- As the Grim Reaper feeds me crackers in death before the dawn of eternity of ghosts on the earth's terrane with the resurrection of a Gothic spring echoing the fears in a silent tureen waiting for ...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 21 Apr 2021
- A thousand years or more sweet to the tongue the jugular... silencing the lutes of the nightingales as another shadow passes... upon the stairs but no one is there just quotes... a lame poet a...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 11 Apr 2021
- Once upon a midnight kiss, the shadow fades. Now only a memory of a broken mirror blighted sordid, and so I pray. Putting to rest the fog or mist, for I am but a troubled smile. When the time comes, ...
By: Adagio |
Category: Micro Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 10 Feb 2021
- Between kisses and heartbreak and the stains of caffeine twilight reflects my ecstasy in endless nights and foggy sleep raining down my ink of chaos my pale blue of poetic lavender in my death's h...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 09 Feb 2021
- Beneath the cypress knees and the cadaver's hearse as dark shoots the rapids of my veins in this ostracized pickle called death feeling the eyes of the worms touch my soured age of the gothic sage...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 07 Feb 2021
- Intoxicated by the night's velocity the withers of twilight brings. Like a string on a bobbin of a cello. Darkness is unfettered to reign in your emerald green eyes. With your lips of crimson-red mac...
By: Adagio |
Category: Micro Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 30 Jan 2021
- Pulling at the sinews of the cold's dark furnace, of death's little grey speckled rigmarole, with the smoke of Hell rising from the obituary pages, beneath, "Help Wanted. Enquire by calling," sign...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 0|
Added: 19 Jan 2021
- As the chill of death came over me and me in my pj's of detox. In my gadabout as a social chameleon. Changing spots, and offering the pox. Honing my quill with a double edge samovar spewing my rot. O...
By: Adagio |
Category: Flash Fiction |
Score: 5|
Added: 17 Jan 2021
- Spawning the dead with the night's lilliputians. When I was but a loose nail in a granite garden. But a corpse must grow too dark heights of blue veins and all those lovely things. That tickle the bo...
By: Adagio |
Category: Micro Fiction |
Score: 0|
Added: 27 Nov 2020
- Sentinels of the flickering night in a cold corner of my cozy mind scratching the sulfurous match from my mind's dark humidor listening to vespers screaming fleshless with Rosary of bones scratchin...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 23 Nov 2020
- In dark, I ask for no forgiveness for the wrought of my iniquity as the twilight faints low and then came the screaming over my withering sanity of the chameleon's shadow a trick of the light as ...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 0|
Added: 06 Nov 2020
- It was an early rise, that I drew back the curtain on the autumn's frost. Watching shadows in the sky, of madmen on carousels. Realizing, I was losing my sanity. "Or, was it too much caffeine?" My ...
By: Adagio |
Category: Flash Fiction |
Score: 0|
Added: 06 Oct 2020
- The imps of twilight light upon a broken stitch of life's hypocrisy and death's sewing basket the thimble be mine and thread be strife like a puppeteer in Hell from gothic shell two steps from Sodom...
By: Adagio |
Category: Musings |
Score: 5|
Added: 24 Sep 2020
- Splendid light now growing dim 'neath twilight on moon's rim over dark rivers of pale veins of barren waste as we kiss throbbing to the veil flooding earth tone bones of the torrential night ove...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 13 Sep 2020
- In my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery a place where no one knows what is up there but the ink drips with my typos and my thoughts scroll a thunder. As the fiddleback chasuble pushes dusk...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 0|
Added: 08 Sep 2020
- Peacefully sleeping, my wings come sweeping beneath the gleaming moon, doom creeping to lit upon your marble stone covering bones drawing closer, ever near, knuckles clicking over your pale chest, y...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 26 Aug 2020
- Shallow the light in my mind's labyrinth with talons of picador wings like a voyeur peeping at a fetus of Michelangelo's David Festering in the womb night of uterus hanging by a thread in balsa...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 06 Aug 2020
- To the ends of the cloven dark not of earth her bosom locks from her uterus well worn where the night is born as the torrent of winter calls rising of the tempest beat beneath the cold Medina...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 0|
Added: 04 Aug 2020
- Diddling with my crazies, phantoms, twilight burning, on the edge of my infirmity. Trying to hold on to my soul, scratching with my fingers, the weevils in this deep hole. Damn! this place is l...
By: Adagio |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 03 Jul 2020
- John strode across the bustle of Piccadilly, the wide road alive with people even at this late hour. He was glad to turn his steps towards home and to disappear into the huddle of dark streets that w...
By: henrietta_fielding |
Category: Supernatural |
Score: 5|
Added: 20 Oct 2018
- London, Spring 1816 He clearly remembered when he first became aware of a hint of unease; a sense of otherworldly darkness. Before then in his life, of course, he had moments of disquiet in terms ...
By: henrietta_fielding |
Category: Supernatural |
Score: 5|
Added: 27 Sep 2018
- Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sig...
By: Piquet |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 20 Sep 2011
- I thought they buried you in the snow Last winter-- but, pray, was that me? Curious, how I’ve nowhere to go, But pace the graves at half past three: Mysterious ‘tis, where goes my mind These bleary d...
By: PrincessCelia |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 12 Aug 2011
- In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, ...
By: Piquet |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 4.8|
Added: 27 May 2011