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Raydachef May 25
"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
Dom May 24
Spit out of the womb like a sacrament
Hell opens wounds to tear at the torment
Torrid lies on the lines that bind rhythmic climbs
To find the high of heaven’s gate
Weld shut, there is no hope.
Working on some music
Kyla May 22
lying on a road of cars,
empty beneath the sky of stars
I ask the God who made them,
He who said do not fear
Who am I?
Where go I?
Why am I here?

My God, oh my God
I feel so endlessly lost
My God, oh my God
Neither leave me nor forsake me
Whatever my cost
Dom May 22
Dance with me,
One last time as the daylight dims
The smoldering heaps
Substitute for candle-lit walkways
A final ritual in romance as we revolve
‘Round we twirl to the music of crackling embers.

The sun above is being choked by the smoke of the dead
The earth itself is blacker than endless nightfall
Nothing grows, as even the dead oaks rot
Their desperate limbs outstretched, begging for salvation,
But the orange glow catches your creamy face,
You haunt me, in a world where beauty is dead.

In a sea of flame,
Surrounded by the nameless remains
We waltz and twist,
Contort into one,
Asking the skyward palisades
“What have we done?”

Obsidian rain reigns down
Cutting your perfect porcelain
As the red flows like waterfall fountains
We find ourselves on the verge of the abyss
A single tear mixing with your wine,
Could not stop how sweet you are,
We found an epilogue,
Befitting our dreams,

Dance with me,
One last time,
‘Round we twirl to the sound of shards
Even now, bared to the world,
Reach out your hand,
And now it’s yours.
My heart.

My god,
What have we done?
A final dance in the apocalypse, metaphorically representing finding hope and love in an impossible situation. Even if the rain is literally glass, you can find hope still. Feedback is always welcome.
1DNA May 22
Darkness grants meaning to light;
light carves its path through darkness.
Midnight thought~
Ellie Hoovs May 22
I crack it open softly
letting a single sliver of soft golden light
pour in, a solitary ray of sunshine breaking
through the clouds.
I hear the whisper of her steady breathing,
rhythmic waves ebbing and flowing,
on the slow inhale of the sea.
Her old penny copper hair twinkles in the light,
strands borrowed from a seraph's braid.
I envy her easy slumber,
the way her lips part with the stillness
of full relaxation.
I tiptoe across the carpet,
a sentinel seeking to capture the moment
in a bottle, or in my marrow.
I sit beside her and marvel at the miracle of her,
how she was forged from my very blood,
from my very bones,
smirking; she has my spirit too.
The world will not be ready,
not for her fierce blue eyes,
nor the blade I'll teach her to wield with her tongue
and a spine that won't need fire to be steeled.
I kiss the top of her resting head;
she does not stir.
I retreat in tiptoe,
close it delicately behind me,
and I pray.
I pray she never forgets the joy
of floating bubbles.
I pray she always uses the word NO
as powerfully as the age of 3 declares it.
I pray she will continue to run to me,
for hugs,
for comfort from every dark,
for love that will cover over every hurt,
and tend to every need.
And I pray she could always know this peace
and the guard of a door
opened and closed
by a heart, humbled and grateful.
Cheyenne Apr 25
Vultures are the holiest creatures,
Tending with honor to the dead.
Bowed low to kiss the corpse,
With death covered wings and bare head.

They whisper to the frigid flesh,
Of words we could never hear, nor see.

“Your old name is not your own.
This dying earth; Not your king.
So forget the seeds that you have sown,
For I rename you “everything.”
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