Poetry prompt ...it's a long one 😬😅
📸 credit: unknown

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Blindfolds are wasted on the dead
This room like a prison around me
Flounces wasted on funeral gowns
Beautiful, but no one sees me
Ghostly wanderings fill my day
I hear your voice scorn me
How like my life death is
I pass through you, you do not feel me

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Cut the tendril’s shiver
Of your dreaming,
Within the faintest silhouette
There is something else
Behind..
Dichotomy between
The good that wickedness
Is screaming~
As the wax melts edgewise,
Burying the boughs
Of time..

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Here lies I...
Within this ancient tomb
Deep in Carpathian rise
Exsanguination of my life
Painted on the lips
Of my lover
Le petit morte
Echos in his eyes
Like the morning skies
& finally my soul is at peace
For the night...he is mine



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The old ones
The progenitors
We sired every ancient line
In revelry
Among age-old artifacts
We await our time
Immortals
The powerful
We attend our patriarch’s call
It is his blood quickens us
His displeasure our downfall



Art: Pinterest

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I know...
There will be peace there
But the veil seems so impassable
I know...
My soul’s endless wandering must end
Thanatophobia is irrational
I know...
I must let go
I know...I know...I know



Image: Pinterest

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Was not my dark magic destroyed your fairy tale world. The witch’s cottage didn't crumble under my hand. You were blind to the beauty in darkness. You felt only spectral fear. It all became a wasteland when you stopped listening to the stories


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i write a requiem for me
with yellow pollens of flowers
and give it to the birds
to sing it in peaceful chorus

i listen to it after my death
sung by fire of my funeral pyre
written in smoke and ashes
washed away by rain of summer

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you worship the goddess
of celestial lights

and damn my darkness
crossing your hearts

i am the same goddess
demonized for paying the price

through my darkness
her aura shines

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Ouroboros
A kiss
Of a last goodbye
A start
Of a new beginning
Was always
An ending
Back & forth
Ying & yang
A lovers tale
Dark & pure
Right & wrong
True fairytales
Always born
From
Demons & Angels
Scripted set in stone
On a a parchment a paper

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he doesn’t paint a portrait

he paints her haunted soul
in shades of black and white

he renders her mind
in neutral colored chaos

his brush lifts her
to ethereal flight




🎨 ©Januz Miralles

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🐟Commission for @.catcrowcalls ✨

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We sugarcoat the fragile
with undercover lies,
longing for trust
and life's eternal rise,
in sin lived,
in virtue dying,
crimson angels
making voices
in death's way
to paradise,
crying,
but we save ourselves
in the end.

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Late February soul,
why so hollow
and away from home?
No tenderness
but shadows
in a face barely touched
by time's intimacy,
sitting before
an open mic,
life elsewhere
without imagination's
necessities,
there yet dead
in spirit.

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He caressed the frayed,
our Devil's hatter,
darker than Plath's poetry,
deeper than sadness' tatter,
dust on one's skin
and silk on another,
his and hers
hidden in dusk
between damask silk walls
where light won't bother.

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