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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 8:00am
7th Mar 2025 8:00am
The Ides Of March
It is I. Time caught up with me, folks. Burning the candle at both ends finally claims it spoils. What sleep I do get, is restless sleep. I’m supposed to use a CPAP machine, but I haven’t been sent any new face-masks in months. Go figure.
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
Well we’re in the middle of our health benefits being castrated, so I’m not fucking shocked. “Beware The Ides Of March.” to quote a line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. I slid the one in on you, didn’t I. lol.
I’m not a huge Shakespeare fan, respect him, I do though. I always remembered the line from when we read the play...
#philosophical
#prose
95 reads
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 2:37pm
22nd Dec 2024 2:37pm
Temperance (Twin Sword of Excalibur)
Everyone knows the story of Excalibur, King Arthur's sword, yet they have forgotten to mention that the creation of Excalibur was not a singular event. A second sword was created—its twin sword, Temperance.
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
Just as Excalibur was spelled to stay in the stone, it could not be grasped unless the chosen one, the descendant of royal blood, came and retrieved it.
Temperance was spelled and floated high above in the sky.
It was spelled by the Lady of the Lake, the same lady who put a spell on Excalibur. No one knew why she had done this. One day, the sword...
#prose
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10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 6:29pm
2nd Mar 2025 6:29pm
Today, I Speak Me
When I emerged from the cocoon I had been sheltered in the majority of my life, nobody in my life spoke my language. I was multilingual in suffering but I might as well have been mute. I spun like a whirling dervish trying to get people to understand me. Today, I speak me. For those who don’t comprehend, I don’t translate anymore, so good fucking luck. You had your chance.
#healing
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#prose
#strength
118 reads
17 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
16th Sep 2021 3:56pm
spires of hell series
the deserted one chimes six o'clock
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
in her keening hours...break
the dawn sees her no more
torn asunder and cast into utter chaos
hungry from the cold she withers
her wisdom calculates her odds
the severity of her situation sits on her broken ribs
thrown into the black she screams
not in terror but defiance
the void listens to her screams charmed
a new darkling for the horde
adversaries rise to greet her
the damned love a newling
the host circles around her
surreal figures of doom ...
#dark
#gothic
#prose
680 reads
6 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 2:57pm
8th Dec 2022 2:57pm
YOU ARE BABBLING (SHORT STORY SETTING)
#sex
#erotic
#fiction
#prose
#seductive
283 reads
3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
22nd Dec 2021 5:25pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
Beneath my button britches, my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle, I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of myself. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the meadows....
#ShortStory
#prose
730 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:26am
Yesterday 00:26am
a bit of a nursery rhymist
jack and jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of vodka
jack fell down and broke his crown
and jill was utterly pissed
to fetch a pail of vodka
jack fell down and broke his crown
and jill was utterly pissed
#prose
44 reads
3 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
28th Oct 2019 7:57pm
Brinkton Fartentuaht
#narrative
#ShortStory
#prose
589 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
20th Feb 2021 4:40am
Midwinter Blues
Midwinter Blues
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
My muse is quiet.
Midwinter blues.
Look forward for my wild prose
to thaw.
But I am listening to
my friend Judih’s radio program.
Boozy chanteuse
Optimism blossoms.
Biden president and a rover on Mars.
#winter
#ShortStory
#prose #MyInspiration
#prose #MyInspiration
506 reads
4 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 3:32am
24th Feb 2021 3:32am
The Dead Remembered
She remembered the hiding place
where she met her soulmate
the little hut at the cove
he had promised to wait
until she graduated
but he disappeared
she mourned him
and grieved for years
until she knew he had died
the sea roared angry
that day, his boat capsized
he drowned before saying goodbye
where she met her soulmate
the little hut at the cove
he had promised to wait
until she graduated
but he disappeared
she mourned him
and grieved for years
until she knew he had died
the sea roared angry
that day, his boat capsized
he drowned before saying goodbye
#fiction
#narrative
#prose
478 reads
2 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 4:35am
29th Dec 2024 4:35am
Cavernous Echoes
Cavernous echoes
Inside the chamber
Where dust gathers
Course infinity
Ethereal breath amaze
Comfort succumbs
Filthy hands
Dare to handle
Touch a soul
Death inside
Suffocated prison
Paranoia hinted walls
At the prospect
Closing in
An escape alone
Devoid of purpose
Hidden in truth
Moments recall
Universal secrets
Into the abyss
Graven gaze
Eyes deeply
Fixated hypnosis
Mood transforms
Lust tempts
Deity life transpose
Nothing...
Inside the chamber
Where dust gathers
Course infinity
Ethereal breath amaze
Comfort succumbs
Filthy hands
Dare to handle
Touch a soul
Death inside
Suffocated prison
Paranoia hinted walls
At the prospect
Closing in
An escape alone
Devoid of purpose
Hidden in truth
Moments recall
Universal secrets
Into the abyss
Graven gaze
Eyes deeply
Fixated hypnosis
Mood transforms
Lust tempts
Deity life transpose
Nothing...
#girlfriend
#love
#marriage
#metaphor
#prose
224 reads
6 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 9:52am
24th Nov 2024 9:52am
Trodden Paths Not In Vain
"Paint in silence”
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend ...
#art
#beauty
#FreeVerse
#humankind
#prose
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