#dungeon
how far back do we travel in each dream of the night
stitched faces into memories dungeon
- a new love never seen before appears from nowhere
and how you wish she had accompanied you into daylight
into solid flesh and bone hand in hand from dreamtime.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:03 AM UTC
They bomb our toilet dungeon souls
Fireworks for our extinction
A dead child’s hand reaching…
They bomb our toilet dungeon souls
Quietly but quickly -
For lifetimes kept in dream purgatory,
Not allowed to be who we want to be
We have to choose… we have to cheat…
They bomb our toilet dungeon souls
Dark and deep and bleeding…
Like they always did through screens and language,
As if we said something to put us down here,
As if we built this casket…
But we found the key, a long time ago…
To climb the secret walls of this prison…
Working constantly in this puzzle below,
Dreaming in our dreams…
Each time a little more laughter,
A little less debasement for banter…
Forming intricate shining webs that lead us to the light above,
As we finally crawl out like cluster flies into the glowing ether -
Their ugly bronze imperiousness means nothing
as we swarm with the Aurora…
******* down our cherub honey genesis butter…
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
D eny
U nderstate
N egate
G eneralize
E scape
O verthink
N umb
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
The Dungeon Calls
The Dungeon sings
In wincing tones
of wicked things,
the entrance looms
The doorway's dead
The wailing wins
and claims your head.
You run away,
you don't look back.
You know what's peeking through the cracks.
Not one to bare the light of day.
It waits, beyond
while you decay.
The Dungeon howls.
The dungeon's sweet.
The dungeon send you off to sleep.
It's safe, this place
where you reside.
Out there you fear
sunlight collides
with ghastly skin
and telling eyes
so let them get on
with their lives.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:21 AM UTC
I never see,
an illusionist
like this world
it attract you and I
and throw our lives
in the
Darkness of dungeon
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
Smile for your time in the dungeon,
for the recompense you pay
is a learning experience.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
I am feeling lower than ever before
In my head I hold leaden weights
Think I need professional help
Emotions ignored become hard to navigate
Push down pain a little longer
Numb wounds for awhile
Gulp lumps of uneasiness
Conceal misery with a phony smile
Heart broken and bleeding
Hidden from all who look
I have mastered the art of composure
Face an unreadable book
Quiet night is tense and dim
Begging me to sneak off and play
Think I might cave in this one time
I'm scared I won't be able to get away
Under covers I hide in bed
Hoping I will not be found
By weakness and uncertainty
I lay motionless without sound
Trying to sort my issues
Organization isn't really my thing
Prefer to shove difficult subjects in a box
Lock out of sight so I can avoid the sting
Discovered something dull inside me
I found a tool sharper for out
Condemned the skin once considered home
It is easier to not think about
I'm told intensity only worsens with time
A smile hideously glued
Energetic as dying muscles will allow
Wild heart now meek and subdued
Memories will not depart
Echoes of voices loved then lost
Brighter still, rotating faces
Seasons changing sunlight to frost
My head has become a dark dungeon
Trapped there with my dirtiest sins
Watching mistakes as they rattle rusted bars
Capturing worst thoughts caged within
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
I wake up to to see a wasteland clearly in vain
Covered with imprints of horror and pain
The shadows of night sneak about in my eyes
All I can see are the Tunnels made to echo my cries
And All I can hear
Is the loud fast rhythm of fear
There is know where to go
chained up in an invisible chian
It feels as though im locked up in a cage of pain
Forever here to witness the bitter cold of this life
Or Perhaps to escape with a with a gleaming sharp knife
Only to think no it's not right
This I must fight
I must find myself light
To end this endless night
“A flame” a familiar voice said “has always been there and never gone out”
I recognize the voice I hear my mind shout
It was the voice of myself I exclaimed with haste
A voice I lost when I entered this place
In front of me was a can of joy
A stalk of memories
I stretched myself out to get the can I barely can reach
and find out what all this can teach
I pull out heat and flame
Disposing of shadows and bringing them shame
The flame flys through the illusion of myself Breaking my chains
And riding me of my pains
I look at the world I was in falling apart
Whilst expelling the bitter and the ****
I knew from that terror.
that place?.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
many dungeons
in the journey from the past
fought many monsters
kept some
in the limbo of my adventure
a gem of life in hand
awaiting the release
with a sigh of relief
my decisions I will never regret
I accept and repent
a rebel in me still
my identity refined
we are not here nor there
but we will be just fine
with a sword in my hand
we will always be ready to fight
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
My voice rings loud and clear in the musty cellar,
Through the halls of the vast dungeon.
I call for one of them to come down and speak
To me about the "others," the valued, the "wise,"
It's the same thing every night, this dungeon.
I hear a creak, must be nothing, I turn on the light,
Swear I saw a ghost, still nothing. Vaguely,
I've been searching for an answer to this riddle,
It will only take a few moments of your time
To sit there between the vagabond with the fiddle,
And the one who must be low as slime.
It's your call-I ask you-for your opinion,
You laugh in my face-if I seek your words-I'm a disgrace,
Riddled with problems, they were handed to me
From a distance. I can still hear you laughing in my face,
Even from afar, even from my un-chosen wife's place.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
*I found myself floating in the dark dungeon
gasping for breath--for it was filled with murky water
and all I could do was float (I don't know how to swim)--
I opened my eyes and no light came through
only wet and cold and bone chilling pain
and I considered for a moment (or was it two or three)
of just letting go
and allowing the murkiness to swallow me--
all I would have to do
is stop trying to float
and allow myself to sink below
I so wanted to just allow it, to just let go
and suddenly I awake
and here I am, dry to the bone
and wondering why, god, why
am I so alone?*
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 2:22 AM UTC
on the wind
wild flame is my muse
i write on frozen wasteland
the colors that i choose
i write in the Andes
of mystic glowing things
i write in the deepest ocean trench
of a fish with wings
i write in blackest dungeons
of painted birds of blue
i write on walls of paper
of my love for you
soulsurvivor
(c) 6/11/2015
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
I walk this dismal dark and damp dungeon
Long dark the phantom am i;
Strolling I now take icy breaths;
Mystery lies within my realm;
Far faint foot echoes announce my impending doom
I embark upon my midnight
Echoeing chamber room
It's chains that puppeted victims that had
Screamed for their end and at last,
I had giggled laughed and touched their quivering chest
And felt their fading warmth
Then into oblivion casted they were by me
This dark stone its chilling floor
Where rodents squeek and scurry about,
My only pets and friends I know
Suddenly I hear as HEAVY VOICES of my approaching DOOM
POUNDING FISTS and swinging logs against my dungeon door and room
I curse the empending light by
Their torches casting beams
Bound from hell and its slithering horrid beam fingers
Under my dungeon door
I curse my end by angered pounding fists
Hell bound to see my end to be
What cursed blackened night just lies
A distant short,
A breathless world my oblivian beckons me by hounds
Of DOOM,
My parts be scattered h e l t e r s k e l t e r
My inners thrown upon old wooden beams above
Soon i will leave this loveless world i made,
i foretell and kiss only an empty space goodbye,
Waiting first ****** deep within my flesh to be
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Player:
"Where the hell am I?"
DM:
"Precisely!"
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC