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The shards of dreams erased, The pulse forgotten by me, In nightmares' iron vice encased, Married with silence by destiny. The echoing hum of vanity's stride Is absorbed by the mint-cold air. Opening eyes, the leftovers of sleep Have silenced the hourglass there. The path of a thought is begun, Spurning the underworld’s halls. A distant beam has flashed and gone— I’ll walk the road where reflection falls. Almost caught up, ready to seize, But the warm light vanished from view. Shattering through the earthly crust, It brought the weight of the heavenly blue. A fleeting second revealed the thread, In the ruins where her fate was laid— Destined to weave the forest crowns, A titan growing in the centuries' shade.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:37 AM UTC
mupohob666
The Titan
The shards of dreams erased, The pulse forgotten by me, In nightmares' iron vice encased, Married with silence by destiny. The echoing hum of vanity's stride Is absorbed by the mint-cold air. Opening eyes, the leftovers of sleep Have silenced the hourglass there. The path of a thought is begun, Spurning the underworld’s halls. A distant beam has flashed and gone— I’ll walk the road where reflection falls. Almost caught up, ready to seize, But the warm light vanished from view. Shattering through the earthly crust, It brought the weight of the heavenly blue. A fleeting second revealed the thread, In the ruins where her fate was laid— Destined to weave the forest crowns, A titan growing in the centuries' shade.
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Pitious dawn how you pulse before me How I feel your terrestrial gravity Pushing & pulling the soul like magnets Polar opposites detract & repel As the gothic architecture of my brooding heart crumbles slowly Over the decades, I fade into my castle of seething doom & gloom An ivory tower I have reinforced by sheer will power; unlimited power seethes The darkened rooms glow by the lunar light, a bright halo leads me to Zion Bathing in the illumination on the old, dull floor My face presses against the cold linoleum The craggy gargoyles lie high atop the belfry tower To beg for the unhealty placement on high My only friends are the pale peal of the funereal bells tolling Darkness grows within these four walls Pinned down by the writer's pen of destiny , I succumb to writer's block Fate climbs into my slumber chamber Creaking the base, bringing me closer to horror that awaits Parasite how you bleed me so Stolen blood & a sharp sting in response Across the pond I see my paradigm of truth blossoming Nature awakes at a bewitching hour The synthesis of my own misgivings Swollen & languid my tongue dances Awaiting the summoning of pure pain Even Frankenstein would crave the experience of these loving words Backbone is numb, spinal cord wraps around itself creating tension Falling back into homemade isolation Flaying skin burns by the hinges of my only passive words A crushing delirium overtakes my morbid outlook on life Death assails my ravaged spirit
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 1:48 PM UTC
blackcatpoetry
Gargoyles
Pitious dawn how you pulse before me How I feel your terrestrial gravity Pushing & pulling the soul like magnets Polar opposites detract & repel As the gothic architecture of my brooding heart crumbles slowly Over the decades, I fade into my castle of seething doom & gloom An ivory tower I have reinforced by sheer will power; unlimited power seethes The darkened rooms glow by the lunar light, a bright halo leads me to Zion Bathing in the illumination on the old, dull floor My face presses against the cold linoleum The craggy gargoyles lie high atop the belfry tower To beg for the unhealty placement on high My only friends are the pale peal of the funereal bells tolling Darkness grows within these four walls Pinned down by the writer's pen of destiny , I succumb to writer's block Fate climbs into my slumber chamber Creaking the base, bringing me closer to horror that awaits Parasite how you bleed me so Stolen blood & a sharp sting in response Across the pond I see my paradigm of truth blossoming Nature awakes at a bewitching hour The synthesis of my own misgivings Swollen & languid my tongue dances Awaiting the summoning of pure pain Even Frankenstein would crave the experience of these loving words Backbone is numb, spinal cord wraps around itself creating tension Falling back into homemade isolation Flaying skin burns by the hinges of my only passive words A crushing delirium overtakes my morbid outlook on life Death assails my ravaged spirit
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