weeping
it falls between the branches
it goes there weeping
Shadows disappear
into hypnotic sounds
such a powerful voice
for a man without any words
where the light goes
it goes there weeping
it falls between the branches
it goes there weeping
behind stone curtains
the weight of the world
illumined the night
where the light goes
it goes there...
covered his life
he sat at sundown
confined to the chains of time
where the light goes
it goes there weeping
it falls between the branches
it goes there weeping
Shadows disappear
into hypnotic sounds
such a powerful voice
for a man without any words
where the light goes
it goes there weeping
it falls between the branches
it goes there weeping
behind stone curtains
the weight of the world
illumined the night
where the light goes
it goes there...
#death
#fate
#aging #curse
#aging #curse
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Drieks
Poem Published
Today 00:16am
Today 00:16am
Exitus
A letter to my dearest
Tears combined with ink
Memories which i cheer in
Nightmares in which i sink
An endless fall to bottom
Beyond the tears and soil
Passing sights of sodom
Sanity creaks in need of oil
The time for healing passed
Awoken in a dream
I found myself at last
Without a voice i scream
This poison seems to heal me
My death will give me life
No god succeeds to kneel me
No demon cares to thrive
...
Tears combined with ink
Memories which i cheer in
Nightmares in which i sink
An endless fall to bottom
Beyond the tears and soil
Passing sights of sodom
Sanity creaks in need of oil
The time for healing passed
Awoken in a dream
I found myself at last
Without a voice i scream
This poison seems to heal me
My death will give me life
No god succeeds to kneel me
No demon cares to thrive
...
#depression
#dark
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
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Eerie
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:20pm
Yesterday 10:20pm
Her Gift
Death, with all of her traps- skinning the
meat to search for veins, blue tinged in bowls
of milk and flames. If she cut off the left ring
the circle would be incomplete. There would be
no dreams, and no one to hear her sing.
Do you see the stars as she sees them? Half
hung as strings of light; reclaimed souls that
burned a little too bright, their vibrant colors fade
away with her every breath. Darkness settles
and sways, blanketing the forgotten and decayed.
Quietly shaking the dust from her hair, she steps
across the...
meat to search for veins, blue tinged in bowls
of milk and flames. If she cut off the left ring
the circle would be incomplete. There would be
no dreams, and no one to hear her sing.
Do you see the stars as she sees them? Half
hung as strings of light; reclaimed souls that
burned a little too bright, their vibrant colors fade
away with her every breath. Darkness settles
and sways, blanketing the forgotten and decayed.
Quietly shaking the dust from her hair, she steps
across the...
#death
#rebirth
#spiritual
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14 Comments
juliabaker
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:02pm
Yesterday 5:02pm
Free
Staring at your cold blue hands
And milky white eyes
I do not regret what I have done.
I can't say I'll ever have remorse
But now I lay down
And touch your cold skin.
By the end of the hour
I'll be deflated
And melted into you.
We will finally be one
Together at last
And we will finally be free.
And milky white eyes
I do not regret what I have done.
I can't say I'll ever have remorse
But now I lay down
And touch your cold skin.
By the end of the hour
I'll be deflated
And melted into you.
We will finally be one
Together at last
And we will finally be free.
#dark
#murder
#death
#obsession
#bittersweet
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:50pm
Yesterday 2:50pm
The Big Guffaw At The End of Humanworld
A terrible torment, this
thinking of ours, and so
gratuitously done.
Who could blame the world
for revolting against our
insanely applied "stewardship"?
yet, it is no less taken-for-granted
that our chawing at the Fat-of-the-Land
will continue unabated for as long
as we assume to be God's superior
species, as all is trampled by said
species in a "world without end, amen".
As folly just keeps on keepin'on, wit no
appreciable collective (self) awareness
as to What it is we keep on keepin'on.
...
thinking of ours, and so
gratuitously done.
Who could blame the world
for revolting against our
insanely applied "stewardship"?
yet, it is no less taken-for-granted
that our chawing at the Fat-of-the-Land
will continue unabated for as long
as we assume to be God's superior
species, as all is trampled by said
species in a "world without end, amen".
As folly just keeps on keepin'on, wit no
appreciable collective (self) awareness
as to What it is we keep on keepin'on.
...
#sadness
#hate
#death
#environment
#apocalypse
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:43pm
Yesterday 1:43pm
the angel box recordings - the Orient
he called from the angel box
he asked if we could go for a walk
he walked through the static to the light
he came from the Orient
and spoke of silver and gold
he stood there confronting God
he asked if we could go for a walk
he walked through the static to the light
he came from the Orient
and spoke of silver and gold
he stood there confronting God
#death
#Halloween
#ghosts
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Xaphan
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:04pm
Yesterday 12:04pm
Mister Reaper
Mister Reaper, is that you in the dark, half concealed in a hood?
Is that the silhouette of your shadow, or have I misunderstood?
Say something please and appease me and I will try not to fawn
Take my soul and my will and then lead me to the blighted corn
End my misery, Mister Reaper, guide me to my lord and master
Release me from this mortality and let sciomancy be my pastor
Raise the razor-blade for me, above the shoulders, raise it high
Execute my corporeal being and let my unholy body rot and lie
And to you, Mister Reaper, I'll leave my last thought...
Is that the silhouette of your shadow, or have I misunderstood?
Say something please and appease me and I will try not to fawn
Take my soul and my will and then lead me to the blighted corn
End my misery, Mister Reaper, guide me to my lord and master
Release me from this mortality and let sciomancy be my pastor
Raise the razor-blade for me, above the shoulders, raise it high
Execute my corporeal being and let my unholy body rot and lie
And to you, Mister Reaper, I'll leave my last thought...
#dark
#death
#despair #suffering
#despair #suffering
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:04am
Yesterday 11:04am
so you leave behind a will...
what happens to those wishes of the dying that go unfulfilled
do they vanish into thin air or fate kills them soon as they're willed
i picture a dying old man, surrounded by his loved ones
his dreams afloat in streams with currents that none outruns
they buried him under a gum tree though his wish was a sacred fig
the son found that too expensive and too laborious a dig
they say life is full of meanings, dreams and wishes and fears
none truly knows their purpose perhaps till death appears
then it's too late to do something, so you leave...
do they vanish into thin air or fate kills them soon as they're willed
i picture a dying old man, surrounded by his loved ones
his dreams afloat in streams with currents that none outruns
they buried him under a gum tree though his wish was a sacred fig
the son found that too expensive and too laborious a dig
they say life is full of meanings, dreams and wishes and fears
none truly knows their purpose perhaps till death appears
then it's too late to do something, so you leave...
#relationships
#death
#spiritual
#humankind
#philosophical
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:49am
Yesterday 1:49am
Judge
Physically decomposing
But somehow still knowing
Life doesn't end
Because the blood stops flowing
The answer's in the knowing
My conscience starts reloading
The unseen is showing
And what I see is the world corroding
Fresh from the grave smelling of sex
Death is my friend, why show respect
Who needs a friend that can't be used
Mentally robbed, physically abused
Time is a tool that I use like a switch
Put me into a grave and I flip the bitch
Dripping pussy as my body defrost
My soul was lost, but...
But somehow still knowing
Life doesn't end
Because the blood stops flowing
The answer's in the knowing
My conscience starts reloading
The unseen is showing
And what I see is the world corroding
Fresh from the grave smelling of sex
Death is my friend, why show respect
Who needs a friend that can't be used
Mentally robbed, physically abused
Time is a tool that I use like a switch
Put me into a grave and I flip the bitch
Dripping pussy as my body defrost
My soul was lost, but...
#dark
#death
#evil
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juliabaker
Poem Published
29th Oct 2020 5:33pm
29th Oct 2020 5:33pm
Rot
In the mud I found her,
Being eaten by worms.
Her skin looked like paper,
And her hair like thorns
She reached to me, with a finger of bone,
And told me I would never be alone.
Laying in the mud,
I layed down too.
I grasped her hand, and set it on mine,
Turned my head and looked in her eyes.
The sunken in caverns, veiled in flesh,
Reminded me that there was nothing left.
I kissed her softly on her cheek,
Then left her in her place to sleep.
With tender hands, I covered her bones, ...
Being eaten by worms.
Her skin looked like paper,
And her hair like thorns
She reached to me, with a finger of bone,
And told me I would never be alone.
Laying in the mud,
I layed down too.
I grasped her hand, and set it on mine,
Turned my head and looked in her eyes.
The sunken in caverns, veiled in flesh,
Reminded me that there was nothing left.
I kissed her softly on her cheek,
Then left her in her place to sleep.
With tender hands, I covered her bones, ...
#dark
#death
#myself
#nightmares
#SelfDiscovery
35 reads
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