#nightshade
Barbed wire disguised as a sanctuary.
Decay in the comfort of a garden full of foxglove.
How long have I been sitting here?
Nightshade sure looks pretty
When it’s far away.
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC
I had told no one
Where that speaking plant rose;
For, it bent where no eyes could look
And where the woods became a mirage.
It led to where Daphne took,
And where the butterfly seed would ride.
Sent from a moonlit breeze
near the noxious smell of the tide.
It grew in marsh where all rested still, separate from time;
Where, the digits of the woods can grab you
and the Green Lord wears a Henbane Crown.
So watch where you step when you are among my kind.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
My wound is fresh
My words weak
But light my pipe
And words begin to steep
It’s a slow burn
Betwicks the tobacco and me
the nightshade can’t last
My thoughts they burn
The smoke is a manafestation
It’s shows how things burn inside
So much for the fascination
Of a future I prized as mine...
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
Sweet bitter tastes touch my tongue,
Turning knots of nothingness.
Regret, relief, repose, rewind-
Take a poison-
Ease my mind.
Calm me down now.
Soon, there will be no pain.
Little toxins leak tenderly
And I feel better.
These kind chemicals
Was over me
Like a wave of pure water-
Droplets fall from the skies:
My eyes.
Cries, and sighs.
Breathe a last breath,
We are all ok.
Take this vegetation,
Take life away.
A nightshade salad,
My perfect deadly nutrition.
Swallow down those berries,
Eat the flowers and leaves.
My favorite plant
Will appease
The emptiness inside of me.
Deadly nightshade-
Belladonna.
The purple beauty of
Dreams of death.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
Read this and absorb my soul. I’m rotted with wisdom as I travel through a grayscale world in which every living thing wears a frown. Morbid and alone, love is nightshade and agony is pleasure. Distopion, tyranny and oppression. This place is corrupted. I need a pen so that I can further depress myself. I scratch out the bad ideas as if the ones you read now are good. Scratch me, scratch my pen. Walk across my thoughts, lose yourself. Run across my thoughts and your soul will pour from your mouth and my demons will feast upon it.
END
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
belladonna it seems that you're deadly
such a beautiful name for a deadly plant
belladonna erase my pitiful existence
take my pain away
let me wither away
I cannot stand this hell any longer
take me away
belladonna
atropa
night shade
death
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Poison only tastes like poison
After you swallow it
Too unfortunate
To admit
You've been murdered
Before you're dead
You know it's only a matter of time
Before you're coughing up red
This is your nightshade
Your parasite
Your venom
Your kryptonite
You know the harder you fight
The harder back - the poison will bite
Don’t slow down
Do take a breath
It’s the last time you'll breathe
Before your death
Or refer to it as “eternal rest”
To try and ease
The tightening in your chest
So panicked
So manic
Feeling entirely frantic
Uncertainty
With urgency
But you were poisoned purposely
And you know without a doubt
Who set out
To knock you out
You'll look across the room
You'll feel it in your veins
Your eyes will lock with hers
You'll overflow with pain
It burns you from the inside
Nowhere to hide
She's filled with pride
Cuz she knows
She's the one who murdered you
And she also knows
That you know it too
The reason was clear
Why she put the poison in your throat
And when she kissed you
She knew there was no antidote
She leaned in close
So you'd hear the words that she said
And from what she whispered
She was pronouncing you dead
Suddenly it occurs to you
That with the venom on her lips
She will die too
Cuz love only feels like love
When you're falling into it
And poison only tastes like poison
After you've swallowed it.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
My heart is a place
Where a garden never grows
I need your sunlight
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
She was my own Atropos.
Eyes dark like belladonna's berry.
Her breath gave me life,
Her shears were slowly closing.
I waited every night for Atropa Belladonna,
But flowers only bloom by day.
I knew that she could never be
Mine only...my Deadly Nightshade.
So I let her go. By day, she is another's.
But only 'til the midnight hour...
When I am hers and she is mine.
And the night is forever ours.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Once, there was a girl
Who was pitiable,
Poisoned by the demons
Of the nightshade.
Unable to cope with
The fact that the world
Was against
Her tiny broken heart
She plummeted
From the tree that once
Touched the Round Moon.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
This heaviness in my chest is a grim room.
One cherished by a fool,
something that will never come to light.
It is a constantly dim room,
never lightening,
only strangled into night.
There is a lone rocking chair
in the room, cast out of yew.
My madness here is aplenty
and my silver thoughts a few.
My heart is made
of gray rotten walls
and deadly nightshade.
Maybe one day,
when a certain light
passes though the curtains,
I will walk out the door.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC