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I know I left the window closed,
but the curtains were slightly parted,
almost imperceptibly,
upon my return.
I stepped in a little closer
wondering if some hidden draft
had quietly passed through,
stirring them in secret.

But the wind was almost too still—
as if it held its breath,
waiting for something dreadful,
just as I had been.
The sunset drenched the world outside
in molten gold and scarlet wisps,
and yet, as I gazed upon
that soft and peaceful fire,
the hairs along my neck
rose even higher.

I stood there longer than I meant,
watching nothing move,
hearing nothing speak,
but straining at the silence
that pressed against my ears.
As I reached to draw the curtain closed,
I waited just a moment
while the darkness grew beyond
this slowly fogging glass.

I waited even longer,
until my face appeared,
like a ghostly mist,
looking back at me.
In the fraying threads of daylight,
I noticed something strange—
like a shadow that didn’t belong.
Although it wore my face
my reflection—
wasn’t quite the same.

I blinked—
but it remained,
just long enough
to smile—
and watch me smile back.
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How thou art fallen, in darkness torn
That hath bound thee in endless mourn
Feelest how the moon drowns in sea
A song of vengeance, tenderly
Thou art in silence wearing souls
A sullen night where lone bells toll
Thy sorrow draped in veils so dark
Yet speaks wisdom as its art
Seek, o seek the path in dream,
As a dawn comes to redeem.
I'm not a native English speaker. Would love some feedback if something feels off/ should be corrected. But also acknowledgement if there are not any mistakes :)
"Through the Cracked Door"

My childhood was empty—
Bleak.

Not at first.
Through the looking glass,
we looked like the Hallmark dream—
smiles painted on,
love rehearsed.
A family photo framed in lies.

But behind the cracked door,
beneath the peeling paint,
through dilapidated windows and stained curtains—
you’d see the truth.

Abuse.
Trauma.
No lullabies. No warm embraces.
Might as well have strung the noose themselves—
wrapped tight 'round my throat.
My heart beat loud in my chest
as I heard my father’s footsteps—
a countdown to pain.
The only peace I knew
was silence.

Do they love me?
They must… right?

Mom—numb on pills,
Dad—gambling away rent money,
Dinner—skipped.
Bruises—not.
Blood. Scars.
Lies wrapped in lullabies that never came.

When do I get saved?

Foster care?
Another joke.
Another hollow house,
cracked foundations.
Smiles made of plastic and practiced phrases.
But when the social worker left—
it was back to beatings.
Back to blood.
Back to scars.

When does it end?

Wire wrapped around my heart,
blood filling my ears,
voices fade—
I’m fading.
I’m lost.

Fast forward.
Hit play.

I’m 16.
Homeless.
Ran away.

Found comfort in poisons—
drugs, *****,
and strangers’ arms.

My blood became my ink.
Pain became my voice.
Cold. Alone.
But finally—
free.
Caught in the moon's dead white gaze
I’ve paid my dues.in kind,
To be sent off in this black parade.

Come now, swing wide those gates
A myriad of colors drained in white bouquets

Should the rain come,
Wash over the lye stone, erode my face
I’ve cried into the pulpit of my maker’s feet
To weigh my sins against my deeds.

Walk into this hallowed empty
Gray billowing fog upends me
Lost wanders scream but it’s deafening
Can’t hear the sound of their pallid fingers scratching.

Madness incurable—
Dead eyes mercurial
Set upon dim light,
But the veil from here to there is impervious
Birth me like a newborn
Walls clamping breaking my new form.

I’m drifting further out to sea,
In an endless ocean walled off in opaque white
No horizons to warn me of the fall,
The long way down,
Where the magma ravines wait to strip my flesh
Naked and razed, undeterred but afraid
Will I ever see you again?

Let the rain fall,
Impervious skin along the casket door
My claustrophobic bed
Final in my rest.
Webster's Word of the Day Challenge
Word: Impervious
Date: 5/15/2025
Meaning: a: not allowing entrance or passage : IMPENETRABLE
b: not capable of being damaged or harmed
2: not capable of being affected or disturbed
Here I am in comatose
Damnedest man I did so boast
Paralyzed from fear I swore
Succumbing to eerie voices galore
Here they whisper, there they shout
Forgotten longings in endless bout
Obsidian spires do so climb
Monoliths rising to the ashen sky
Molten magma in a blazing doom
Had I one wish it would be for you
Blind and petrified I do become
Only to hear a chilling song
Come back to me so she says
Or you will be stuck in choicely dread
She says so true and warningly
But I could detect a wanton glee
Had I a voice I would so cry
Come save me darling my dear divine
I had not the eyes to see
Barren wastelands singing to me
Thuds and croons echo all around
Was it a corpse or am I nightmare bound
Ever so close they are I feel
So I thought to pray but my legs fear to kneel
Abandon all hope they scream and plea
Singing Devils wrath is waiting on me
When I see him I will hold true
And tell the Devil to take her too
Chari 3d
To write
Do i need to share
The Shakespearean blood
To be seen

What is the first thing you see
Once your eyes lay up on me
The light in my heart?
Or the will piercing through my eyes

No
You notice the darkness
That surrounds my skin
Pigment in the darkest pitch

As the space
That surrounds the moon and its stars
Surrounds my toes to my face
An illusion quite bizzare

As the night blends with me
And sunshine reveals to me,
The stereotypes begin to rise
You only judge the sight

You ignore the beauty in the unknown
That I may be made of black gold
I wear chains that do not carry my name
If you take them, am i to blame

I carry no hate
The rainbow in skin reveals fate
I wish you to see
That color does not define me
Blur the lines until they are bokeh
As color bleeds from your eyes,
But don’t ever wonder why…

The world looks so pallid—
When saturation has drained to nil,
And everything bright has chilled.
Into the blue-black mortification of night
Like a stage light setting a scene
Who is gonna chase you, my queen?
If you scream will it be my name—
As you beg for my blade to the hilt.

Well I got you.

We twist like tethers of the same vine
Filling in our cracks, stitched —
I hope you feel my heart beat chase your breath
Syncopated rhythms, early morning melodies
From avian angels, perched upon the wires.
Bring me back to you like color,
So you can open your eyes and see…

A world so vibrant
Saturated like a prism
As the warm sun beats down its healing
I want to chase you down
Like a shot when I’m down,
Let me feel you course through me
Until I’m numb and dizzied,
You can be my Nancy
We can meet on Elm street
Forever your nightmare
Clawing at your surface
Wanna go deeper…

Need to feel you at the core
Grow something from the middle
Branch out into a new leaf,
Turn the pages of our story book,
Hope you feel the same energy
Because I’m coming to you with everything.

Can we blur the lines like they’re  bokeh?
Tried to tie some different themes in one concept. What do you think?
Dom 4d
It feels like a slow death creeping,
Cracked windows like bad lungs
Bring in the wind like this house is wheezing.
Only wanted a happy ending
A purpose somewhere within the reason.
You change your mind as frequent as the seasons.

I’m falling further down, autumnal
Where your cold winter heart beats
Springing growth to a cancer, terminal.

I’m an open wound,
But you didn’t see the stream
Blood so calm it looks like a ravine
Red wine splashing on the tile.

Is this what you wanted from me?

Thought that I would possess you,
Like a demon taking hold,
But I know it just upsets you
Tenebrous fingertips can’t reach from the phantoms of your dreams
To grant you a taste to your hungry lips.

Doesn’t matter if it kills me,
Or what rips apart my torso
Tie me to the horses, and let em go
Collect my piñata insides like it’s candy,
Bittersweet the way you land these
Obsessive little ramblings.

There’s a hole in the fabric
I’m reaching through the spaces
Finding a nook I can escape in,
This is what I mean when I say I plane switch
Fly over skyward, spacious-
Always pushing up my smile for you
Like a facelift.

Is this what you wanted from me?

Crash on through my gates,
And storm the walls,
I won’t protest you,
Even if you take the gun and press it to my temple
Ask me if I still believe before you **** my god mode
Take everything from me until I’m hollowed.
Carve me into your perfect mannequin man.

Would that make me your favorite color?
Would it ever even matter, even if you had me on your shelf?
Would I not still gather dust, not enough ?

Broken in my mind,
Shattered pieces of heart
In a room where the black contrasts
With the bleeding neon lights
A prism of blue and purple hues
Capturing the funeral of what I stand to lose.

So tell me…
Do you see my open wound?
Is this what you wanted from me?
Toxicity is overwhelming sometimes
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