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Debbie Apr 4
All the darkness in the world stems from the darkness of our own heart - unknown

Why do thoughts, darkly hideous,
plague the midnight mind?
He did not want my heart, he wanted
the gore beneath its scarlet rind.
I hemorrhaged flashing visions of
my crimson blood dripping on
****** snow.
His sweet slashes
left my heart thrashing.
As he drank the fierce red ocean
that floats my soul below.
I smelled a rancid scent,
The mortal death's on his breath.
In a deep haunting whisper,
he revealed that I would cease to grow old.
If I drank from his slit vein,.
I'd be free of mortal pain.
Now with an insatiable thirst.
I shudder to think it can always be worse.
Always had a fascination with vampires.
Daniel Tucker Feb 18
...and you and I forever transform
under the aegis of the immortal

as we grow like the roots
of the banyan tree

which hang down with the branches

helping to provide shelter
as we slowly grow closer
to the sweet earth
in silent anticipation

finally touching
gently pushing deeper
until we are one in purpose.
Copyright ©2025
Daniel Tucker

Notes:
Banyan tree roots are aerial prop roots which grow downward  from various parts of the branches into the soil.
Arobeum Dec 2024
I am holding onto the thorns of the rose,
It pains me, I bleed, I cry.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry,
Yet I am still holding onto it.

I am so bewitched by its beauty,
That I didn't notice it slowly withering,

I was so into loving it,
That I didn't notice, it isn't immortal,
And it will wither,
Breaking my soul.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry
Not because of the thorns but it withering.

Just as it,
I was so into loving him,
I didn't notice his love withering,
I forgot one's love isn't always immortal as mine is.
I didn't see him leave.....
Breaking my soul.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry
Not because him leaving me is painful,
But him not loving me as I love him is.
Hands full of ichor
Wrap around my neck
And my eyes
And my mouth
And my nose
And my skin drenched
In gold and in silver tones.

The fissures scatter around my burned skin.

I ponder and I stare into the nothingness
The chasm that I find.
Staring back at me and all my shortcomings.
She begs
She screams
She cries
She wishes for everything
And nothing all at once.

The metal sinks into my fragile fingers.

If I break all of me and tear my limbs apart
Will I escape from my own regrets?
Finally forgiving.
My faults
My shadows
My blood
My ash covered fingers.
Itching at all my gaps and lack in judgement.

But when will I find that you have let go of my throat?
Of my eyes
My ears
My hands
My heart.

When will my ichor stop flowing?
When will my fissures be patched?
When you are here.
I am unbound.

And I know everything will cure
in its own time.
I will find that my fissures will seal
and the ichor will stop running through my veins.

One day I will feel human again.

Someday I will be me.
-Persephone
in an e mood
Saša Milivojev Jun 2022
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(Dedicated to my friend,
Isidora Bjelica)

Tonight, I turned my eyes
Towards star-studded skies
Ever so softly God said to me
That he has gifted you with immortality
God’s envoy in lands of men
Offering a helping hand
It was you, the brave, he was to select
In what you create
Life and death to reflect
To truth once again to light our way
The Pain of the World to take away
Our dungeons to illuminate
Throughout the world, you wandered free
The world enlightened by the spirit of thee
From faces unhappy you set smiles to be free
And so, by God, you deserved to be
Gifted with immortality

  

Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

www.sasamilivojev.com
Jack Jun 2022
Calming blue sky soothe me down,
the beauty of creation is unmatched,
sometimes,
I just wanted to stay at a certain moment,

Forever,

But as the clock keep ticking,
Everything comes to end sooner or later,
Which leads to unpredictable certainties,
Reaching the magnificent of withers,

Glad to be breathing to this day,
Moving forward like a marching band,
Maybe,
I'm going to meet my end sooner than I expected,

The end of sadness for eternal peace,
Is the one I've sought after...
Io Oct 2021
A blur that breathes, growing and abating,
tides of people, entombed in steel,
flowing and fading on riverbeds of tar.
A place of nomads,
all draped in cloth.
A place of symbols,
of concrete and rebar

Sheets of cold, ice grey
Falling spindles, cold rain
A graceful procession
With a bellyful of tears
A dreadful cortège
A heralder of fears

A young forest paved with ancient crushed stones
Nothing left but the inheritance of a thousand unknowns
Nothing left, but old fossilised bones

All that has happened is what I know
And all I know is what will happen.
All that remains is what I know
And all I know is ruin.
Àŧùl Oct 2021
They all seem to fade away,
They drift farther everyday.

One day comes and you are lonely,
Love yourself as you're yours only.

They're mortal & so is everything,
As for me, I don't know anything.
My HP Poem #1944
©Atul Kaushal
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