#darkacademia
Lost within a heavy armor
A wild star pierces the crust
Striking like a young bolt of thunder
Sometimes it lets me reach the lips
A few words are uttered
Stuck in no man's land
The blunt sickle of the moon cuts me
Incurable gashes made of embers
A cold sun stands in my throat
A rib carves against the heart's shards
The silent verses of a poetess
Oklop
Izgubljena u oklopu teškom
Probija koru podivljala zvijezda
Udara kao mladi grom
Nekada me pusti na usne
Izusti se poneka riječ
Zaglavljena u nemilosti
Siječe me tup srp mjeseca
Nezaceljive posjekotine od žara
Hladno mi sunce u grlu stoji
Rebro kleše po srči srca
Nijeme stihove pjesnikinje
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 7:43 AM UTC
From Rascals to Rebels
Refuges to Renegades
Retribution Resurfaced
Reused with Retrospect
Resuscitate Recalibrate
Marinate in a slurrin’ state.
From the mind of Asher Graves-
A vessel with weak vertebrae
Puzzled with a smirky face
Whimsical but consolidates
Cyclical yet desperate
An unfazed gaze that penetrates
On the parchment of the firmament
A testament, a sentiment
An abandonment from the netizen-
Of shallow sands and toxic friends
So amused, yet can barely stand
Folly then, or play pretend?
Musician or naicisuM
The Opposites do append.
Maxim of a valid case
A frightened prey, a cold case
Runs away when it’s chased
Like fog when it thinks oceanside
Like humans gaslighting real life
Miasmic Riptides
A butterfly flew past the hillsides
A rock fell followed by a landslide
On the flipside a lake dried
All because of a butterfly flutter by
An anomaly? A coincidence in disguise?
That’s just causality in plain sight!
Butterfly effect- Bullseye!
Euphoric journeys, endless mires
Rhetoric questions, futile desires
Bountiful convictions, ignored squires
Outliers, admire, still fire, white liars
Jumbled up in juxtaposition jinxing sires,
Pilfer personas prevent pilgrimage pyres,
Obsolete obscurities open in isles,
Stalemate—soul-marked, retired.
-Asher Graves
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark,
Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart.
-Lorde.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 6:20 AM UTC
you're a stranger in a myth where there is no official beginning or ending
and i'm not worth your spark in my darkness nor every explosion you leave for me.
now im stowed in all that is left of you when it seems this cruel world doesn't need me
and i can't recall what inviting lies you've said when embers on my skin singe deep.
~ A.M, F.H.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
If someone would ask me if I would rather be shot or have my heart broken.
I would say “shoot me”because i would rather die than have my heart broken.
having your heart break into the smallest pieces once, is enough for me.
They say time heals your wounds
so tell me why then doesnt mine heal?
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
i never bought the whole dark academia thing.
sure, ****** and drugs and *** are torrid and dark when you're from a rich family,
when you've never woken up to the news of your childhood best friend being shot to death,
when you haven't seen your family and friends fall into the seductive cesspool of opioid addiction,
when half of your class was pregnant by the time senior year rolled around.
the academic upper class thinks what working class kids go through is sexier when the backdrop of the overdose is chandeliers and silk,
instead of a small town parking lot at 3am.
my aesthetic reality of academia is scholarships, it's leather jackets and nicotine addictions
it's having the only fifteen-year-old car in the campus parking lot and hoping to find a plug before the first week of classes.
it's not sleeping between work and class and partying. it's being the only one whose dad isn't buddies with the guy giving me an internship.
it's lonely. it's the crippling loneliness of not understanding upper class social cues,
it's reading crime and punishment in the slivers of time between work and work and class and more work
and emphasizing with raskalnikov so much it makes your teeth ache.
it's coughing up blood.
it's having health insurance for the first time in college and still not using it.
it's drowning, it's fighting, it's violent and heroic and painful and
never knowing
if you'll actually
make it.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Oh what it takes to be extreme!
To be euphoric one day
And then be wistfully tragic the other.
To be a hopeless romantic
When the moon rises ;
And then to believe in nothing at all
At the golden dawn .
To love you with every pound of my flesh
And then feel nothing with your soul after
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC