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#horns
As I stand — in the stillness of the night, buried in contemplation, a tombstone looms above my head piercing into an idea, with these horns; to charge directly at vivid imagination. Shrouded in the night’s dead darkness; the only colours that dance around are the deep, dark hues that cling to my black horns – _tainted._ Formless creatures haunting the silhouettes of all dreams their fragmented forms concealing hidden depths and buried truths — echoes of old traumas from the days of youth, a troubled youth, long neglected – _abused._ The more these horns are trimmed, the longer they seem to stretch – spiralling directly into my vision; all I perceive is darkness.
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 4:40 PM UTC
Black horns
Evry woman is the 🌙 Evry 👨 is the Sun Who is the Eternal One Arent 🇺🇸 All And if We are Eternal Why is it that we Fall So Listen Closely And, Hear Me Still We Are One No need to Fear Let Us Become One Thru the many seasons Thru the many years              I 💘 U
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 9:22 AM UTC
Ev'ry Woman is the Moon
I    Love You For everything you are What you have done To and for me What can you Become When all Earth's pleasures Are both taken away and fulfilled Because I am the 🌙 In all her phases Don't be afraid. I'm still here For you
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
Untitled
I took ten lives to save a thousand I lost a battle to win a war To hold up the halo I got my horns, because I cannot take the rose, without taking all its thorns.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
To hold up the halo
I would claim that I've been lied to say that I have been wronged tell you that I didn't deserve it. But I did. I was born with hooked claws and sharp teeth. Black eyes and a scaled hide the chains around my neck clink and tap against the spines I've grown If you look close enough I'll sprout horns perhaps lightning will crackle in the corners of my mouth. Can you see me for what I am? A miscount, a fatal error something bound for hell mistakenly wrapped and hidden in human skin. I still smell like smoke, and I still taste like war I deserve no mercy and kindness will **** me. What a stupid thing I have been, to convince myself that I was anything other than a car crash and a hurricane In human skin. My sin was to love and break with the same hands to admire that which I would defile and to trust those who promised sanctuary. Under the guise of friends they penned my story, gave me my name, cast my role: A Villain A devil And so I'll stretch my blackened lips run my tongue over my teeth and smile with the tears running down my cheek. "hail satan"
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC
In human skin
Behold the dreadful Horns of Red The Beasts who trample o’er the dead Who roar and gore and raise their heads In challenge to the One who bled – The One who willfully was pierced Whose will is strong, whose love is fierce Who crushes Altars men revere That they may see through their veneer .
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Unveiled, Part 2: The Horn-Crusher
_You tilted your halo at me, While I was polishing my horns, A twinkle in your eye, A prayer on your lips; I can resist anything except temptation. Can you?_
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
Temptation
I was born into this, something I never wanted.  And all of my life, I've been running, hunted.  We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes.  You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake.  I am the sole survivor, the last of my race.  I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate. You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean?  The only monster I see is you.  Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through.  Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few.  Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me.  Stop lying to yourself.  Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely?  Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit.  Why can't you understand?  Monsters have feelings too. Though, it is too late to go back to peace.  The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me.  And now, I will never be free.  I'm forever running from your conceit.  I have done nothing to bring you to this.  I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss.  I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed.  I have to hide in caverns deep.  In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep. I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before.  My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars.  In anguish, I roar.  My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn.  I've given up on living any longer.  It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
A Monster's Feelings (Part One)
I was born into this, something I never wanted.  And all of my life, I've been running, hunted.  We're being tracked down and slaughtered, chased, by people with fire as their ally, their weapons made of silver or simply wooden stakes.  You've run us into a corner and murdered all of my kind out of fear, not a shred of their existence left behind, proclaiming it was for everyone's sake.  I am the sole survivor, the last of my race.  I have vowed not to fall victim to the same fate. You've claimed me to be a monster, but what does that mean?  The only monster I see is you.  Murdering and spreading rumors of my kind, you don't understand what I've been through.  Saying I've slain many, but you've killed more than a few.  Stop speaking of such things; it's hurting me.  Stop lying to yourself.  Why can't you see? Are you ignoring it purposely?  Look at me, into my soul, and realize the devastation caused by your pursuit.  Why can't you understand?  Monsters have feelings too. Though, it is too late to go back to peace.  The people can only see something unreal, a fake part of me.  And now, I will never be free.  I'm forever running from your conceit.  I have done nothing to bring you to this.  I've cut off my horns, my fangs, and my claws to try and be a part of your bliss.  I burnt my fur and scorched my skin, but all I've done has been dismissed.  I have to hide in caverns deep.  In the cold and damp, I sleep, afraid to be found in my cavern keep. I could never fight you, that would only make things worse than before.  My skin is covered in my crimson blood and I'm in pain from the scars.  In anguish, I roar.  My gargantuan, curled ebony horns lay broken and cast aside; my thick, midnight blue fur reduced to patches and strewn across my stone lair; my calloused pads raw from running; my weary eyes tortured and worn.  I've given up on living any longer.  It's better to die and to be conquered than to be caged and grow weak from hunger; so I step out of the cave, crawling out on all four; and I lie down, exhausted, on the forest floor.
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The devil took control of your mind The mixed signals blurred all the lines. He became your pink soft lips Spreading his evil into my mouth. Your fingers no longer caressed but pierced The flesh of my arms and face. Still I stroked your horns tenderly And polished your pitchfork with obedience.
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
fear is love?
Tilted sword please spare my bow and arrow I beg you not to throw your violet venom unto my wings of sparrow Have mercy on my slicked backed and chipped horns Less I throw my guardian and with him my thorns
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Purple Dragon
Imagining Georgia O’Keeffe Goddess In her own right Melting away In a gas guzzler Meditative escape pod Disguised as a thermal barrier Your mind is out there You pay attention Everything is Alien Luna appears Radiating Bull horns Like a crescent moon Balancing on the horizon Magically moving along The plane of the ecliptic Maybe for a millisecond Crab Nebula Sneezed the brilliance That caused the most beautiful Reflection That is you Only the very lucky Get to see Black feather floating Like a random propitious sign From the heavens I ******* love you For showing me Every forever is a Second to enjoy One Love 8/10/2018
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Georgia O’Keeffe
Just like Lucifer you fell down, painting horns attached to your crown, breaking my heart in a small town, before heading to the showdown. Your wings have never looked so sharp, I tip-toe away from the scarp, Frantically looking around, before heading to the showdown. I was good and I gave my best, you kept staring, hurting my chest , my new friend's homes in a ghost town, before heading to the showdown. I dropped my weapons at the fight, Can't we finally make this right? the devil comes with a count down, before heading to the showdown.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Horns.
It’s too late to go back, My love, To when you said time Would stand still, When the sun sat behind The trees at dawn, When the leaves fell For the autumn And drank the dew Off the sappy grass meadows That rolled out beyond your toes. It’s too late to go back To when you said Always, Always is, always will, And now it once was, Red moons and black petals In distant sight. It’s nighttime now. Although your face sits in the sky Like the moon, twinkling gray Somewhere beyond the stars, The day is much too young To wash away the dust Or guard your eyes against The lips of a dying love Like a raw cut waiting To scab, to mold over the memories Lining the blood you tried to stanch. But it’s too late now, Too late to lie in the trees Red with sweet clay Sometime in the mourning light, Too late to count minutes As they’ve wrinkled past years, Too late to tell yourself That you can still stitch together The broken seams below the patches Of the skin you’ve shed. Time bought you long ago, My love, And sold you To the wardens Of burgeoning eternity. Their horns wail loud And only you can hear their sound.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Wardens of Time
These kids did run around playful in chat, the stories they told when bedtime called and eyes meant closed shut. Nannie came in, my littlest ones, eyes are for closure for dreams to fill your mind, now rest my smallest kids. Morning my little ones now breakfast time greets, drink your milk and chew you greens the most important meal indeed. Now go brush your hair no knots need be seen, my little kids presentable and clean. Now out and play stay close to me. Inquisitive young ones, seeing things never once seen. always wondering from sight till nannie does call and running their seen. *"Sweet dreams my kids now I hope you brushed your horns and cleaned your teeth,* So smart are these kids of mine, nannie smiles as each one she kisses as eyes slumber to sleep. I'm such a proud mummy who does love her kids.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Kids And There Nannie
He reached for the rose, but forgot about the thorns He reached for the beast, but forgot about the horns He reached for the future, but forgot about the past He reached for the journey, but forgot about the quest He reached for the sun, but forgot about the burn He reached for the knowledge, but forgot what he'd learned That light without darkness simply can not exist Like the possessed without an exorcist One without the other would have no value With is you cannot argue
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
He Reached But He Forgot
Appreciation is showed for the marching band by how many horns are honked while cars drive by on the nearby road Or almost stepping on small baby Toads on the walk to your car In the middle of the night Sleep deprived It's okay, we wouldn't want it any other way
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Car Horns
Nestled in a gyroscope of allotment, haybail and heath is the scenery of my solemn country. The skyrise, hollows. the dripping fat of the land. The cities have boomed and they're beautiful. Like open roses they're garlands of wire, pylons and street-lights. A thorny crown on a girl in a nightclub. They're blistering they drink, kiss and drink. And all the while we live with whispers splashed like blood in a gutter. As murmurs pumped through the strip-lit veins of an office block. Its a life where prayers are mist on train windows. When we walk we check our reflection in car windows and we're beautiful we run our hands through our hair knowing we were babies born with horns for this. When we ride its over railroad boneyards, the sleepers are metal teeth locked in asymmetrical laughter at everything at everyone at nothing. The skies are a psychosis of sunlight, clouds, vapour trails, it's heaven and we're bent at the alter, our shadow on the crypt has horns.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Born with Horns
The acrid smell of darkness "Permeates me" I am surrounded by the skies Of hell fire, Brimstone, Sulphuric, Odours Breathed as if air Burning with each inhale, This is a place of eternal penance Why do I sit on a thrown of spines Those around grovel Hungry as if to taste my milk, I look down, hot coals are under foot My thrown room blacker than sin, I am jested towards the window, Torture, Screams, Souls Bound to instruments, some scream in Redemption, why'll others ask for more, Broken, crazy lost souls that once Screamed as the souls now bound to "Smouldering coals" I glance as heavy doors open, Skin, Bone, Muscles Entwined with black stitch No words permitted, As stich tightly woven Upon blooded lips I felt enticed at her vulgerness She approached as if to touch my Hand, I Repelled, Declined, Opposed Her advances, I cut in to her muscle she moaned as if ecstasy, As black droplets burnt upon the floor "She again ushered towards my hand" I let her grip as she cut the Stitches From her bleeding lips, "I smelt her breath" A thousand souls decaying within her, Breath Exhaled,   Putrid, Odour that was irresistible, Lips meet, flesh burnt and the Mists of what was clarity was ushered away, My reaper of souls beauty of the underworld I tasted with that kiss corruption, hatred "He who shall never be named" "At his tricks once again" "I sit o my throne of spines" My horns ignite once more The light that shined briefly now Extinguished, Smothered, Obsolete Feelings from a place one stood upon, "I am that which others need to fear" As all will pay for this "Moment of Clarity"   As I engulf souls, redemption Is for above, below there is just hatred and misery
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
Satan's Moment of Clarity
The acrid smell of darkness "Permeates me" I am surrounded by the skies Of hell fire, Brimstone, Sulphuric, Odours Breathed as if air Burning with each inhale, This is a place of eternal penance Why do I sit on a thrown of spines Those around grovel Hungry as if to taste my milk, I look down, hot coals are under foot My thrown room blacker than sin, I am jested towards the window, Torture, Screams, Souls Bound to instruments, some scream in Redemption, why'll others ask for more, Broken, crazy lost souls that once Screamed as the souls now bound to "Smouldering coals" I glance as heavy doors open, Skin, Bone, Muscles Entwined with black stitch No words permitted, As stich tightly woven Upon blooded lips I felt enticed at her vulgerness She approached as if to touch my Hand, I Repelled, Declined, Opposed Her advances, I cut in to her muscle she moaned as if ecstasy, As black droplets burnt upon the floor "She again ushered towards my hand" I let her grip as she cut the Stitches From her bleeding lips, "I smelt her breath" A thousand souls decaying within her, Breath Exhaled,   Putrid, Odour that was irresistible, Lips meet, flesh burnt and the Mists of what was clarity was ushered away, My reaper of souls beauty of the underworld I tasted with that kiss corruption, hatred "He who shall never be named" "At his tricks once again" "I sit o my throne of spines" My horns ignite once more The light that shined briefly now Extinguished, Smothered, Obsolete Feelings from a place one stood upon, "I am that which others need to fear" As all will pay for this "Moment of Clarity"   As I engulf souls, redemption Is for above, below there is just hatred and misery
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No matter how fast or how far  she would run  her mind was coming slowly undone she tried to escape  from the pain from the sorrow fearing the promises of tomorrow knowing that everyday was always the same putting on a mask trying to stay sane but faster and faster unravled her mind walls slowly cracking waiting for  the time she finally breaks and lets it all out the screams the hatred all of her doubts and no one will know where it all came from the happy sweet girl you knew was gone and in her place stands broken stands torn the girl that was inside now showing  her horns
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
Unraveled
I let the hate overtake me like a bull chasing a fool, my horns focused deep into your chest, my anger becomes my tool. Taking a step back I can see how much I really hurt myself, I feel so gone, am i sadistic or something far beyond and more wrong? Watching you bleed, I still feel nothing but hatred in myself so I'll peel off your face and separate you from your spine, I can feel something clinging on but its just too hard to find. Perhaps this is an act of greed or maybe i'm just a monster that needs to feed. You're so deceiving, you throw around trust just to see how long it takes to rust, you're so misleading, you laugh in the face of your creation before you give a slow castration, you deserve all the pain your receiving.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Bull Chasing A Fool