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I am a king of the lands
on the palm of your hands.

Lands not made of dust and stones,
for these lands are flesh and bones.

It’s not made of dirt and sand—
it’s much shinier than gold.

In these lands, I am the richest king,
for I feel your warmth and kiss your skin.

I am immortal in this land,
so don’t let go of my hand,

for your bones are my home,
and your flesh and your skin
are where my kingdom lies—
and where my love never dims.
Where kingdoms rise and fall in dust, here love endures, unyielding and eternal.
Wine glass Jul 5
The death is a trespasser who is uninvited,
He damages all the bonds once united.
He took away all the joy and light,
And left behind sorrow that haunts the night.

A torture that leads to forever emptiness,
An endless pain, a heavy stillness.
He is dangerous , cold and sly,
He took you somewhere beyond the sky.

I lost my loved one… where should I go?
To find the face I used to know.
He took you to a place no one has seen,
A land where no soul has ever been.

                                                        ~winegl­***
"A piece of my heart, written for the ones I can never hold again."
Mimic the voices of the dead
And watch me come alive
Every time

I am Devi’s version of Draupadi
I laugh in the face of oppression
First, I let them stab and crush me
With a calm face
I let them purge my blood out
Like rubber from trees
I let my bruised hands and legs
Shine like trophies
Then I mock
Mockery is a clever woman’s tradition
Passed down like a river
I mock
Them all
I laugh while my ******* dangle
Emptily
I let their ego burn down
Ferociously
And even when I’m buried
I will laugh my heart out from the grave
And my mockery will haunt humanity
For centuries
And my dried blood
On your skin
Will never fade
I am immortal
Even in the grave
I speak.
Samy Sadn May 17
I wish I were as strong as a corn kernel.
Roasted, beaten, chewed alive!
yet still,
at the end of the day,
you’ll find me whole.

in your sh*t

Untouched
I always wonder, is corn immortal?
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.
© 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.
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