"tenebrific" poems
Foggy perception
Tenebrific moments
A long tunnel of
Uncertainties
Makes journey’s askew
So near, yet, so far
Never ending maze
And a blinding haze
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
~
*Salvation comes with a price--
Pried open doors,
choir songs of fingerdust
resurrecting goldrush,
and a pretty little
cromulent called whitewash.
New century martyrs
have risen up to burn books,
and quotes,
and tongues,
and every contrariwise thought,
--is this intuition or inquisition?
What ascends is trapped within
tenebrific clouds,
returning to barren ground
when it rains unholy prayers.
They don't crusade for you or me.
They contest for dominion and mastery.
Those who believe are mooncalf.
This torchlight of intolerance
sends out skyrockets,
and away it goes!
trending on your homepage:
Past generations
burning at the stake,
at the hands of sinners clothed as saints,
in cathedral oblivion,
dismembering their future
in the blood of their own children.
Amen?*
~
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
There is a line
between
pain and
pleasure.
But when that line blurs-
When the pleasure overthrows
your inhibitions
and the pain numbs your body,
When pain becomes pleasure
and pleasure becomes pain,
how do you know when to stop.
I glorify it.
I crave the taste
of the sickness.
of the disease rippling across my skin,
boiling in my veins
and flowing through my blood.
Is it Healthy?
I love you,
I love it,
but is it healthy
To walk the streets at night
in constant fear
not only of what lurks in the shadows
but of you too.
Anorexic bodies
falling all around us.
Mine included.
Skinnier by the day,
yellow nails chipping and peeling,
grinding of the teeth
to procure a never ending headache.
Pale skin;
cold to the touch
from lack of circulation.
Weak in your arms
an intoxicated mind
and a heart struck through with daggers.
Blasting screams
and beats
to block out the world
and create a throbbing in our heads.
Your freak show;
My guilty little pleasure.
So sick
So satanic
So tenebrific
So twisted
so disturbed
so disgusting
so beautiful
so broken.
cradled by poison,
hold me in your arms,
a monster in the shadows
with thanatognomonic eyes.
With my thanatophobia
You manage to keep me alive.
You do it to feel the pain,
as a confirmation that you're still alive,
But I do it to feel nothing,
to feel all this pain
all these repressed emotions
disappear.
Overall we do it to stay alive,
and shred away
our pitiful sorrows
one by one,
piece by piece.
For inch by inch
we come closer
to meeting the same
fate
of our cold,
useless,
easily forgotten bodies
lying on a metal slab.
Soon to be greeted
by the maltreated Earth.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
i was behind the wheel and you were sitting on the passenger seat. your hair was knotted in a tangled mess and your favorite korean music was blaring over the speakers for the umpteenth time. i watched you as you tilted your head back and closed your eyes, letting the murmurs of the engine and breeze of the night cloud your thoughts. you held my hand and started to hum the lyrics of your favorite song and in that moment we've never felt so much more complete, we were more than invincible. the tenebrific night swirled into a blur of headlights, and car honks, and whispered wishes and stolen kisses, nevertheless, we didn't care, because we were in love, and nothing else mattered.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
You touched my soul and imprinted on my tainted heart,
but I still wonder why you left, without even saying goodbye.
And it often makes me irrevocably disconsolate.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
It's just 4:00 a.m.
I am alone in the balcony
Cold wind giving therapy to my face..
Nature showing its solace.
And i ... Standing still
Breathing fast..
Breaking the chaos and auroras of past ..
It's just 4:00 a.m.
Clouds are heavy ..
My hands aquiver ..
Sky being navy ..
Though tenebrific..
Birds sounding nice..
It's just 4:00 a.m.
And i am able to enjoy my own company..
See how far the moon is
And indicating me it's bravery..
I wonder how lonely it would be last night .. but hushing everyone to sleep more ..
It's 4:00 a.m. now and see i am appreciating it and both of us have found the company
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
Understand that where there is the tenebrific,
there is the lambent.
Their comorbidity is rampant.
But if you think luminosity is dead and gone,
we'll show you the love to go on.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Your memory is a whip my love,
It strikes my heart raw and ******
The halls of my mind ring with my screams,
The simmering steam of my emotion seeps through my skin,
Why so beautiful her fleeing grace?
Do my fingers resemble claws to you?
I never sought but to love her,
Still I sink in failure in this lonely place,
My tenebrific weather returns to hold me,
The clouds of my mind drown me, choke me in the gale,
Storms **** me, but never fast enough,
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
The rain wears on
your limestone skin
as umbrellas are held
off your center by granite others.
I extend a hand
as if you weren't 20 miles deep.
Advertise a cure
and deliver smoke to gasping lungs under the guise.
In this tenebrific atmosphere
I claim to be brave while clinging to my torch.
Endless succorance performed
and answers given from behind glass and across telephone lines.
I only know of the place
where the pace is kept
to the time of constant mizzle.
Perhaps I could spot it on a map, from far away.
How is one in the Fourth
to help another in the Third?
Folly to believe I could stop the bleeding.
Laughable when the scarless comment on how to suture.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
Labyrinth of bridges over the seas of tunnel ,
I get lost in this realm of mystery
Lacerated skin,the pathway for my tears.
Wondering why the sun never shines.
Rains of tenebrific lines,
Reminds me to breath.
Sleep has left this depraved body,
I can see the fog, the souls of the dead,
Someday I'll be one among them.
Glittering sanity brings hope,
To seek the holy grail ,
To make the light come through
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Faint light
and fading night;
The bird sings
its melancholic insight.
Caged inside an absurd universe,
each melody is an unsung curse.
Muffled scream
and shattered dream;
The coyote bids
a disdainful grim.
Fragments of false salvation shroud its way
resulting in an impenetrable barricade.
Utter obscurity
and interweaving despondency;
A dauntless zephyr emerged
from the tenebrific shadows
of misfortune and tragedy
releasing the desolated soul.
This is why suffering sweetens the reward.
"You are my greatest redemption.", she whimpered.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
My shadow's been darker than usual
Causing it to swallow the light inside
Feeding my mind with negativity and cruelty
Blinding my eyes to something that rely
I became a slave of my own whist
Departing from my human existence
The pen became a sharp pointed knife
As ink became a flow of crimson blood
The once snow white manufactured papers
Became a skin of my possessed addiction
A drug that continually giving me ecstacy
Torture seems to be my favorite hobby
Killing is now my game in the chess
Slaying who comes to make a mess
This calignous side of me
Is my new self, my new personality
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
The light fantasia has tripped my ways
I saw it fermenting in it's radiance, imperial, as it sways
Never my fingers touched the luminary egregious examples
I hid myself from their Phundamentalist temples.
Now that shining belongs to a more impetuous self
Lost in their repugnant, lost their personal wealth
A moment in time and space
A fixed moment which time can't erase
That feeling of abandonment degradation
Impeccable defiance for the next generation
Fixed time frigid, derivative of insufferable
Impeccably derived from inner ignorance, impassable
The finality tickets are available at a high lucre
Their souls are tenebrific, insidiously obscure
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC