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"Help Wanted. Enquire by calling."

- 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

Son Of Mayhem And Diphtheria

- 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

Cornish Hen

- 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

Marlboro

- 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

Faints Low

- 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

To Much Caffeine

- 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

Puppeteer

- 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

Barren Waste

- 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

The Fiddleback

- 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

Wings Come Sweeping

- 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

Dark's Karaoke

- 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

Cloven Dark

- 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

Twilight Burning

- 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

End Game

- 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

The Waking Dream

- 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

Rose

- 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

Lucy Rises

- 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

Her Portrait

- 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