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"lightlessness" poems
So often you vanish in the dark,           my fair weathered friend. Although it is there where I require you the most,           my reminder of a silhouette existence. I will become my own shadow, no difference between me and lightlessness. I expand like a riddle in your thoughtless mind.
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Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC
Shadow
. A chain of lights lead off into the distance, illuminating little but so bright in their own world. Along an old animal track to a standing stone ancient in peaceful repose, a family sigil, weather worn by time, proud of its place marking the passing of aeons. The light blinks out and darkness falls like a drape of lightlessness, and the Crest crackles, miniature lightning caressing the old frigid stone. Waiting. © Pagan Paul (16/06/19)
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
Grave Expectations
Something in the places where Sunlight doesn't fall Looks up with eyes pale from Lightlessness, And wonders About the meaning of roots so Weak they Only serve to keep it Down from windborne flight. Useless anchors; Tears from the blind in an Empty room in a house where Nobody cares. Something in the places where Sunlight doesn't fall Withdraws; dares not dream of Warmth from rays as sweet as Mother's love up Above. Forgetting: All you can touch, you Can climb. Darkness is owner of Nothing
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
Darkness is Owner of Nothing
waxing streets a maze of affluence Those spots of hidden lightlessness blockade a fear So few can hear, shadowed an paired The gentle raps slide close behind A soft rustle the only hint Breathes quicken as footsteps follow A burst of slick fear the final taunt Sudden claws wrap around the soft flesh The neck bared to chilled midnight air A shock smothered screams Cruel fingers tear away shields of appearance Barren and defaced, fast harsh strokes rip through the night ****** lips whisper nothing A rustle is all that tells of a loss the click of steps recedes into a gathering dawn
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
Untitled
. Oh! wicked vicious blindness, pleasant part of darkness, Softly called sightlessness. Your symbol is blackness, Oh! wicked blindness. . Bearing the least resemblance of white, Stagger and stumble becomes ultimate, Best friend turns to be the dark night, Lightlessness's the only thing you await. Oh! wicked blindness. . The very moment they become blind, Then, sight declined, death affined. they begin to see the never seen, For them, the seeings go no theme. Oh! wicked blindness. . My only saviour is the Ear, No ground for delight in ****** why?. Sorrow is all I hear, In both physical and spiritual. Oh! wicked blindness. . Hello! To all the sightless fellow, Known and Unknown in sorrow. With you, I do feel the pain, With Maker, we'll break the chain. And the lightning sight, we'll regain. . To hell with the wicked, vicious Blindness.. . Okoye Chikamso (Mr_Focus) .
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
BLINDNESS
With wings removed he falls through midnight’s sky Tumbling toward a dying earth Screams of anguish lost within winds tongue His fall is observed by none but I A layer within the cloak of the night I watch A sheet within the blanket of darkness I listen The fallen's hate washes over me as he passes by Coating me in emotions of lightlessness Removed from Shallows above Leaving a streak of darkness in nights sky As he reaches earth below A cry is raised above nights wind I look above to an eclipse of lightlessness A myriad of wingless tumble through the sky The apostate seraphs to join their master below An endless cry of agony tears through my ears As one they reach the dying earth below Their fall shatters the planet to pieces Its heart is broken Its blood soaks the fallen
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 11:49 PM UTC
birthofhell
It's 1:21am. And I would've still been on the phone with you, had it not gone all wrong. Now I just lie in a mattress of emptiness & an ambiance of lightlessness. Listening to lyric-less piano chords remixed with the memories of you and me. And how we used to be. I hope that someday, Just as every overplayed song on the radio, This melody will fade out. Never to be heard again.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
How we used to be.
it's 2 am and she is inhaling lightlessness black oceans through the veins like the sky without the moon comforting her through his loneliness because her eyes were shut, swallowed the stars into the heart and dimmed the glow like unlit glitter turning into dust.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
2 am
In darkness I stand Into lightlessness I dip my hands My eyes glow from lies contained My hands twirl a blade sharpened truth Sliding the dagger across fragile skin Feeling my life pour out from within My life separates into separate strands Blue, Red, Silver, Black Blue for emotions frozen into ice Red for love I cannot make disappear Silver for a God that should not care Black for my soul that houses nothing good They coil around me Surround me in light Flicker And go out Course ropes of darkness surround me Mockeries of what was inside me They pull themselves around my throat Bind my hands, legs, and feet Tipped by a gust of silent laughter I crash to the ground The earth slowly consumes me Pulling me into an unmarked grave Though long before I am brought to suffocate below The cords around my neck remove me from consciousness There can be no awaking Already dead and brought within a dream was I Where am I to go? When after life all I am able to do is die into another night.
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Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 10:25 PM UTC
dieintonight
it's not the sound that you miss or the view or even the touch or the lips or the sound of the walking shoes rushing forward in a stamping blitz halted by the shadow's looming lightlessness its not any of this what you miss is knowing knowing that you're not standing next to the wind or particles drifting through your hands- but knowing that someone is there and they have no plans of going-
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
-separation anxiety-
how do you solve a problem like grieving? i sat in a dark room for two and a half years listening to old tapes of conversations with a dead person. it was cold and unkind and thick with melancholy and i couldn't find the door in the blackness and i didn't call for help and i didn't try to fight my way out. it was horrible but it was comforting, somehow, because i could tell there were other people trapped in other dark rooms with other unshakeable sorrows, even if i was alone in mine. and it was getting worse. i should've been getting better, adjusting to the lightlessness, feeling around for the doorknob. but i was sitting still (and maybe going blind, too) and here's the part of the story where everything gets better ...almost. a ouija board grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her and it was the last thing i expected. and a ghost my ghost spelled out his name and said hello and i have never felt so at peace. he said he missed me and that he was happy now and my heart was floating in my body and i was crying, as always, but they were the happiest tears i've ever cried. oh my GOD does it feel good to have your soul quieted after two and a half years of unrest and things you never got to say and times you flaked on plans that you wish you'd kept and laughs and hugs and it wasn't all fun and games, when he was alive. it was talking him down from panic attacks and praying he wasn't hurting himself anymore and faith that he would thrive if he gave himself the chance. it was the loss of innocence and the search for innocence all wrapped up in the same two shared bodies. we both tried our best. and my heart cracked in a hundred places when he left how do you solve a problem like a dead best friend? i still don't know. but a ghost by his name sent me love through a ouija board and told me to get my **** together, just like i had told him when we were in the same world. and it's almost three years and i miss him just as much as i always have but i think i can handle it now at least a little better. maybe next time i see him we'll be scarless and innocent again, or maybe we'll be just as ****** up but there's peace in knowing the reunion is coming, no matter what form it takes. . . . for lucas, my heart. see you soon enough.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
innocence: a family reunion
how do you solve a problem like grieving? i sat in a dark room for two and a half years listening to old tapes of conversations with a dead person. it was cold and unkind and thick with melancholy and i couldn't find the door in the blackness and i didn't call for help and i didn't try to fight my way out. it was horrible but it was comforting, somehow, because i could tell there were other people trapped in other dark rooms with other unshakeable sorrows, even if i was alone in mine. and it was getting worse. i should've been getting better, adjusting to the lightlessness, feeling around for the doorknob. but i was sitting still (and maybe going blind, too) and here's the part of the story where everything gets better ...almost. a ouija board grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her and it was the last thing i expected. and a ghost my ghost spelled out his name and said hello and i have never felt so at peace. he said he missed me and that he was happy now and my heart was floating in my body and i was crying, as always, but they were the happiest tears i've ever cried. oh my GOD does it feel good to have your soul quieted after two and a half years of unrest and things you never got to say and times you flaked on plans that you wish you'd kept and laughs and hugs and it wasn't all fun and games, when he was alive. it was talking him down from panic attacks and praying he wasn't hurting himself anymore and faith that he would thrive if he gave himself the chance. it was the loss of innocence and the search for innocence all wrapped up in the same two shared bodies. we both tried our best. and my heart cracked in a hundred places when he left how do you solve a problem like a dead best friend? i still don't know. but a ghost by his name sent me love through a ouija board and told me to get my **** together, just like i had told him when we were in the same world. and it's almost three years and i miss him just as much as i always have but i think i can handle it now at least a little better. maybe next time i see him we'll be scarless and innocent again, or maybe we'll be just as ****** up but there's peace in knowing the reunion is coming, no matter what form it takes. . . . for lucas, my heart. see you soon enough.
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