Fishmander
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 8:38pm
3rd Feb 2023 8:38pm
Break The Seal
What's my genre, don't say solo
There's no entry with your halo
One more time now with some fervor
Less like tortured, more like murdered
Glass bulb your bones to taunt the light
So that I might see you clearer
Breathing shadow lit inverted
Reach your hand through to disturb it
Recite idols, unfold, summons
Scorching bastions of emotion
Black mist is poured out from our pride
Spread thin across thee like lotion
What's my genre, lets say spectral
Wrapping around your throat, tendril
Interlaced with...
There's no entry with your halo
One more time now with some fervor
Less like tortured, more like murdered
Glass bulb your bones to taunt the light
So that I might see you clearer
Breathing shadow lit inverted
Reach your hand through to disturb it
Recite idols, unfold, summons
Scorching bastions of emotion
Black mist is poured out from our pride
Spread thin across thee like lotion
What's my genre, lets say spectral
Wrapping around your throat, tendril
Interlaced with...
#dark
#ShortStory
#SelfReflection
#magic
#curse
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3 Comments
lovestonedfaery
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 6:21pm
1st Feb 2023 6:21pm
528 hz
a superhuman emerging from darkness
rummaging for the compass
discomfort in its surroundings
stepping through mirrors
in preparation
in between realms
seemingly dauntless
cosmic beings
often misinnerstood
for they are ancient souls
guided with the unknown
falsely diagnosed
labeled as many implanted hosts
discouraged from the guarded contract they wrote
far all unique as an enchanting rose
each with a mission to submit
learning
unlearning
re-learning and teaching lessons
a part...
rummaging for the compass
discomfort in its surroundings
stepping through mirrors
in preparation
in between realms
seemingly dauntless
cosmic beings
often misinnerstood
for they are ancient souls
guided with the unknown
falsely diagnosed
labeled as many implanted hosts
discouraged from the guarded contract they wrote
far all unique as an enchanting rose
each with a mission to submit
learning
unlearning
re-learning and teaching lessons
a part...
#love
#universe
#magic
#healing
#StreamOfConsciousness
52 reads
6 Comments
lovestonedfaery
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 1:08am
1st Feb 2023 1:08am
evanescence
floating
dreams seeping,
overflowing
her heart is over pouring.
there is a distance
far less resistance
the feel of persistence
in knowing.
his eyes charmingly shining
frosted,
as they glisten.
words unspoken
failure to listen.
there is no control
to where she stands,
all density will sink deep in the sand.
control will no longer make a man.
let go and be free
the heart leads with glee,
the mind unraveling endlessly,
trails of star dust leading away from...
dreams seeping,
overflowing
her heart is over pouring.
there is a distance
far less resistance
the feel of persistence
in knowing.
his eyes charmingly shining
frosted,
as they glisten.
words unspoken
failure to listen.
there is no control
to where she stands,
all density will sink deep in the sand.
control will no longer make a man.
let go and be free
the heart leads with glee,
the mind unraveling endlessly,
trails of star dust leading away from...
#love
#universe
#spiritual
#mirror
#magic
83 reads
3 Comments
lovestonedfaery
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 3:17pm
31st Jan 2023 3:17pm
lively death
out of place
without words.
to breathe deep,
can feel like death
the cold, slowly rising
the sensation of chills upon thy neck.
seeded
engraved in a tarnished inferno
only to awaken through the phases of the moon
once were dirty nails,
now delivering traces of shimmered hues of maroon.
leaving behind water stained fabrics,
uneaten pleasures,
scattered notes of clouded thoughts
soon would be buried as unwanted treasures,
hiding the secrets of all the ways one can survive, ...
without words.
to breathe deep,
can feel like death
the cold, slowly rising
the sensation of chills upon thy neck.
seeded
engraved in a tarnished inferno
only to awaken through the phases of the moon
once were dirty nails,
now delivering traces of shimmered hues of maroon.
leaving behind water stained fabrics,
uneaten pleasures,
scattered notes of clouded thoughts
soon would be buried as unwanted treasures,
hiding the secrets of all the ways one can survive, ...
#love
#vampires
#pagan
#magic
#witches
64 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 4:15am
28th Jan 2023 4:15am
timer
Jim, Jim I see something you missed
cross those eyes and dot those t's
a vow and a contract I fulfilled my deed
evict us out off the verses I dare you
you're dealing with the ancients
defy logic and pick up that tablet
I see you now eye to eye
feeling froggy big man
take the first swing
like to pick on little girls?
thinking no one got the light on you
by what right by which vision, stuck?
feel like bragging?
no? well thank you, I think I will
this is me broadcasting for time
watch as...
cross those eyes and dot those t's
a vow and a contract I fulfilled my deed
evict us out off the verses I dare you
you're dealing with the ancients
defy logic and pick up that tablet
I see you now eye to eye
feeling froggy big man
take the first swing
like to pick on little girls?
thinking no one got the light on you
by what right by which vision, stuck?
feel like bragging?
no? well thank you, I think I will
this is me broadcasting for time
watch as...
#storm
#magic
69 reads
5 Comments
Rianne
Poem Published
27th Jan 2023 7:29pm
27th Jan 2023 7:29pm
wind night wind
the shortest distance
beheld by our eyes
from rear view mirror
towards truth
how water has each shape
and perhaps is the only thing
closer than vaporizing sound
etched baritone
I bemoan
vestibules
vernissages
signify
genetic
genocides
burning confessing carcass
to expose
from
vernissages
vestibules
I become
dervish
truth
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
beheld by our eyes
from rear view mirror
towards truth
how water has each shape
and perhaps is the only thing
closer than vaporizing sound
etched baritone
I bemoan
vestibules
vernissages
signify
genetic
genocides
burning confessing carcass
to expose
from
vernissages
vestibules
I become
dervish
truth
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
#night
#fate
#magic
#philosophical
#symbolism
49 reads
2 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 11:53pm
20th Jan 2023 11:53pm
The Great Drowning of Men
What is the third degree in the hierarchy of things
Sounds from the sidelines taunt the parade of the vanquished
Like watercolor seascapes in a hostile world
Awash
You become slow cinema
The art of life within the savage struggle
The ordinary to erotica transformed
Dreamcatcher
I am not those men
Everything you could want
Love is oft times a ruin of roses
And I'm a sailor on a sea of dreams
Do you prefer mysteries
Or do you know the secrets
The truth
Imagination is more real
Its hidden in plain sight ...
Sounds from the sidelines taunt the parade of the vanquished
Like watercolor seascapes in a hostile world
Awash
You become slow cinema
The art of life within the savage struggle
The ordinary to erotica transformed
Dreamcatcher
I am not those men
Everything you could want
Love is oft times a ruin of roses
And I'm a sailor on a sea of dreams
Do you prefer mysteries
Or do you know the secrets
The truth
Imagination is more real
Its hidden in plain sight ...
#love
#SelfReflection
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
73 reads
2 Comments
LaBrujaOscura_75
Poem Published
10th Jan 2023 9:37pm
10th Jan 2023 9:37pm
An Ancient Sin
The island where I learned my craft
And honed the dark arts to perfection,
Remains in the waters of my black soul.
Where fire and frost meet in the night,
On that island, like those sent adrift
Sailing on ships that have no direction,
Until the spirits of the wind, in control...
Send them to the island with a fright!
Did I bring them hither, in those days,
Was it my mind working cruel spells?
It was only the spirits, my father said.
Old spirits from before time's dawning,
Waiting in the dark without sun's rays
For the hour...
And honed the dark arts to perfection,
Remains in the waters of my black soul.
Where fire and frost meet in the night,
On that island, like those sent adrift
Sailing on ships that have no direction,
Until the spirits of the wind, in control...
Send them to the island with a fright!
Did I bring them hither, in those days,
Was it my mind working cruel spells?
It was only the spirits, my father said.
Old spirits from before time's dawning,
Waiting in the dark without sun's rays
For the hour...
#dark
#family
#evil
#magic
#tradition
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0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 11:36pm
8th Jan 2023 11:36pm
The haunting bittersweetness of coconut cream pie
It's been a long while
Years are mere moments
some days shine bright
of your warm memory
it's only in dark shadows
where the sting still stings
Finding my own smile
in tattered old photos
or sounds of our similar nature
tears can't help but brim
quivering
at our alikeness
unmistakably similar
so uncanny
I can't help but chuckle
yeah, that too... is familiar
Laughing through tears
grief finds it's own way
through, over
and around
Every single one
of...
Years are mere moments
some days shine bright
of your warm memory
it's only in dark shadows
where the sting still stings
Finding my own smile
in tattered old photos
or sounds of our similar nature
tears can't help but brim
quivering
at our alikeness
unmistakably similar
so uncanny
I can't help but chuckle
yeah, that too... is familiar
Laughing through tears
grief finds it's own way
through, over
and around
Every single one
of...
#love
#father
#birthday
#magic
#healing
320 reads
57 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
7th Jan 2023 4:23am
7th Jan 2023 4:23am
darklings
I'm at the height of my blooming
a blood orchid who was from the beginning
I carried you and gave you suckle
it is in me to be cruel
still I am born of mercy in the mortal realm
still desired at court
a Queen don't forget me
darkness revolve and involve yourself
my little darklings of the host
I love you true
rise knowing I ride the winds with you
I have your backdoor covered
coded is the wind...listen
run, quick see
an underworld over the oververse welcomes you
a blood orchid who was from the beginning
I carried you and gave you suckle
it is in me to be cruel
still I am born of mercy in the mortal realm
still desired at court
a Queen don't forget me
darkness revolve and involve yourself
my little darklings of the host
I love you true
rise knowing I ride the winds with you
I have your backdoor covered
coded is the wind...listen
run, quick see
an underworld over the oververse welcomes you
#happiness
#love
#shadows #magic
#shadows #magic
72 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_Aeon
Cipher_O
Cipher_O
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 9:20pm
6th Jan 2023 9:20pm
Way Deep
I have been making videos lately,
getting used to
being
in front of the camera. I do not...
I don't know what I think about myself, exactly...
I think I must
be
a brand ambassador, so that is why I have been
going
on
camera,
but: It is fun.
Therapeutic even.
Makes me not want to shut up... Haha.
Hell...
I might post something right now...
For your entertainment...
I am thinking of...
Going way deep...
getting used to
being
in front of the camera. I do not...
I don't know what I think about myself, exactly...
I think I must
be
a brand ambassador, so that is why I have been
going
on
camera,
but: It is fun.
Therapeutic even.
Makes me not want to shut up... Haha.
Hell...
I might post something right now...
For your entertainment...
I am thinking of...
Going way deep...
#magic
86 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_Aeon
Cipher_O
Cipher_O
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 9:08pm
6th Jan 2023 9:08pm
The People Under The Bridge
I found a micro homeless community today.
Today could mean any variety of things.
From...
Actually today.
To.
Maybe last year sometime.
I meditate, an it is a practice that take you far, you might say.
There were tents,
the consistency
of a the tarp, I ignited
with fireworks,
as a youth, not quite... Wisping in the wind, but...
They might could
make it through the winter, I told someone.
There was a slew of bikes.
Like a back river Schwinn dealership.... ...
Today could mean any variety of things.
From...
Actually today.
To.
Maybe last year sometime.
I meditate, an it is a practice that take you far, you might say.
There were tents,
the consistency
of a the tarp, I ignited
with fireworks,
as a youth, not quite... Wisping in the wind, but...
They might could
make it through the winter, I told someone.
There was a slew of bikes.
Like a back river Schwinn dealership.... ...
#magic
73 reads
1 Comment
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