Blackout

Escape
One more match, I swear, Eyes are heavy, hands still move, Victory or sleep?
By Cai Foxabout a year ago in Poets
Nightmare In Man
In darkest hours 'fore dawnlight wake, A shadow stirs, a form does take. Not beast, not ghost, not creeping fiend, But nightmare born in flesh unseen.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Facing the Sun
Driving into the sun Am I on the run Or just welcoming what I’ve become No longer in my sleep On to a better world One filled with nature and joy
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Back to Caladan
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Truest Version of Me. Content Warning.
I drown my pain with a shot or two, Lost in a life where sorrow grew. Confused and broken, I roam the night, Seeking answers in the fading light.
By Cai Foxabout a year ago in Poets
The Suitcase is Heavier Now
I wake in the dark, mouth thick with last night’s ruin, lungs tar-coiled, tongue drowned in copper ghosts. Whiskey-rancid breath blooms in the air,
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Poets
Breaks from the Note-Taking
Don’t excuse a thing; they laugh. A dirty gesture that festers…and pardon the rule breaks, the cursive demands it. Zero filter from quill to page. Never one for unique-looking words, so the Daemon powers through my Zombie form, so if they’re going to do the work……
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ Whispers of the River The echoes of old days still whisper In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch
By Adnan Rasheedabout a year ago in Poets
Leave The Boots On
It’s never a bad time to leave the boots on, remembering our happiest moment and reviving feelings that once died in hell.
By Abyssalgrooveabout a year ago in Poets
The Ice Specter
It is a specter, a shadow, a reflection, a branch falling from a fir tree. Near the blue fire of winter, speaking with any undead
By Abyssalgrooveabout a year ago in Poets
Why Don’t We Look Deeper Inside?
Few people see the true interior of another person. We are often guided by appearances and power, forgetting our values and principles, sometimes failing ourselves.
By Abyssalgrooveabout a year ago in Poets
Be Grateful Today
We begin by seeing a bubble, a reflective layer, without thinking about what its moving aesthetics transmit. In the tunnel full of carriages, watching
By Abyssalgrooveabout a year ago in Poets