#cipher
A pale light
wanders low through the breathless still of night
across fen,
forgotten track;
a wavering spark,
bog-born black,
never held, never kept.
No honest flame
mind in debt
but a will that troubles the dark:
a lonely shade
insight of heart
with no kin,
a sly thing with a crooked spark,
or the small, unquiet dead made bright
to linger at the rim of night.
Follow and it slips aside,
warm as want, then cold as pride,
till the path unlearns your name
and the ground folds you from memory
shame.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:41 AM UTC
#•###•
•the•message•is•so•phantom•
•strangled•
•during•the•third•act•
•illuminated•
•letters•are•the•ciphertext•
•and•they•glow•
•in•your•eyes•
•Bletchley•Park•
•Turing•
•worked•it•out•with•
•Delilah•
•they•killed•for•less•
•died•for•even•more•
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May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 3:10 PM UTC
It is code language,
cipher: Zjellwe zjoh zjouvezj?
Shall we go to bed?
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 2:10 AM UTC
If you can read
I am an open book
- full of gibberish
but If you have
The Cipher of love
You can decrypt it,
unlock it's secrets
and explore my World
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC
I wish I could leave you in the ash tray like all all my stress,
I’m struggling to quit this, to quit us
This wrong side of heaven
This pairing
But I let the pollution fester
I want to leave you in the ash tray,
but what if it still burnt
and started a wildfire.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
It was the first time that I met her
She was shy and quiet, pure and innocent
That day was the most memorable for me
It's like we've known each other for long
Like talked to each other for so long
Laughed at each other for so many reasons
Loved each other so hard
Over and over again, it's like a cycle
Vented frustrations at each other
Even to the point that will end our time being together
Happy times have ended so fast,
Each and every moment did not last,
Right doings became wrong, without having the time to ask.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
I always thought
if I was to go unknown
as a writer, then I
would draw my word…
But no ways, not when I can
own the cipher
to unlock my world!
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Can you see me?
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
I reel you in with honeyed words,
That only you can read.
I reel you in with hooks and spears,
I reel to make you bleed.
I speak to you in riddles,
Decode them with my smile.
I speak to you in poetry,
I speak to you in guile.
It's not you I'm deceiving,
I'm too busy with myself.
I write my book of ciphers,
It's there for you on the shelf.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
If ya didn't catch Poe (M.A.)
try Poe (M.B.) because
this is not po' Poe's poetry. It's just ANu poet trying not to be Poe but me.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Nope not better than Poe
try as I may not to mope
I don't even compare....
I might be a bishop but he's
definitely the Pope
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
i sometimes ponder the big BANG.
i ponder what’dve happened if X and i had never met.
Mourns
over past,
that is what my
click
droning
click
mundane
click
Life
has been.
one word.
sorry
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
my problems are a blurry Spin.
the passion i feel.
its The thing anchoring me to the
Wheel
world
it was more of a
Click.
a short, but nonetheless droning
Click.
every time i hear that
Click.
it brings me back, that
Click.
it was to X’s dismay,
Click.
i wish it was silent.
Click.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
to those out there that I have met,
possible friends that Miss the mark,
the
bull’s
eye
X.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
The black and the white, The left and the right
The right and the wrong, The short and the long
The happy and sad, The good and the bad
The up and the down, The smile and frown
The awake and the sleep, The shallow and deep
The common and rare, The covered and bare
The urban and rural, The single and plural
The hot and the cold, The meek and the bold
The wisdom and folly, The gosh and the golly
The break and the mend, The save and the spend
The few and the many, The dollar and penny
The adult and the child, The tame and the wild
The blame and the praise, The year and the days
The free and the caged, The joy and the rage
The dark and the light, The day and the night
The sea and the land, The instrument and band
The pleasure and pain, The sun and the rain
The poetry and prose, The con's and the pro's
The open and shut, The why and the what
The here and the there, The when and the where
The these and the those, The highs and the lows
The above and below, The ebb and the flow
The want and the need, The giving and greed
The public and private, The peace and the riot
The cruel and the kind, The heart and the mind
The expand and contract, The real and abstract
The empty and full, The push and the pull
The biased and fair, The hope and despair
The master and servant, The blind and observant
The even and the odd, The Devil and God
The bones and the skin, The without and within
The inhale and exhale, The try and the fail
The false and the true, The old and the new
The free and the bound, The lost and the found
The quiet and loud, The humble and proud
The rich and the poor, The less and the more
The found and the lost, The worth and the cost
The yin and the yang, The wax and the wane
Forever entwined
by grand designed,
not to unbind
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
You cannot understand.
You see
what is,
and only know
what was,
in fragments
gleaned
from pilfered tombs.
Like shredded tomes,
whole,
but unintelligible.
What is it
you think you know?
Who do you see
when you review
the logs and docs?
Who
do you think you hear
muttering through
your dust caked speakers?
An angel
touched vessel?
Cracked
but not yet discarded?
Useful
despite its flaws.
Can you feel
the strain?
Can you taste
the stain?
Is it really precious,
or is it as false
as the piles of transcripts
dog-eared
and finger-smudged?
The prophesies
that have all fallen through.
Like the blue eyes
I was Promised.
The water,
a cliche.
A voice,
spoken to a child
in a bright
and steam-filled bathroom.
What is it you want
to discover
to uncover
to recover
from the pit
of past moments
and what makes you think
that any of it belongs to you?
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
A mystery nobody wants to decipher,
Cloaked in shadow and words,
In experience and hurt.
A riddle with no clear cipher.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Nero: Deep cover another 187 on these hoes with my flows ya know I riddle like little Italy Punisher life Frank castle I slice ******* up like cattle I'm a lover but undercover like Eddie Griffin my brother I'll slice up ******* and leave they men in the trunk nervous with trauma twitches I'll cement up your shoes I'll use my pen to get the message to you headless hunters I'll be the soul edge and slice the heavens asunder I can feel it in my head and soul I'll reap with the flow and grow the flowers on the tombstone I'll make ya ***** moan and groan while I **** her in your stead while she gives me head I'm deciding who's the next to be blessed from the deliverer of death
DaSH: Kept the switchblade in a balled up fist
Probly ******
Off a lot of *******
But got longer lists
Like ******* who tasted blood soon after my ******* gotten licked
Threw up on my ****
And promptly dipped to get the shotgun grip
***** spit
Got me not wantin to work these long *** shifts
I know im sick
Smell my aroma tell its ebola when
I walk up in the room
Shut up talking and get a stronger whiff
Im the kid who was too demented to have gotten picked
For any extra curricular
Anyway I was busy plottin how to get to ya
Radio waves confuse em make em **** themselves
Silly me Billy Madison was happenin
And i was in the back with Chris Farley doin smack again
Rappers get smacked with used **** pads
A ****** *****
Is all I'll ever be in their eyes
But in mine,
All I see is bodies burning alive
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
the distant, dull, the dreamy star,
of all the orbs in the sky so far,
plight it had–of the strangest kind,
reaping the foils of its curious mind
alone it was amidst the crowd,
gales of time whilst thundering loud,
youth was to come, its youth is to fade,
abashed of its shine, its fancy charade…
yet incomplete :(
shekhar suman.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC