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as a house in the country,
by the water's edge,
on a clouded, zero moonlit night,
and the handful of light ****** are
far far distant and inform you that
are essential alone

the almost total absence of vision
reminds me that once,
long long, ago, I
stood by a river's edge
in a great big, well lit,
city of millions,
and the loneliness was
so acute,
the despair so
encompassing,
the overwhelming sense
of loss,
so comprehensive,
all made the dark swift waters
a close distance beneath my body,
the equivalent black pitch
of this
countryside night
both purported to
offer comfort,
neither were

Black
is a knot
,
non~neutral color
1DNA 3d
The night in your eyes,
Guides your sight.
Poetry and science!
Dom 4d
Cut along the lines,
Careful not to deviate
The red, it spills, to fill
A pail to catch, a drip
Pick it up, rush it to,
Quivered lip, now take a sip.

Feel me rush through,
Swim along your anima
Collect into a pulse,
Foreign then, but normal now;

Discard the husk,
I am alive inside your gala
Be my host, a vessel
See my truth, a hustle
As we twirl ‘round the blade
Ballet “Danse macabre”.

A rich red velvet ritual,
Won’t you be my vampire goddess?
Drink of me and watch the night fall
Blanket me in black, ashen white skin
Pale as the moon, shines dim,
And I’m haunting after you.
Vampirism, ritual, death. All metaphors here, can you guess what I’m conveying?
AdahY 4d
Last night I longed for the morning sun.
   I wished for its warmth; I prayed for its light.
Coz the night felt so cold; seemed so dark; stabbed so blunt.
   Indignant, why can't the morning sun brightens my sorrowed night?

At dawn, the morning sun was delivered to me.
   With its glow and radiance, its glory and beauty.
O Morning Sun, the desired one; how I wish I could stare.
   But I was humbled by your glare; shamed by your flare.

So I hid myself in the shadow of a tree.
   Peeking through the branches,
      marvelling at what I can't see.
I closed my eyes, seeking the stillness in me,
   Through my eyes it dances,
      and my heart beholding its beauty.

O Morning Sun; your love - so mighty and abundant.
   You were there through the night, in my tears and my despondent.
O Morning Sun; your love - illuminates and enlightens.
   Through the soft breeze, the sweet chirps, the elegant *****,
      the dewy grass and the earthly fragrance.
I opened my eyes as a flower abscised fell on me,
   Instantly astonished by the sight of the dancing light,
      on the leaves of the tree.
Through the lake, the sky, and millions of miles
   - yet your reflection is all I can see.
How could have I aggrieved through the night
   - when the darkness set alight in me.

Your presence is too bright, so glorious and beautiful.
   Your absence is to be felt, as guidance for the fool.
As I slipped and I fell, coz the darkness felt so cruel,
   Let the cut goes deeper, feel the pain in wakeful.

O Morning sun, ease me of my worry.
   Look up to the proud moon, reflecting your beauty.

My aching heart, my yearning soul,
A deeper cut, and weary role.
Fill me in, let me grow,
Help me out, let me flow. ❤️
A realization that what is for me has been with me all along. However, it is too bright, so I need to grow to be able to see it within me.
I accept that I need to learn, and grow. I acknowledge that all that I had to go through is a process for me to realize what is truly mine, truly me.
A shadow hums beneath my breath.
The sky forgets to tell the time.
She leaves me silence shaped like death.
A myth entombed in lucid rhyme.

My mirrored dreams of broken glass.
Each shard a doorway, and none the same.
I walk where all her echoes pass,
Her voice is stitched with ash and flame.

She hid a key in every frame,
Beyond the chords, in painted hymns.
I found her key and whispered her name,
Her morbid promise kept pulling me in.

Might God reside in a hollow space?
My questions hung from phantom nails.
A spiral wrapped in velvet grace,
My Searches meaning, they always fail.

She told me death can't be the end,
More like, its taught before we're born.
A stairway disguised past secret bends,
The path one takes when the soul is torn.

The body exists to shape the soul,
The form of matter we all outgrow.
She smiled beneath her final woe,
Then dressed the dusk in afterglow.

I felt her vanish just like a spark,
I felt her words ignite the void.
"Not every light gets buried in dark,
Not every pain is meant to destroy."

The walls still breathe in syntax lost,
she wrote in sighs I try to translate.
A gift that came with brutal cost,
To witness the pulse behind the gate.

The clock unwinds its hidden gears,
And time becomes a soft deceit.
I've listened past the weight of years.
A heavy truth walks without feet.

So, if you ever knock and I don't reply,
Don’t call it a curse. Don't cry or grieve.
Not every end means one has died.
Not everyone opens a door to leave.
Reece 5d
Sometimes,
My mind,
Decides,
To scare me.
Feeling,
Indifferent,
All-consuming,
Apathy.
Sometimes it's scary when you just feel indifferent about everything around you.
I carry a hum that was never even mine—
It's nested behind my own teeth just pacin’.
It twitches within the folds of my thoughts.
And slips into rooms that I have no place in.

The face in the faucet, it watches back,
Not accusing, not kind. But still in my sight.
Waiting to see if I'll either blink first,
Or just admit I’ve been sleeping upright.

There’s a dark ritual in my own pretending.
Though the stillness isn’t staged at all.
I’m not rehearsing the way that I'll answer.
These questions, I just hope that they never call.

The lightbulb that hums, sick of carelessness—
And sick of flickering knowing I never mind..
Even my own shadow has memorized,
The way I don’t breathe, act, or move right.

I fold my hands up in the wrong directions.
I acknowledge nonexistent people with words.
There’s comfort inside this cold dissonance,
Like that perfect chord that's too broken to be heard.

Time doesn’t pass me; it floats or reruns.
Moments just drip right back to no form.
I stir up the air just to prove I exist,
Forget why I did it, then stir up some more.

The consequences? I can't say they crush me.
It’s different than that—it’s odd, and so patient.
It’s like taking the breath that never finishes,
But insists trying again, now knowing it's forsaken.

People like to ask me how I look so tired.
I wish I could answer with a diagram,
Of how feeling nothing can cost everything.
Or how much it weighs to not know who I am.

I don’t want forgiveness, and I don't need saving.
I Don't even truly value status or wealth.
But I’d value not having to constantly carry,
This overgrown stagnant absence of myself.
"TAKE A WALK INSIDE MY MIND"

In dreams, my love, you come to stay,
Locked inside, you can't run away.
Don't fear the dark, don’t close your eyes,
Within these depths, a soft truth lies.

Keep going, love, and don’t retreat,
There’s warmth ahead, past cold defeat.
Ignore the man who screams and weeps —
A shattered piece my silence keeps.

He’s part of me, when all went wrong,
But his grip is fierce, his hold is strong.
Stay clear of him, don’t meet his face,
He dwells inside a cursed place.

And if you feel a child is near,
Don’t be alarmed — he brings no fear.
That child is me, small hands so light,
He guards your path, he knows what's right.

I used to wish, in whispered prayer,
That you could walk inside me, there —
You’d see the truth I tried to hide,
The love I hold, so deep inside.

Now follow close — hear my soul's sound,
Let childish fingers guide you down.
He asked to hold your hand — say yes,
His grip is soft, it won't oppress.

Oh wait — don’t look beyond that wall,
Where darkest memories still crawl.
That man… the one who stole your peace,
He suffers now and finds no ease.

I lock him there, where he must stay,
And punish him each godless day.
Please turn away — you should not see
The vengeance I demand from me.

Go on, through doors of quiet grace,
You’ll find us in a gentler place.
A garden room where sun is gold,
Where love is warm and hearts are bold.

Look — there we are, both full of joy,
You, me, our girl, and little boy.
She laughs like you — her eyes the same,
We call her light, we gave her name.

This is the home I run to, dear,
Each time you flee or disappear.
It’s where the shadows dare not creep,
It’s where my demons fall asleep.

I don’t know who I’d be, or how,
Without this dream we’re living now.
Though words may fail, please know it’s true —
This heaven lives because of you.

And when my time on Earth is done,
This is the place where I will run.
No pain, no cries, no hollow moan —
Just you, and me, and light — alone.

--Raydachef
Damocles May 25
Chaos in symmetry,
Lost in a mirrored labyrinth,
Kaleidoscope hallucinations,
****** me within your petals,
Sickly red, mixed with your dark maroon skin.
I am awe struck at your very presence
Unmitigated perfection,
Daring me to slaughter.
Sometimes beauty can be dangerous
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