Tag: dark poetry

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Chilling Salt

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cross the center exposing nerve steel against darkness, bite for feeling numb shifting eyes forage naked souls in green ice invigorate the empty shell, burn burn burn the banners bodies step on the wind at city gates, painted runic vibrations saving our souls as carve into monolith speak quickly virulent emotional warp, a stand for nothing in common decency decays awash in decadence, dementia dance with the pipers and learn well the song obey the masters, everyone has directions for use Noose around neck tie silly notions aspire gain the world and lose some principles an easy trade, killing machines … Continue reading Chilling Salt

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Bride

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Constantly stoned But I’m copper tone Stalk into Sioux Falls my Sue fell down for nothing she gets drawn into the pavement my lovely chalk outline bride Her touch is cold But oh, that smile Enterprising reprisals Eschew the formalities Smokey dawn horizon And the starry night behind We’ve been running For a good long while Capsize cornerstones Even in the basement Erasure, closure, suture Spite I find that time will Kill us all slowly Like salt melting in lime We speak of the fallen And the keys to all of the doors She never says much But, sure, I … Continue reading Bride

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Leap Year

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There was a song in the evening that whispered to the falcon Alas, I think I will not join in the song for I fear to sing off-key Wondering if we will ever see the sun and if a smile can be summoned  the messages are done Disconcerted by the news, she took to the field running for the love of those she fears The small crowd demands an encore the falcon flies ever closer may he choose not prey near my life today Excuses for a new year anew seem hollow after winter depart through black gates I would … Continue reading Leap Year

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Longing…a little

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A little longing goes a long way I can still remember the feel of the air you carry when you are angry It sometimes amuses me, somewhat, a little…. A little here, and a little there the retributions feeling recourse inactive actions by our joint decisions despairing, incongruous…. a little. Fear before I am forced to ask for it dance, sing, making merry little people, so little just a little I need a little to feel little leaving may hurt? ….a little do I bleed? A little…. I will not miss you much, you know just, maybe, perhaps, perchance a … Continue reading Longing…a little

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Come Back Later

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i have nothing to give today nothing worthwhile to say lights are on, but noone is home my mind said he left to roam i have nothing to give today no thoughts, no words, just blank sums calculating zero in every way i have nothing to say today no ships out in the bay whilst i try so… “just, I don’t know”… i have nothing to give today nothing to see here, please be on your way no pictures, no calls i’ll be here if i may just me and the walls with nothing to say     Continue reading Come Back Later

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In shadows I walk

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I am the shadow of death I walk with you slow I run with you steadily I love you more than you could ever no I follow I see everything you will be I admire your frailty I swallow the air around you jasper and holly and elm mark me as I hold you I am shadow I am your greatest love I am your last defeat there is no mistake when my embrace you meet do not seek me my dearest I will come for you when our time is due and always I will follow know that to … Continue reading In shadows I walk

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Drawings

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complacency confounded meticulously fragile ambassador speaking incant rave over innocence theme of restitution kill and kill again scheme of empires distraught leader of the people enact for the common good can this be, is this true? once upon a time I knew you battered wife crying shame living in liquid sorrow fervently praying for one more tomorrow screaming trees whisper radiant sketched to sweet perfection monster of mind dwelling in the finale of fanatics a change of heart different seasons stigmata degenerate Cyclopean cities rantings lurid and divine screaming unholy matrimony blood flows, fully intertwine Cthulu searches, restless reaching out … Continue reading Drawings

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Threshold

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It extends on either side 5 miles long pushing away for a time in the blink of an eye Score and Analyze the process behind our minds on the price of the cream left behind when we were drowning Around a sound in the sun deep origin break through fun concave iconoclasts monitor our lines to please themselves “Let me tell you about my experience” Sitting in the throws of a crossfade download tiny angry birds in little boxes fit just right Say, man where is my meal ticket? Was chewing nails at the bus stop and tripped on a … Continue reading Threshold

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A rival

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Burden of truth marries you to the burden of proof the silence announces the arrival trembling cinder tones annotate the dissension emanating from indiscernible distance friends of Rome seeking the coin for Charon abate your chatter child cease your prattle child you are in the forge we are drawing out the sword Anneal Grind Harden Temper Assemble Completion burden of proof binds you to the burden of truth now go and reap Vengeance the clash of steel bent to will shaped to slay announce, a rival survival, and a hard wind will carry you child the struggle will deliver you … Continue reading A rival

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Manuscript

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Serial killer calm a mark few bear misanthrope guide to hell more and more, the deeper dive sea-green vase holds nothing Hate is a kind of peace Peace is a kind of bait need to relieve the mind a back strained by burden borrowed middle age snatches of conversation uninterpret the secret horror commonplace factor PhoBia is god War is a chess-game for kerosene shadows and shopping malls earthen throat will swallow the bodies not to be forgotten they will park blackstone on your head Should not remember the past courage in desert pains invisible walls under holy sun light … Continue reading Manuscript