TheGumDealer
TheGumDealer
5 days ago

Dark days and pitiful lies
silver moon, wolf cries
Deadly forest, lift the curse
wind howls, time reverse
Trees and Logs
icy air, blinding fog.

GD
#life   #nature   #wolf   #curse   #danger  
Jim Baker
Jim Baker
Jan 12

Love potions before their time
Twelve gold teeth soaked in lime
Eye of newt, and toe of frog
Devils dance at every chime

Candle wax on cheap moquette
Thirteen chicken feet for regret
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog
Ink on skin to make me forget

Ill mind, brimstone and hate
Eleven broken hearts on slate
Adder's fork, blind-worm's sting
Cursed by this cruel, cruel fate

Love like ghosts, forked tongue tie
Thirty hexes to say my goodbye
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing
Don't leave, I'll never know why

Sometimes I think it would be better to forget you, forget what love feels like. But I can never do that. You've stolen a piece of me I can never get back.. and I wouldn't want anyone else to have it. I love you so fucking much, and I don't want to ever say goodbye to you.
Also.. this is probably a spell, so would not recommend reading it 3 times out loud in a mirror, and the numbers add up to 66 because I want to see you naked again.
#love   #poem   #poetry   #life   #lost   #iloveyou   #forget   #remember   #curse  

My words, I idolize and condemn.
I could cherish or scrap on a whim.
Briefly I think, who penned this ink?
Surely wasn't me I'm incapable of thee.

Ceaselessly reading my own creations
trying to interpret my poetic libations.
I do it for therapy, I do it for vanity.
I'm also left pondering my own sanity.

#love   #hate   #curse   #blessing  
Mark Ipil
Mark Ipil
Dec 27, 2016

I have story to be told,
I have passion to be bold,
The power may be old,
But the truth must unfold.

I don’t want you to tell,
The story of how I fell,
It’s my reality to sell,
No need for you to yell.

No matter what you say,
I’m always here to stay,
Let everything be gray,
Let me be the one to pay.

In the end of this long sail,
The curse must be sealed,
No one is allowed to feel,
The great power I conceal.

P.S. This is my curse.
#passion   #story   #power   #bold   #old   #curse  
WorldWalker
WorldWalker
Dec 24, 2016

Luck is a fickle thing

Dispelling luck is seen as a gift
Pulling in all the negativity and destruction
Turning it into wonder and hope

The catch
To compensate for the luck
The life must be bad
Tragedy after tragedy
Spinning in a circle so that others can be happy

You forget your life should be more
You forget your life shouldn’t be a tragedy
That's the curse
Their lives are great at the cost of your own

Luck is a fickle thing

#life   #curse   #unlucky   #tragedy   #luck   #circle  
Alienpoet
Alienpoet
Dec 23, 2016

In the dragons cave filled with treasure.  
with a warning you did not heed
eyes of blue become green eyes with slits
as the curse of the dragon hits.  
Your heartbeat racing faster than ever before
sweat drips from every pore
skin becoming scaly and green.
Blackened claws burst through fingernails
legs and arms flail about
sickening crunches as bones grow and reform
the storm the rage of fiery dragons breath
forms in your lungs
burning all things in your path
as you exhale with a roar
horns pierce through skin and scales
break through your forehead
It hurts even more
as your jaw breaks and moves forward
into a reptile form
teeth lengthen and grow sharp
muscles expand and strengthen
tendons stretch and lengthen
nostrils flare
caught within the glare
of the mirror the witch put there
in the dragons cave
you won't be a slave
anymore as you seek vengeance
from her and the other humans
forevermore.

Atul Kaushal
Atul Kaushal
Dec 19, 2016

Come, my love, let's sleep.
Not just for few hours,
Not for many hours,
Not even for some weeks,
And not even for merest months.
Let's sleep altogether for years,
Let's sleep for many centuries.

Come, my love, let's hibernate.
Not forgetting immortality,
Not practising immorality,
Not overlooking modesty,
And just sleep together holding tight.
Like we do when cold descends,
Let's go to our sleep mode.

Come, my love, let's snooze.
Not just for few more seconds,
Not just for some more minutes,
Not just for bit more hours,
And kindle the dream in the long night.
Like we did when curse worked,
Let's go to our carefree world.

HP Poem #1332
©Atul Kaushal
#love   #sleep   #vampire   #curse   #come   #lets   #carefree   #dracula  
Maria Etre
Maria Etre
Dec 13, 2016

A writer's
worst curse
comes in the
form
of apathy
and that my darlings
is the worst kind
of death

#death   #writers   #block   #curse   #dull   #muses  
Bethany G Blicq
Dec 5, 2016

Take the time
to get in touch
with your emotions.

They can either be
a blessing
and a curse

or they can be
a curse.

I would never give up my mania
and my depression
in favour of a baseline life.

A cold,
apathetic
and empty existence
I imagine that to be.

My emotions bring my words
to life.

My emotions bring my heart
to great heights,
and to the deepest pits of despair.

Without both of these journeys
I would never have experienced
the love
that overflows my heart
each moment.

I would never have experienced
the bliss
which has proven to me
that Heaven exists here on Earth.

I would never have experienced
the inspiration
from all the joy,
and all the suffering,
and all the heartache.

I would never have experienced
these connections
beyond words and concepts,
a conversation between hearts and souls.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Charlotte
Charlotte
Nov 5, 2016

But my knuckle bones run cold,
When your eulogy is told,
Darling haunt me,

Find me in the arms,
Of your silver charm,
Sweetheart curse me,

With your foreign love,
The raven and her dove,
The fever of the damned,

Stone the valentine,
In my soft decline,
From a Judas Romance,

Paint me in your eyes,
In the blue I'll never die,
My assassin lover,

Portrait of pure art,
Mosaic antique heart,
Powerless once more,

Curse of the Sublime,
ignorant to time,
paradise mortality.

#love   #life   #religion   #time   #art   #change   #obsession   #curse   #paradise  
 
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