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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Wilt
I will never forget the shame of loving you. Its branded into the folds of my memories, Tucked between grey sheets like the embers
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
D O O M
You just want to turn it off, don't you? This filter that you are viewing the world through, You want to turn it off, close your eyes, go to sleep.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
The End of Free Flight
Clean-shaven and pressed between cologne and suit fabric, Thin as a rail and elegant as a sharpened sword, a metal stick, He stands in the middle of a glass elevator going up to a bleak sky
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
The Chill
It creeps beneath the shadow of night, Straightening the spine of still-green grass And weakening the vertebrae of warm animals
By Silver DauxExclusive • about a year ago
Compromised Revenge
Revenge is a petty form of pleasure Smoked by heathens and sad little men Crippled by insulted honor. . It dusts dirt roads with invisible savagery,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
The Engine Revs. Top Story - December 2024.
I'm tired. Kin, the great city soldier of chaos, is tired. Not enough for the effort of lighting a cigar and pouring bourbon to be exhausting, but enough for the process of thinking to have become taxing. My thoughts, my soul, they rev higher and higher, bouncing first off the red line and then promising to smash through it while I become a machine consuming gallons upon gallons of fuel to keep up with the demand.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
T H R I L L
Most days Rowan knew he and Dewey were perfectly in sync, not a breath or blink out of time. But today was a weird day. And they were not lined up. Not in the slightest.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction
Interpretations
I am never as good as I think But my hindsight is horribly accurate. I stumble and stagger but my limbs, Oh they are the problem, aren't they?
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Dirty Knives
I'm smearing jelly on buttered bread with a steak knife, slathering way too much on top of way too much because if the world is ending, I'm going out with a bang.
By Silver DauxExclusive • about a year ago
Used Up
I'm falling off, slipping into the bleak ether Because I cannot manage a simple hello And all of this, all these words and thoughts
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Until The Blood is Gone
To the point of blood. Any blood will do, any at all. He will chase the birds in the sky Until the blisters rip off, The thorns pierce arteries,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Brain Rot. Top Story - November 2024.
Laughter echoed through the glass walls and ricocheted like a bullet down the smooth hallway. She was laughing for no good reason and the techs knew as much. It was just another daydream of slitting her throat and spilling all those warm red secrets across the floor.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Fiction