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Etherwise Jan 3
She sat
in a little ball,
still and white,
with big eyes.
With a kiss,
the boy leaves
through the
window;
out there is
a shadow
waiting for
Annie
to sleep.

A monster.
Originally a blackout poem.
Psych-o-rangE Dec 2024
The mountain calls to me, demands my presence, I meet its gaze.

Me: What do you want from me?

Mountain: I want you to climb to the peak

Me: I can’t bring anyone else with me

Mountain: I do not ask of you to bring anyone else, in fact, you should leave them behind, now climb me

Me: No, I can’t just do that

Mountain: Whether you listen to them or listen to me, makes no difference but I know you, and you want to climb, with no safe pathway down, no net to hold you, you want to see from this height and this height alone

Me: What if I want off?

Mountain: Then jump, but know the ground awaits you, you are never free

I stand in its shadow.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
I was the pencil that etched the silhouette of your love –
a shadow standing as a sentinel as you strode ahead.
I was your pen, inscribing these lines with the ink
of my tears – I tore away the initial pages of the first
love letters I crafted for you.

Love is blind… I don’t see much of you in either
of my thoughts or dreams.

How must I refer to you now, when all the references
on how to love were born from the moments we shared –
all the descriptions I experienced when it was still
me and you?

I only seem to see you now as just a silhouette.
Bottle up on me
So my heart fire holed up
Bottle up on me
So the flames never lit
You've always known
My flame is distinct
It burns relentlessly
It shall make you pained
So, bottle up on me
I shall burn for the bushel

Seal up on me
That my words be no dismay
Seal up on me
So the lips made no offense
This drop shall ripple
Should men and ghost unearth
Both shall hold naught up
But an afflict you wish gone
So, seal up on me
I shall hold my peace

Keep me away from here
So a thorn you have none
Keep me away from here
So your shadow never be lit
My heart fire is eternal
So is the lips ceaseless
I sting fiery relentlessly
Iring distress untold
So, keep me away from here
Even gone, my works reign.
I dismay at your rallying melodious goodnesss.
Snow red fox Nov 2024
Sitting in the dark dark room,
in the corner of my mind,
in the corner of the room where the shadows loom.

The rivers of salty water flow down the river styx that guides me thru the end.
The boat is floating and flowing with screams of the unfortunate and unforgiving as the death rows thru the gates of the end.
But the end is never truly the end.

Shadow people twist their dark grins in forms that hurts,
the death is hanging over my shoulder whispering,
urging me to torment my broken mind until it falls and becomes theirs.

Theirs, theirs like a thing or a toy or like a match that isn’t destroyed.

From dust we come to dust we go, what’s the point of life, if we must die?
Reflection over the life of an individual and the fascination over afterlife
bucketb0t Nov 2024
Honoring Buckethead Halloween
romaniac bucketb0t love

De la asta am plecat,
De aceea am continuat
Fără sa am vreo așteptare
De faptul ca am fost invitat,
De unde doar am menționat

Jason and Nick, Faustian Echoes dialogues my thoughts in regards to ours, lips my feelings.

"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."

In eggphrastic way, I end and say
The sun gets its own shadow under Buckethead's light.
My poem to I Hate Music podcast after inviting me to talk about my muse Buckethead, hosted by Agalloch's Jason Walton and Nick Wusz. Link:
https://youtu.be/g6N0hqpwDkc?si=91Uqoo3eQXLTfc-T
ren Nov 2024
Wanna be the shadow in your mind.
Fading away, leaving no trace behind.
Wanna be the tear you never shed.
The thought you bury, the words unsaid.
Wanna be a question with no end,
A truth unspoken, a time unspend.
Wanna be so far, yet so near.
The erased whisper you'll never hear.
Love is as to a dry well,
The heart akin to the empty bucket.
I would be convinced that this is hell,
Had I not tasted of heaven.
Is this a shadow realm?
Like mirrors' reflections?
Is there someone like myself?
Aching & longing for one to reach out?
True in their intentions?
Ejiro Nov 2024
Every person has a shadow
that lingers onto them when they are born
my shadow is a part of me
but I am not a part of her
she is connected to me
like a thorn to my hip
watching every move I make
when the sun appears again
when she sees all my emotions played out in her presence
she stands there and watches carefully
no words to be said
zero actions being made
not a single expression within her

Me and her are two separate beings
I feel everything that is around me
and react to it either in a positive
or negative response
but when it comes to her
she doesn't acknowledge anything at all
she doesn't care what's happening during certain times of
our life
she doesn't react to what is around her
When she is with me
I sometimes wish to become her
but I know for a fact she doesn't wish to be
me
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