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Murderous Trials

Original Poem Interstellar travels on rewind The dimensions of the mind Sins as heaven's entrance to the kind I'm numb, from the cold of the blind Intersections

Untitled Poem

Waking to God’s blue light Shining through the early morning Wandering about, ready for the fight, Winding up and down, still storming. Out the door, another round.

Cartas desde el abismo III: Alas intactas// Letters from the Abyss III: Wings Intact...

Hay noches en las que ni siquiera el deseo de caer encuentra luz suficiente para existir. No te imaginas lo que me hubiera gustado sentirme como el maldito Ícaro…

Silence..

Silence, why so much hesitation? Silence, maybe I was too late. Silence, was something lost in translation? Silence, I love, but maybe she hate. Waiting, what am

Post-Maskem

No more hiding, I'm peeling back the mask. Going to show'em all, who I think I am? A man who thinks, who writes, who feels more. His pain, his sorrow, his hidden

Make Like A Tree and Love

Takes painful emotions to feed my inspiration. Love is the most powerful one. The same could be said for a little infatuation. Sets my imagination from a walk to

Transformation

Something has got to happen. Things have to change. I need a transformation. Please make me strange. I want to be unrecognizable. To the world a fresh start. To

Macabre

I want to feel death's breath on my neck. I want to peer into the exquisite emptiness. Just laying there with a vacant stare. On the ground, not a sound, except

Monkey On My Back

Back to the surface, yeah I'm bubbling up. Did you miss me? Even longed for the day? I'm that scab that never heals, even in a bath full of eels. I'm that electric

Ominous Poetry: Abysmal - Pale horse #hive #writing #creativity #da ...

Ominous Poetry: Abysmal - Pale horse #poetry #hive #writing #creativity #darkpoetry

Owning Dark Thoughts

Pinterest Dusk gets here and the night folds the day into nothingness and before the crickets share their opinions, the devil has already claimed a dormant piece

Of Long Nights

The night seeps through the cracks of my mother's hut and the tin lamp light dances with the cold breeze as my fear peers into the blackened yard to find the monsters

Disturbed #DarkPoetry

Find me back in the dark Inviting smoke into my lungs As unexpected long nights Lay in wait Crazy will be running my mind Helping the voices Echo in the corridors

UnTitLeD #Poetry

She stood before them Naked and looking vulnerable Her face begged them to be kind For their mouths to find A way to speak humanity Back to her emptied version Yet

UnTitLeD #Reflections

The ink has run dry there is nothing in these pens other than this enticing pain calling out your name and with humility, you readily avail yourself. You see pain

Life on the Edge... #Reflections

Standing at the edge of my world Wondering what I found Stretches of nothingness Fall before my eyes Like deserts . My mind rewinds itself Back to the forgotten

Sometimes... #DarkPoetry

Sometimes it's quiet on this end Loud silence inhabits The dark streets of this mind Nothing can be heard or sensed Where ink wells bled. Sometimes the inner chaos

Sank in Darkness #Poetry

I am living But still This grieving zombie Whom darkness won't let Attempt to bask In any form of light Just incase I betray the shadows. I am breathing Even though

x20x20x

New year New you? 2020 hindsight going on through End of tradition Broken translation Gonna twist every loose screw Who am I? I am who? I’m whatever the fuck I am

All I want for Christmas

All I want for Christmas is a life anew Break me of these chains of antisocial activity Bring me festivity, love, joy and life with you I just want a ear to hear