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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Battered
The loneliness is a violent thing Leaving bruises like lipstick marks on my throat. It's a cruel thing too, clawing across my memories
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Heretic
Where did you bury all your children? Under the cross of the great myth. Down by the river underneath Venus's light. . I cannot find their bones, caskets, or funeral bows.
By Silver DauxExclusive • about a year ago
Mute
I'm mute, unable to open my lips and let the flood roar. It doesn't stop the waves crashing against my teeth, Doesn't eliminate the tide pulling my wishes to the tip
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Gone
Sometimes I look up And see a red sky you'd love, But you're not here now.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Drinks & Black Magic
Bodies should stay well beneath the soil Even if death is as fresh as autumn rain And the magic in the blood hasn’t yet spoiled.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Frosted Over
Stuck in the pattern of frost and freeze, There is still a lingering hunger warming The beast living in the cavern of my belly.
By Silver DauxExclusive • about a year ago
Smoke & Mirrors. Content Warning.
Oh dear God I've lost my mind. I am hungry for more, For satisfactory, For licking the glass ceiling, And crippling myself with pretty debt
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Sunset Pain
Bleeding sunsets cry Honest tears about the day's Impossible pain.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
I Long To Be Chained
I could taste the regret on your liquor-stained lips Pricked by the thorns of the forest you rushed through To pick me up, peel me off the muddy ground, and resurrect me.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Galactic Hunger
Let me at it! . I am starving on a celestial level. The roar of my stomach growls Through the cosmos. Look at the stars and how they wobble!
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Leave It Closed. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I wrote it on the best piece of paper I could find with gilded gold edges and everything. Suppose you'll be pissed that I ripped it out of the back of your special edition Tolkien. Ah, well. What's the use worrying now?
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Horror
Gumdrops
Dewey was growing out his hair but it looked good on him. He had the right bones for it. A handful of Dots poured into his mouth, tumbling in a waterfall from the small cardboard box. He had the right face for someone whose favorite candy was gumdrops too. Slightly psychotic but eager like a puppy.
By Silver DauxExclusive • about a year ago