"phantasma" poems
The visitant frequenting
The dreams of my slumber
In the hours of darkness
Appeared yet again
His face was obscured
By dazzling luminous colours
His aura bled
Deep in the trenches of my viscera
I feel as though
I have been breathless
For a thousand lifetimes
Awaiting his arrival
Hypnotised by the mystique
I felt his soul converge with mine
The phantasma I adore
The skeleton key opening me.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
black moss, early morning
smoke egressing an open window
leaving behind a forest of desert trees
phantasma collecting in the shadows
of the eastern suns first hours
like a cowboy returning home late
it is everywhere, it is everywhere
it is okay to believe in magic
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
how have there been nights creating space
a vault of valued silver neck---lace play button play to me
toy tutorial: how to choke me and it is hours after midnight
i am alone in my room uncloaked my pictures upon tiny tiny windows i like to lick the blood out of the slits
grow slimes after midnight like a snail click click the right things and sadden
can i sink my fangs and hydrated as it is
a wet house all of the wallpaper ruined of bottles and of men
i hate that feeling when i put my head down and that is the last thing there is nothing nothing no struggle no bodies and legs
all anger aside i must admit
me all nails and fury me all small fit below the waist die gaily then
has anyone read anything on free will or has anyone stayed or left or has anyone survived can i lend out my own copy of free will two pages high look up the line across my back have you tried to follow me before foresting in motion
**** me in my feelings i have been begging the new moon for a new moon but IT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME
IS THERE ANYONE I CAN HIGHLIGHT IN PURPLE AND OR IS THERE ANYONE I CAN PUT MY BACK AGAINST WHO IS WILLING TO LAY A FINGER ON ME
AND I FEEL BETRAYED should i always be banned
me me in shadows i am aware i have gotten dark i have not given permission for deep-rope-denied-roulette-gratuit-whir-phantasma
EVERYONE ON THIS SLUMP STAGE IS HIDING THEIR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH ONE TO ONE TO ONE I CAN NEVER SEE THE FACE THE FACE HURTS TOO MUCH IT IS THE RED FILTER THE EXPENSIVE ONE AND I CANNOT USE TOO MUCH OF IT IT FALLS BEFORE ME I BREAK MY KNEE-CAPS THANK YOU THANK YOU IT WAS WONDERFUL
my name is ssssss-sweetness all of a sudden
i stand before you and i am so mad i want to break your face-jaw neck-jaw your everything-jaw my name is pinky pinky and mutilation is satiric and narcissistic GO BECOME SICK OF IT AND I WILL SICK AND **** YOU AND THE HINT IS IT WILL CHANGE NOW THE SMELL IS AWAITED and the blood will be beautiful
and will be replenishing i give me another three months do you like my invention please jealous you until you open again
the demon does not possess me and does not wish to thus i received
in a letter from hell thank you thank you it was miserably ethereal
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
*A tomorrow draped in murk
Domiciled in the moons shadow,
Recoiled
I'll betray my chemistry
To quell the the ache
Congealed at my feet
off the path of reason
These winds casting me
Adrift
To rest my bones
On fleeting conscious
The phantasma of bliss
Trails my blood
Lulling the deafening
Sounds of calamity's foreboding
This spent gift of reprieve
Acidic destruction brewing
In the tip of fingers
Break to bloom
The lingering everblack
Subduing daybreak
Recoiled in nevermore
Biting my tongue
Holding tales of anguish
Beneath my tenuous breath*
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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In the damp morning streets of my mind
a smell of words so foul
phrases that bind
and forever hidden underneath a dark cowl
Walking neath a hollow sky
a living, breathing, stone-cold vaul
as a lovely darkness constantly spills over my mind's eye
but never reaching thy heart, this empty hall
Words luminous like stars
reflecting on the sea below my feet
my mirrored self gripping onto bars
this is where truth and make-believe meet
I ask the Great Ones to give me the wounds
I ask for those that I deserve
Waited to bleed for many moons
this body is eager and so is every nerve
I cannot live another day
living of the starlit night
hiding my sole purpose away
this fragile human shell, my endless fright
Is this my Anathema?
I feel endlessly accursed
This mind's life is nothing but a phantasma
and it seems nothing can collect what has once been dispersed
Am I not dead yet?
Is this not dying?
I was not hit but still I bled
Why have you taught me how to be death-defying?
Blinded by what is illuminated
I'm always drowing in the space between
a warm light that has faded
and a bright and terrifying fire burning so keen
So just finally set my flesh ablaze
break through this agony, a heart so tame
let this sea of blood erase
and overflow this frame
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Wildest one,
Your reins tighten the air
molding foreign
phantasma
into gorgeous sunlight,
I don't know how you do it
But I've never cared much for answers
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
I believe in saying things out loud
To me a thought is an incomplete bargain
Unsealed until invited
to the world of the living
With a voice, a sound, even a gesture will do
That’s why it’s paramount
To say, ‘look it hurts right here”
To say, ‘it’s been 11 years, yet to me you’re always in the next room, through the door past the kitchen’
Do not let your grief bother the ghosts
A thought unsaid lives with the phantasma
And one shouldn’t haunt more alive than dead
-UV
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC