“Your legends sing you're to grief.”
“Your legends say you're very sensitive to Can you smell the perfume I doused my skin in this morning?"
“Yes."
“What calls it you?"
“#Grief and something a bit darker.."
“That would be..death."


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The of revenge
So Frosty

A dish best served cold
As a once said

Years of molestation
While young

Years of blackmail
Now I'm older

You won't let go
So, I'll be the
End of this..
Of YOU

🎨m_melgarati

4 23

As smokey eleventh hour
into midnight charm
The of romance perfumed
this of sky, sea and land into which moon rose triumphant.
Stars danced obeyance in regular formation.
God applauded.



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The of Earths perfume
in a newly plowed field
Is the slide of a lovers silk
kimono over the soft ground
Precarious exuberance

Heightened sight objectives deafen
A whisk of fingers pressed onto
the troubled fear from wanton wait
tears served into a lustful fate

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He wanted to give her a of magic: the way it felt to soar with the birds; the bloom of fire in her bare hands; the scent of starlight and the crescent moon.

She learned eagerly, studied hard. Before long, she would become the master and he the pupil.

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She polished them, lovingly
holding them close
to her lonely heart
before setting them to the sea

Men, they come
as sure as the sun rises
she knows not where
they come from

She, at rainbow’s end
Her “gold” they wish to
Instead to death, with haste

🎨adita777

22 100

They give you just a

Of love. Joy. Terror.

They feed on what's Fears residing within.

The Lords of Dream and are waiting.

And they want to hear you scream.

5 33

I can hear the demons
They battle each other in my dream
All wanting a of my soul
"Winner takes all," they say
I wake, and like every morning
I slay them with caffeine

8 63

He nectarous intentions on her breast, breath her in soft pillows of smoked leather. She dipped her toes in the moon soaked grass, slinking into blurred contentment. Wine spilled over feverish bodies & into caterwauling mouths.

8 57

I sing to my love
beneath a hazy moon
Her beauty veiled by
an unseen emptiness
As we dance the night away

I to my love
words that make her blossom
like mountainside wildflowers
Why she loves me
I will never know

But to my blackened
dreams, I will go

🎨gordim

9 95

We to get away from something,
or we write to reach out to something?

We write for us or
for the others?

For what's inside us?
Or about what's out there?

We write to stand out from the crowd?
Or to be one with it?

We write because
we can't help not to write

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Overindulgence in memories
Cast away shadows
I sing into the wind
As I of all we had
Plans inconveniently broken
Life we could have had stolen
You left while I was out
Maybe if I asked you'd rethink
Laughing at the ghastly surprise
Sends me a little crazy inside

10 48

What you doing?
Minding my business
Feeling happy?
I guess
Shall I tell you my worries?
Not right now
I want to something with you
Really, I’m fine.
But now you’re thinking about it.
Great. Thanks.
All in a days work. Yours sincerely, Anxiety

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her cogitations
corotating
continuously
she
strains
to rest
or to
manifest
her musings
these
oscillating
galaxies of
her psyche
incessantly
pulling
whorling
she
closes her eyes
and
tries
to maintain
equanimity
but every thought
is a tempest
caught
and eternally
brewing

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Lying on a beach
midsummer
night's dream
William is making
words castles
I with
Friedrich
while Henrik
and Sappho are
looking for shells
T.S do like
Rimbaud?
Edgar asks
And Dante sais
Doesn't matter
We all love one thing
Poetry


23 135

Appetent closeness
Drinking in lemongrass scent
Lining windswept hair

21 75

They drink in the dark knowledge. It fills up the thirsty and hungry spaces in their minds, yet they want more. Eldritch whispers warn, “Don’t fall asleep, lest the night shift of desperation let in the light.”





13 31

drunk on her beauty
Her spell entwines my mind
Her seduction is nectar
To her is divine
Her lust never quenched
a fountain of passion
Eternal is her love
An undying fashion
So I sit desperate
For just another drip
Begging for her cup again
I’ll savour every sip

0 23

Like Alice
in my own tears
i swim
I
and drink
take long sips
but they
never lessen
Don't have
strength
to fight anymore
I let myself sink
Maybe i'll find
peace
under mass
of desperation
I'll let myself
get crashed
and make
a new me
out of my
fragments

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