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 Singularity
It is hindsight that creates my vision. Hindsight that swallows these saturnine words of mine. Hindsight that has inadvertently created the end
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Dreaming Die
There is no hope for me And my army of dead dreams. Look at them, My valiant soldiers loyal to the end Holding rifles, pistols, knives,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Bleak Shores of A Bad Heart
I wanted to be near you, Cuddled on the chest holding your precious heart. I wanted to lean into pretty dreams And lap up the silvery liquid
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Nightmare Fuel
Your dreams don't interest me, But your nightmares do. . I can see them smoking in your eyes, Hear them throwing fog
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
In Whispers
I wonder where I will be When the solemn breath of the emptiness Puffs over me. . Will the fever have broken, The delusions of greatness gone?
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Play
Reset your password. I stare unblinking at the flickering cursor and the line of empty space in front of it. I knew it was coming. The email filtered in one week back very insistently describing the process (and necessary steps) of changing it. The usual why it was important. Internet hygiene and all that.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Fiction
Sibilant Dreams
I dream in sibilant tones, The rush of Merlin's waterfall and The dissonance between your yesterday, The hollow spine of my empty tomorrow.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Strings of Night
Strings . Wrapped around his fingertips, Digging trenches along his corded neck, They squeeze until pink turns red and red bows
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Empty Cup
This cup was once full. Curls of white steam lifting from the black surface Rippling with breath and the tremble of nervousness.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Lost In The Soil
Sink, sweet dreams, into the soil. The wet black soot of the Earth Hungers for your bones. Sink, gentle soul, into the deep ocean.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Spoiled Milk
The milk is spoiled. It sat atop the counter for minutes, Hours, Days, Under the burning, slanted light Filtering through midday into afternoon into evening
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Scarlet Oak
[It exists. The silence, it must still exist.] . I cannot dive to the bottom of the seas, Nor can I breathe the air atop Everest.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets