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lyvantium · 3 days

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Lucine stood wreathed in winter’s scorn… her porcelain gaze steeped in centuries of silvern mists and unhallow'd vows.

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duskyrapunzel · 6 months

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The Death

My heart died,

And my soul got dark.

Shadows got my body,

And my will started to die.

Death is calling me,

They wanna hug me,

And I can’t stop them.

-Eutha

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hi-this-is-permabanned · 5 months

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Both are villains and both are Passionate. But, it's only Him that has a claim.

it baffles me how Arnav and Shyam, both men have only brought misery to Khushi. Her life, even if lead by Devi Maiyya, is influenced by these two toxic men.

Arnav, a tall dark and handsome man. Who's fire can burn an entire city has Khushi in his clutches.

First, she was a rage

Second, she was a challenge

Third, she was his confusion

Fourth, she was his lust

Fifth, she was his passion

Sixth, she was a betrayal.

Shyam, a tall dark and charming man. His haze can create illusions, has Khushi's fate in his hands.

First, she was an affection

Second, she was his lust

Third, she was his possession

Fourth, she was his obsession.

Both of these men get affected by Khushi. They burn for her and get hurt if she is not under their control. When she is vulnerable, it hurts both, when she is free it creates a void in both.

One has created a facade of being vile while other has created a facade of being nice.

Now, that khushi is slapped by the woman who raised her. Both of these men get enraged, "She didn't have to go that far"

Irony of the situation is, when they do it, they forgive themselves.

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lilithreb0rn · 1 year

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You never knew me,

but I knew you.

Every living detail

kept in the

inescapable hostage

of my mind.

Now, the crimson in your

dead cheeks faded from your glow,

your deceased gaze looking at me with familiarity.

Reading the

unwritten novel you

wrote about me,

secrets spilled from the depths of your carcass.

The poetry

carved into your bones,

the stanzas scrawled

down your spine,

a special ballad for your knees,

Forlorn memories

of

you

chiselling the holes inside your skull,

for the slaves of mother nature to enthral the fragrant accords of your unpolluted flesh.

Collapsing into bone,

every cell singing for release,

the salt

of the sea

sodomizing your words.

My omission

endlessly lingering,

dancing

with the strings

that tug at my heart.

I forever bare witness

to the

destruction of

what your Parnassian soul left

me.

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devinetheory-2 · 1 year

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Watching you slip away

So many times

A slow death to my soul

Like a cancer to my mind

The remedy to my pain

If I was only blind

The memory of your face

Takes me …….

Lately

And I miss your warmth

Baby…

So tired of trying…

And maybe

Someday

In some way

someone will save me

from my crazy…

…and I guess

More or less

Im more fucked up

Than I thought…

And I cant find the receipt

To take back

The lies

That ive bought

And theres no safe place

For me to hide

From my thoughts

Hoping desperately to find

Someone with

a heart like mine

that can pick

My locks

Make the lies stop

On the edge

Thinking fuck life

Right before I fly off

At the same time

Trying not to be an outline

In white chaulk

the cradle to the grave

Is like Rooftops to sidewalks

Nobody left alive

You can find

Cut from my cloth

Unrefined thought

Try to sign off

Why not

Anything to shut

the lights off

In my box...

- Devine Theory

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honeyed-sunflowers · 3 months

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“so, what are your poems about?”

my poems are not symbols of serenity

they bite and scream and throw tantrums

not meant to be celebrated by crowds

but digested alone in an old bathtub

my poems are not tales of glory

rather monstrosities you'd wish to bury

six feet under

my poems are not fireworks and roses

and holy hymns sung by brave soldiers

they are the terrors that keep me awake

they are the hunters who steal my slumber

i tend to paint them with silver polish

and string them like pearls for adoration

but the truth is they are the poison i drink

when i have no place to call home

my poems are unstructured and broken

poor street artists begging to get noticed

they yearn for the spotlight yet hide in the shadows

of imageries that weave movie scenes and

metaphors that put the plot into action

if i change the way my poems flowed

they would be mighty rivers, not teardrops

smudged on a tissue paper

my poems are not legacies passed down to generations

nor fun chits exchanged during a boring lecture

if anything, my poems are the rumours of a haunted town

and the secrets that can tear friendships down

they live in my blood, in the places i won't dare to venture

my poems are my escape plan and my golden prison

if you wish for a sacred vow, i can promise you

my poems are not what you're looking for

they only bring promises of agonising days

and a rainy-day funeral

my poems are my fears, my grotesque horrors

they sing like enchanting sirens luring the sailors

into waves of the atlantic, into waves of sorrow

my poems are the resting place of those men

and the grieving shrine of their widows

a heartache that surpasses dimensions

with fangs in my guts, my poems are my mirror

of the gruesome lies i wore to be the better person

swallowed in silence, drugs of dehumanisation

my poems are not saviours

they were born to be murderers

— dandelion.

#poetry #poems #writings #darkpoetry

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abigailmthomasauthor · 7 days

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sapphic--horror · 11 months

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AN: This is my work, all words written by me. I do not allow and remakes of my work.

“TEETH OF THE SEA” BY SAMMI

GIF by hilaryblackrose

Dedication: To fellow sirens

The pull to something bigger than yourself is like the Moon pulling towards the Earth. Shifting like tides. It is an unstoppable force that will either lead to the destruction of yourself or the destruction of those who will come looking for you, after you relinquish your soul to the unknown. They’ll come and look for you but you’ll already be gone, cold and distant. Lost but found.

But more importantly....

…..Hungry.

The lure of the luminous moon is leading me to the whispers of the deep blue,

I can feel the pull deep in my stomach, almost like it’s taunting me.

A gallery of sinister wails echoing in my head at night

Lulling me to sleep as I dream of the feeling of thick rich blood slowly dripping down my face and needle sharp teeth living in my mouth.

The wails fade out as I come to find myself listening to the sounds of waves crashing against the shore

I watch as it inhales and exhales.

My eyes are cloudy, darkening, and still.

I feel peace in the presence of the ocean, almost like it flows through my veins

I crawl on my hands and knees dragging myself towards my creator

Feeling the coolness of it pulling me in as if it wants to devour me whole

And I let it.

As the ocean inhales, it sweeps me up as one, I truly find out what it means to be alive.

The rush of being one with the ocean warming up my body while the ocean’s currents are deadly cold this time of night.

The push and pull of the currents stretch and pull on my limbs

My head becomes light with visions of swirly red and whites circling in my mind as my body becomes heavier, drifting and sinking along with the currents.

My sides gash open pouring out the rest of my human remains and my legs begin to burn becoming heavier and heavier as the burning moves down my legs.

My eyes tear open and I begin to wail uncontrollably underwater -

As if I have seen a monster

But there’s no monster here, just the dark empty vast space of death surrounding me as I slowly sink to meet my maker.

Flashes of my master inhaling and exhaling like I saw on the shore, paints the inside of my mind.

Easing the knot in my throat allowing me to breathe.

Giving me the peace of mind to realize the burning has stopped and the gash in my sides are also breathing.

I close my eyes to fully take in my new and true form

The gods above shine their smiles down to me. My eyes slowly open and are able to see under the dark - gloomy sea, they begin to lose their natural color.

Turning red and hanging low -

This is not the last of my transformation.

My hair braided with seaweed, my hands coarse with daggers for nails

My ears sharp and pointed upwards to hear the cries of my neighbors

My spine is strong and webbed.

My lips cracked and thin, and behind them are needle sharp teeth

Ready for the hunt.

The sinister wailing is back

I call out to them, my sisters who i’ve never met before.

I feel their daunting presence.

Our hunger is connected and understood -

My tongue gently rakes over my razor teeth in anticipation

For what's to come.

The hunt is something I have not realized I’ve longed for

My throat swells

And a sinister smile appears on my face.

My teeth, raising in my mouth

Ready to pierce and eat.

My sisters and I lock eyes and know what to do

I float to the top of the ocean

Proving that I am not dead but resurrected

My sisters begin singing their soul crushing song -

Their siren song latching onto them like god himself is guiding you to carry out his work,

Unresistable and leads to certain death.

We call upon the weak

Whose flesh is tender and filling.

Our shimmering tails under the loud gleaming moon hypnotizing the men in those -

What do they call it?

Ships.

We lure them to the shore,

And they follow obediently and hollow eyed

Like soulless ghouls ready to be taken.

Ready for the taking.

And with our teeth so sharp

We rip their flesh free from their meat packed bodies that’s already rotting away with age.

It happens all so fast.

Their skin basically melting into our mouths at the speed we devour them.

Their blood is thick and promising.

The man’s body goes slump

His red residue smeared on my face

I grin in sin.

With my head tilted back and my eyes full with the Moon.

I reach greedily digging for more offerings in the open wound of the sailors neck

Cleaning my plate.

I begin to rise on the feet that I swore off

Dancing on the shore I once laid innocently on

as the sky darkens and the moon turns blood red

Leaking into the ocean

We are servants of the moon.

Shrieking cries coming loose from our mouths

As we dance above our humble sacrifices.

We spin and spin and spin

As if we are the innocent girls we once were -

As if we were dancing to music

But instead we dance in the name of blood.

My vision blurred with darkness as their corpse set fire.

Their souls being freed and given the moon,

The ocean waters meet the shore swallowing the sailors corpse

While my sisters and I hold hands and dance around the flames

Giving praise to the Moon for allowing us to serve it.

I’ve never been so in love.

Our naked bodies now stained with blood as we chant prayers meant for our god -

The one who can turn human blood into fire and willing souls into machines.

I am now the monster I once wasn’t able to see hiding in the fog off the shore unseen -

Waiting.

We are blood sisters that feed on the weak,

We are the souls that will live forever.

We are the Teeth of the Sea.

Thank you Florence Welch

This poem is inspired by the song “Mermaids” by Florence + the machine. But more so the lyrics from the timestamps “2:14 - 2:42”

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theatrum-tenebrarum · 2 years

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Desire's Song (a poem for Desire of the Endless)

My lovely Desire, can you divine me this? Do I go to my demise if I lean in for a kiss?

What happens to my precious pearls, my glory and my fame - is it me or you to blame?

Like vigorous wine is the nature of your game sipping and spilling by the whims of Fate. Forever I am bound to the Fortune's Wheel, as with you, Desire, I have an eternal deal. - Heidi (@theatrum-tenebrarum)

Lovely Mason Alexander Park is Desire in 'The Sandman' TV adaptation, coming to Netflix August 5th

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poetcemetery · 3 months

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I sleep to try

And catch a glimpse

Of you

In my dreams.

-Z

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duskyrapunzel · 1 year

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I love when…

I love when,

Your heart melts,

Kissing my lips.

I love when,

I see your neck bleed

And stain my skin.

I love your blood,

and the taste of your pain.

-Eutha

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willoriasmuse · 6 months

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Apologies

I had to delete all my poetry posts. This is a reset because I'm preparing to do edits on all my current poems and pieces to prepare to not only write completely new content, but prepare a collection for proper publication. In preparation for this I am pulling all of my poetry from anywhere I have posted it in the past to protect my content prior to publication. The hope is to publish within the next year, but I'll keep you all updated as to how things progress!

#poem #poetry #darkpoetry

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eklavya-bhardwaj · 5 months

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But even in the symphony of suffering, a defiant melody plays on, whispering of a future where healing will be my choice and hurting... my fate :)

EkB

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lexmiren · 5 months

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Fog Portals (Lex Miren) on Tumblr

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felixwylde · 7 months

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Father of Grief

A long time ago a friend once saidthat his whole reason for living was to not be dead.

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sofiamarthamaria · 1 year

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I just wanna feel high, don’t you bring me down.

But when I feel low, man I see me grow.

When I go down low where the river flows, when I’m down low that’s when I compose.

Sofia M.M.

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