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I had dined that evening with the playwright, author, Oscar Wilde.  He was married and had a family but he was in a relationship with Lord Alfred Douglas, son of the Marquess of Queensberry. "Need I say more..." They became flirtatious and the innuendo...

Inside the candle, of waxing dripping braillethe moon was dark fading to grayon a winter's cold solsticelike a blind man's cursecensored by the mob because of my thirstwhispering to mum in death's tonguein her bed's...

Behind every potthere is insomniadressed as a dreamthrough night's filterssipping from her lipslast bean of caffeine the loneliness of the darkfeeling the torqueof nightmare's clot     

With the heart of darkness, my vaccine  a soft touch of gossamer wingsof a silent cello stringslike fingers of my midnight hostusing Montessori for love  from my poetry's tureen  with the heart of darkness, my vaccin...

Anonymous 6 months ago

Deathly Love

Sometimes love is death

My heart slumbers in chainsWhich leave out the light-And suck in all the night   Dark and dismal  Let it be  ...c...

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We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell. Oh, how dark a place the mind can truly become. Everyone has a dark side. Most of us don't go to, show, or even acknowledge this unilluminated place but it is there all the same, inside eac...

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MikeStone 2 years ago

The Café

From where she sat ... a wave of quiet rippled outwards languidly in the heavy heat of ... afternoon

From where she sat at a small round table in the center of the otherwise empty café a wave of quiet rippled outwards languidly in the heavy heat of the midsummer afternoon. I didn’t want to disturb the spell by entering the radius of that quiet, sit...


Seriously random poem/song with possible double meanings? Even I'm confused. ..

Drip drop plop Raindrops on the rooftop Drip Drip Drop I just wanna flop Right into bed Cover up my head Close my ears to the things you said Somebody take my fears- Put t...

verbal 3 years ago


Don't you want to know what blood tastes like?

The woman in the mirror spoke to her. This was before she covered all the mirrors in the house. This was back when she was like eleven, maybe twelve, before all the crazy shit happened. Back when they first moved into the house. The woman had bee...

SilverJaye 4 years ago

Part One

Part one of the story

Dead trees over encumbered with snow surrounded the frozen lake. He loomed over her. His black cellular robes covered his face as if he didn't have one.She stared blankly into his gaping hole."Accompany me" he hissed as he extended a claw...