nightcaling - Hello Poetry

the huntress arrives underneath the inky sky clad in black with dark kohl ******* her eyes slowly making way towards her prey a predatory dance under the crescent moon she smells blood in the air metallic like the stone cold surface of her sword she senses fear emanating from the injured mortal the wounded creature drags itself mournfully on the snow “pathetic” she thinks wryly her boots clank on the ice as she gets closer to her target finally face to face with the beast her past right in front of her for she remembers who this was who she used to be a shadow of herself a forgotten silhouette a fragile spirit one which easily broke a fickle being one which easily caved “you no longer serve a purpose” she raises her sword high into the cold night an evil look on her face which sends shivers down the spine of her victim she brings down the weapon in one swift motion the creature’s eyes go wide it’s body turns limp a maroon stream begins to flow the mission is complete the damage done her destiny fulfilled the huntress mounts onto her black stallion and rides away in the witching hour

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC

Obsidian

the huntress arrives underneath the inky sky clad in black with dark kohl ******* her eyes slowly making way towards her prey a predatory dance under the crescent moon she smells blood in the air metallic like the stone cold surface of her sword she senses fear emanating from the injured mortal the wounded creature drags itself mournfully on the snow “pathetic” she thinks wryly her boots clank on the ice as she gets closer to her target finally face to face with the beast her past right in front of her for she remembers who this was who she used to be a shadow of herself a forgotten silhouette a fragile spirit one which easily broke a fickle being one which easily caved “you no longer serve a purpose” she raises her sword high into the cold night an evil look on her face which sends shivers down the spine of her victim she brings down the weapon in one swift motion the creature’s eyes go wide it’s body turns limp a maroon stream begins to flow the mission is complete the damage done her destiny fulfilled the huntress mounts onto her black stallion and rides away in the witching hour

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head space occupied by stray phantoms which once had a soul now merely abstract beings lost spirits who found shelter in the depths of my mind forged a lonely home deep in the trenches of my memory buried their secrets in the hollow of my chest like an adhesive that can’t be removed and in there they live on their legacy preserved their existence immortal

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Apr 28, 2020

Apr 28, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC

Ghost

head space occupied by stray phantoms which once had a soul now merely abstract beings lost spirits who found shelter in the depths of my mind forged a lonely home deep in the trenches of my memory buried their secrets in the hollow of my chest like an adhesive that can’t be removed and in there they live on their legacy preserved their existence immortal

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merely an outer shell it breaks and binds keeps the insides safe though not always flesh and blood skin and bone a restrictive armour can’t escape it nor can you forever live in it subject to decay till it crumbles into the soil and becomes one with it

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Apr 27, 2020

Apr 27, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC

Body

merely an outer shell it breaks and binds keeps the insides safe though not always flesh and blood skin and bone a restrictive armour can’t escape it nor can you forever live in it subject to decay till it crumbles into the soil and becomes one with it

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fill my cup fill it up with poison let it burn my throat let it corrode the insides of my body let it leave behind a carnage let it destroy everything in me i feel alive in its damage i feel comfort in its pain i feel thirst for its venom i taste nectar in its bitterness i see an antidote in this deadly elixir and there is no stopping until i consume the very last drop

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Apr 26, 2020

Apr 26, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC

Slow Poison

fill my cup fill it up with poison let it burn my throat let it corrode the insides of my body let it leave behind a carnage let it destroy everything in me i feel alive in its damage i feel comfort in its pain i feel thirst for its venom i taste nectar in its bitterness i see an antidote in this deadly elixir and there is no stopping until i consume the very last drop

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remorse isn’t a part of my life anymore, any atrocity that i commit doesn’t shake me to my core anymore, love me or hate me, it’s all the same ••• maybe that’s why im so flawed, maybe that’s why when i cut people off i don’t feel an ounce of regret, perhaps it’s just an empty victory, one tainted with satisfaction and subtle despair, the decorum of a deranged mind, where lack of prudence breeds recklessness, lack of warmth breeds detachment, and lack of conscience breeds mortal sin

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC

Mortal Sins

remorse isn’t a part of my life anymore, any atrocity that i commit doesn’t shake me to my core anymore, love me or hate me, it’s all the same ••• maybe that’s why im so flawed, maybe that’s why when i cut people off i don’t feel an ounce of regret, perhaps it’s just an empty victory, one tainted with satisfaction and subtle despair, the decorum of a deranged mind, where lack of prudence breeds recklessness, lack of warmth breeds detachment, and lack of conscience breeds mortal sin

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killing souls, crushing hearts, breaking hopes, this is all that I’ve come to, this is all that I’ve become, that thing beating in my chest is just an ***** devoid of emotion, vacant of love, traded niceness for callousness, empathy for indifference, feelings for numbness, tenderness for impenitence, it’s toxic i know, and im not proud of who i am but rather be the wolf than the sheep

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC

Empty

killing souls, crushing hearts, breaking hopes, this is all that I’ve come to, this is all that I’ve become, that thing beating in my chest is just an ***** devoid of emotion, vacant of love, traded niceness for callousness, empathy for indifference, feelings for numbness, tenderness for impenitence, it’s toxic i know, and im not proud of who i am but rather be the wolf than the sheep

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these eyes have cried an ocean of tears, this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords, this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken, these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten, this body has fought wars that are yet to be won - but this phoenix will rise from the ashes, unshaken and unbroken, like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning, warming everything it touches, the phoenix will be unrestrained, insuppressible, and effervescent

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Sep 24, 2019

Sep 24, 2019 at 4:14 AM UTC

The Phoenix

these eyes have cried an ocean of tears, this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords, this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken, these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten, this body has fought wars that are yet to be won - but this phoenix will rise from the ashes, unshaken and unbroken, like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning, warming everything it touches, the phoenix will be unrestrained, insuppressible, and effervescent

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i was a ray of sunshine in your life but you chose to board up your windows - was my light too bright for you? did you get burned?

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC

The Fool