Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

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Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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The Grizzly
I am peeled apart by this uncontainable joy, This explosive, hunger passion that can rock The concrete foundations of a city that runs
By Silver Dauxabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Curls
My lungs hold hot springs. The steam puffing from my lips Warms the wings of moths.
By Silver Daux2 days ago in Poets
Winter Tatami
It's warm underfoot, Unchanging despite the cold. The dance makes the heat.
By Silver Daux2 days ago in Poets
Speaking Rules
If I could meet my younger self, I'd punch her in the throat And hope That the pain would linger. Maybe it would keep me
By Silver Daux3 days ago in Poets
Ice. Top Story - January 2026.
Peel the lore from me Until I am nothing more Than creaking pine branches Groaning under the snow, Waving in the arctic breeze.
By Silver Daux4 days ago in Poets
Embers
"Glad I got that going for me," Lax muttered. He stoked the fire, shifting the stick uncomfortably as a spot of wood rubbed against his palm.
By Silver Daux11 days ago in Fiction
Glaciers
Would you do me the favor of burying me in the ice? Tuck me to bed, just for tonight, under this sheet of Ice and snow and barren, arctic nothingness, won't you?
By Silver Daux18 days ago in Poets
Take Care
How could you be gone? So sure that I've left? Haven't you? Is that what you think this is? What, like it isn't a colossal joke?
By Silver Daux25 days ago in Poets
Poor Quality
I miss the subpar. The low quality, The... Ugly, unbalanced, out-of-focus, lopsided attempt At perfection. The programming has stolen the imperfects from me.
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
Beneath Snow & Soil
Cathedral eyes haunt my dreams Spilling red light through the gaps Wounding the structural beams Already splintered by this weight,
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
Corridors of Thought. Top Story - December 2025.
Intersect me. Split me open In the center Of the old forest Where witches Went off to die And wizards Howled through
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
Like A Flu
Shadows slip between lips parted in shock, Mouth open in a way wanton and willing. There is a beckoning whisper moving through
By Silver Daux2 months ago in Poets