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Damocles Apr 27
Tell me how to end the story
When the plot runs heavy
And I’ve lost all the glory.

All of my years
Spent trying to fit in
I feel alone on this stage
Alien to my own skin.

No one told me,
If I shouted out loud,
That all of my worries would
Catch me from the crowds

An nobody told me,
Sifting through clouds,
That in chasing heaven
I resembled a clown.

So if you hate me now,
Go on and give me your worst advice
I’ll take your daggers,
If only I can end this life.
Seems like no one engages with me any more, and all I do is encourage and try to write my feelings. Maybe my pain doesn’t resonate with others and that’s okay
maybe I should retire my pen.
  Apr 27 Damocles
Traveler
In the darkest depth of night
No moon, no star, no sight
I find no fear , no foe
In the presents of my soul!

In knowing beyond belief
No longer is life a thief
Imagine the relief..
In a world of so much grief!
Traveler
Damocles Apr 27
Well, you arrived at this place,
The light of day erased
With the neon’s red glow reflecting off your face.

She craves leather lined with fleece,
Her hands raised high,
Begging for release,

She craves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling,
Honey pools flowing to the sheets,
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines.

She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin,
The flogger’s tendrils trace
The very curvature of her frame,
One slap against her breast,
A gasp as it reddens with a twinge,
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,

Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds,
Riling up until the breath breathes loud,
She moans through her longing sounds,
And then the crash comes, to burn it down.

How she longs to feel
Something more, something real,
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him,
Needs me more than she can bear,
Tells me where, and tells me when,
But this is just a game,

Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse,
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath,
As heat flushes over like a sunbath,
And the sweat beads cool,
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls,
In her a waterfall,
Pulsating through it all


She loves leather and fleece,
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.
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Damocles Apr 27
Blue-black, clogged, and clotted,
a doll lay on the floor,
cracked and broken.
Not a syringe to spare could save her despair, and they kept powdering her nose,
but only the mirror knew —
where she truly went when looking inward. Bleeding out, razorblades and poison kisses made her the essential cadaver mistress.
Based from a woman I knew in college who wound up addicted to drugs and being pimped out until she eventually overdosed one day. Still think about her
wish the rehab and support worked.
Damocles Apr 27
The sun shines brightly,
But I can’t feel its warmth.
This house feels dark and empty,
Especially when I look back at the night we spent together.
You held my soul, and I begged you not to ever let go.
If I had known what I know now,
You wouldn’t be haunting me.

Those days are gone when we held hands
And laughed together as the world spun around us.
I can still smell the floor wax and sweat,
'And I can feel the blisters on my pads from the nights we spent skating,
Like we were skating away from the truth.
This relationship was never meant to last

We loved like a fever,
But we weren’t strong enough to withstand the storm.
As the waters broke through and swallowed you,
I knew I would never love again.

I’m tired of this game, tired of chasing that high.
It feels like I’ve loved nothing at all.
Sapphires in the sky can’t compare to your eyes,
And even though she feels like home, you were the only one I would live in.

I wish I could be under your pressure,
So you could shine like a diamond.
I know we were both young and in the rough,  
But when you left my world, I lost the light of my life.
The colors of the world faded,
And the dreams I had vanished,
All because of the promises you made and the debts you kept.
I hope one day you’ll remember the times we had together.

The sun shines brightly, but I can’t feel its warmth.
Colors bleed into black,
And time seems to have frozen in place,
Even though I cry through the ice
.You’ll never be mine.
Oh, why can’t we rewind?

Back in those days, when we went on festival rides
And attended high school *****.
We kissed under the starlight and pinned ourselves against walls,
thinking we knew it all.
And this song would never end, because we would keep on singing.

If I knew what I know now,
I would have stopped chasing after that love.
Sapphires in the sky can’t compare to your eyes.
I know it's not super polished, or fancy.. it was hard to even write this. It's inspired by a journal entry from my first major breakup as a teen, with what was at the time, the love of my life. The things/feelings I experienced for years after the breakup were....traumatic
  Apr 27 Damocles
Robin Edwards
I am not alone
Counting syllables at dawn
While the bed is warm
What does all this mean to me?
Others dream of Haiku too
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