#gravestone
crown jewels
a poets wreath
stripped of words
letting silence speak
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:54 AM UTC
Ever present life...
Ever present life...
3ver press a k̫͘ń͙ḭ̧̼̳̠͔f̢̺͙̥̣e̵̮̯̟̙̰ͅͅ
against the dying, glowing l̵i̎̓ͣ̚ghͦt͂͌ͧ͌̄ ̛ͣͧ͐̾ͦ̅ǒ̐ͩ͌̓̾͋f̡ͥͪ̑͆ ͝ļ̉̆̎ͮ͛ͪͩĭ̶̎̉̐f͑ͪ̓e͗̏͛ͥ͆̏͐?
W̡̠̘̭͛ͪ͋ͦͤa̘ͫ̆̒̈́͆i̗̳ͭͯ̾̇́̓ͫt̫̍ͭ ͈̠̯̻̖̪̹͌͑̽ͮ͛ͮ̃a̬̪ͫ̅̅ͯ́̈̓ͅ ̵͓̱̰͚̬͓̪̿͆M̞͍̤̤̱ͩ́̆̇i̪̬̟̪̹͍ͦ̓͗ͪ̐ͫ̐n̻͈̦̥͕͉̍͛͆̋̐͊u͍ͮ͌͛ͣ̀͘t̯̣̭̝̓͊̍̐̄ͧͦe̺͓̱͈̬̫̊ͯͥͨͯ͜ ̹͔̳̞̇͂͢this can't be me!̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕!!
CHECK MY FIELD, REALIZE!
Still Sun Tzu
hit my enemy first
in the verses
no physical damage
no trauma purses to manage
I already lived afflicted with curses
from savage researches
Till I learned to shift my boundaries around me,
...That there’s still power in !̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕category!̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕
But not enough to stop me !
I broke the two ton shell OF CULTURE
but I’ll never stop hearing this ocean swell
sailors fly by wave to the 9th sign
Hi.
Î̝͎̪̮̣͎͈̮͖͈̼͕̞̠ͭ̍̓́͛ͣ͠͝ͅn̫̭̹̼̰͇̱̠̠̭͉̲̱̙̼͎̐̾ͨͦͪ̓̎̅̌ͬ͌̀ͦ̚͟͢ͅfͫ̆̐̾̂̃ͯͯ͌͑̄̌̀̅͂̔̋̀͘͏͎͇̭͓̜i͈̮̞̙̭͖͇͇̝̗͈̜̗̤̞͈̽̓̾ͪ͛̿͂ͯ͂̇̌ͣ̓ͦ̿ͮ̈͘͘n̷̷̡̠̘̘̦̬̣̺̟͖͍ͮ̾͂̈́͟͜ĭ̙̳̩͓͕̍̃̌͂͋ͪ̂ͧ̓ͨ̉ͨ͌ͨͤ̈̚͟͜͝t̵̴͖̣̳̤̊̈̎ͥ͊́e̛̺̭͚̻̠̞̙͍̞͚͉̝ͨ͑̉ like a Shepard’s tone.
Passionate like a Shepard's SON.
Intricate like a l̀e͊ͧ̓͛̑ͦ̃͠o͐ͭp͒͢à͢r͒́ͬ̅ͣͤd̑̍̿ͤͮsͦ̋ ̊̈́̀ͯ͐̅́tongue.
[[God said to me]]:
Work under the light of e̴͏ff͠ort͞ SON
You cannot break the stone without the Wind and the Ocean.
So we wander back into the liquid crystaline vision
Waves wander and ponder up through and fill my being
We release the storm my drips speaking.
But I can't hear cause there's still Too Many Lights.
Easily distracted
by how others say
"stay away from illicit people ..."
Illicit people ...?
More like
people illicit
[!?meaning?!]
formed inͧ̒͂ͭ s͑͆͒ͯͪ͊̚tͩͩ̂ͬͬͬ̌e͆̏͗̽e̚ṕ͒l̅ͮͤͧ̉̈ẻ͋̈́ͨͪ̓sͤ̆̍ͥͮ ̉̓̚
Responses from the ghost markers
self-induced parasites better host dollars people!
FC*K that!
>NO MORE BEING SILENT MY LOVE <
-Just watch and listen-
Tectonic plates shift
when I talk back
Demonic cosmic rift silent
when I talk rap
people never seem to mind
unless you say I did that
But you better believe
This ***** not much more than a formality.
Fancy phantasm shorn from reality .
Never base your life in a fallacy.
No waste your life chasing the phallus see?
L̎̒i͐ͤv̡e̓ͪͪ̔̾ͤ ͥm̓̐ͨ̑̈̄҉a̎g̒̽̍͛̽iͩͩ͑͟c̎ͬ̏̕ ̡̂ͫ̒̊ͧͪ͆
Like Harry Potter,
I always catch the snitch
end the game break my fist͆̓̽..̔͌̓͏.̛̾ͩ̒ͣ
So few leave this life of crime
now I teach yoga
super stack your spine
till that ***** aligned
so try and find me
I’m in orbit right outside the mind b.
To look up my next move in the dictionary
doesn’t make it a **** move, this is :
"My **** is hairy, I let it out at night like Bigfoot
and its OH so scary!"
Now WHATEVER YOU believe .̔͌̓͏.̛̾ͩ̒ͣ
.͆͊̚҉̦̝̪͈̗̝.̜̭͔̖̲̓̍̈́͗̉̽
.͆͊̚҉̦̝̪͈̗̝.̜̭̓̍̈́͗̉̽
I’m married to my Wife,
my Diction,
God and Mary.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
All that lies here are my bones,
A wooden box, this new gravestone.
My mind is left where it was born;
Go to my bookshelves when you mourn.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
the field full of
beautiful grass
cold wind and
cold stones
a lot full of glooom
the lot, full of tombs
sudden revelation
of you are gone
after all weary fights
and my fault insight
i haven't said sorry
and you were gone fully
in the warm heavens and clouds,
my soul is within you.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
The green field I used to frolic and play
Now shrouded in darken clouds greyed
With soil planted with nothing but graves
Vine and stone tablets with epitaphs engraved
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Entangled in an ivy mass,
Surrounded by the lush long grass,
Some purple flowers show their heads,
Inbetween eternal beds.
On the graves, people weep,
On the people deep in sleep,
People live and people die,
After death it's here they lie.
Trust the dead and do not fear,
Their hearts and souls are always near
They do not live deep underground,
It's inside you that love is found.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
There you are in marble
all that may be left
****
I thought we had more time
I knew you held on
The last thing I said to you was on the phone
doubt you even heard it
They talked about God at the service
how you're with him now
your pain is over
and you're happy
God loved you all along
Then why did he forsake you
for years of pain and torment
your own body treasonous
deteriorating from inside out
Should I thank God
or be mad he let you through it
Better minds than mine
have never figured that out
I got a tattoo of your initials on my ribs
I know you hated em
but I figured you'd make an exception
I miss you
But at least I have you in marble
the dates you came and went
and a nice little poem
of how you're safe now
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Far into the distance
the white gravestones reach.
Line in line stretching away
in neat rows like soldiers
on parade.
The sun shines down
on them where the rain
had washed.
You lie there one
amongst so many.
Your name and rank
and dates still neat
and legible.
You killed in action
the legend states.
Your mother never did
quite get over that
her only son gone
before her.
You in some foreign field
far from home.
Your father took it
like man or so seemed
from outer view
but it cracked him up
inside too.
Sleep on
where no wars rage
or bodies blown apart
or killed to break a heart.
Rest in the peace
beyond the grave
amongst the others
resting here
the lost and the brave.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
*The pain from his hands,
Painted on my body.
I’m burning up,
I’m freezing.
I’m alive, I’m free.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
The fear is eating me up,
Making its way to the outside.
I got distracted.
I got lost.
Now I’m gone.
Now I’m forgotten.
Suffocating,
Gasping after air.
Tight grip around my throat,
Taking away my reason to live.
A silent scream,
Making its way out from my mouth.
Heart beating faster.
Vision disappearing.
I got distracted again.
The fear left me alone.
With nothing but a nightmare left.
He carved pain into my gravestone.*
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
Close Your Heart
Say of me I am living still
Because the smell of God
fills my nostrils
Say of me that I am living still
Because the Devil’s
laughter fills my ears
Say of me I am living still
Because the ghost of my past
still haunts my present
Say of me that I am living still
Because while my mind is
in Heaven,
my body is in Hell.
Say of me I am living still
Because the heart inside
of me,
is no longer mine
Say of me I am living still
Because when I see
the light
I run towards it
Say of me that I am living still
Because the life
I wanted was
not grasped with
loving hands
Say of me I am living still
Because my words to God
went unanswered
Say of me I am living still
Because the self-control
I’ve never withheld
has been stolen
within moments
Say of me that I am living still
Because the light
at the end of
the tunnel
has been snuffed
out
Say of me I am living still
Because the laughter
has turned into
forbidden screams
Say of me I am living still
Because happiness
was never an
option
Say of me I am living still
Because the smiles
were all porcelain
Say of me I am living still
Because the choice
of life was
never mine
to make
Say of me I am living still
Because when I
look into your
face
all I see is
melancholy smiles
Say of me I am living still
Because the tidal
waves of my life
are beginning to
pull me under
Say of me I am living still
Because even though
you know how
to surf life’s waves
You’ve never taught
me
Say of me I am living still
Because the monsters
lurking in the
shadows
are now in
the light
Say of me I am living still
Because the stars
are now black holes
Say of me I am living still
Because the lyrics of your
love have faded
into tattered
music sheets
Say of me I am living still
Because the blue of your
eyes have turned
cerulean
Say of me I am living still
Because Romeo and
Juliet have turned
into a faded
fiction
Say of me I am living still
Because the sun
no longer illuminates
my mind
Say of me I am living still
Because your laughter
has turned into
nothing but poignant
static
Say of me I am living still
Because God has
forbidden me to
enter the gates
of Heaven
Say of me I am living still
Because Lucifer has
invited me for
a strong drink
Say that I am living still
Because my mind
is no longer clear;
but is home to
demons
Say of me I am living still
Because those words
were never carved onto
my grave. -DDF
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
A poet lies here very often:
When not about, he’s in his coffin.
O.O
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
someday she will spit on my gravestone
eyes glistening, lips red and hands full
standing in the blanket of fog alone
her shadow gracing the aging marble
like the eventual darkening of a monolith
by the temper of the sun setting
at the fall of a holy empire and with
a desperate, widespread bloodletting
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Cold stone statues of all shapes and sizes
Chilled to the moss covered bone
Standing ***** markers of time
Weather worn words, passages of years
A place of disasters, heartbreak and crime
All gathered there, forgotten by time
As the trees bend to the seasons
And the passing of years
A lone figure dressed in black
Stands above an unnamed gravestone
Reflecting on past memories
Of someone he had known.
Brown wet clinging clay lies
Heaped by the side of a black hollow
Waiting for another invited guest
As the bell tolls, mournfully
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
I wept upon cold stone
I cried till tears until they didn't flow
I looked down then looked up
Missing,
Cherishing,
Touches
Still felt even though you were gone
I was always here on our
Anniversary
I would wish you
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY"
I still hurts so much
I cherish
Everyday,
Moments,
Laughter
That would never fade,
I know your here in my heart
But there is too much me now
When there should be
"US"
I miss us hugging
I miss us holding hand
I miss US
Kissing,
Talking,
Touch
Is what I miss so much
A palm upon my face
A gentle glancing finger across skin,
There is to much me now that your gone I miss US.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
Wood of crimson & bone where the dead
lie still, leaves are their burial
Rites they fall from life to
Canvas,
Shroud,
Envelope
The flesh, for the fallen are the
Food of the wood, new life
Reaches up, Roots entangle
Around every bone,
Interweaved,
Disordered,
Chaotic
Lifelessness now scattered
Among the roots of this linage
Of old, new saplings
Now sprung forth from the
Leaved burials that litter the floor,
They call this forest, leaves of blood
As all leaves that grow forth are
Crimson,
Burgundy,
Blossoming
Forth, as if each leaf has life of its own,
Each of the branches growing
Resemblance of ***** fingers reaching
Out to a world, wisps
Encircle,
Envelope,
Halos
Of white mist greet all trees,
As if the souls of the departed
Sleep silently around this gravestone
Of wood, And leaves one again
Fall, not all just one, and this tree with
No leaves, now resting upon the floor
Like the features of bones grow out and forth
As some where in this
Forest of crimson and bone,
A body now rests in its tome of red
This is the home of the dead, where the trees grow.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC