Blackout

Breaks from the Note-Taking
Don’t excuse a thing; they laugh. A dirty gesture that festers…and pardon the rule breaks, the cursive demands it. Zero filter from quill to page. Never one for unique-looking words, so the Daemon powers through my Zombie form, so if they’re going to do the work……
By Willem Indigo11 months ago in Poets
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ Whispers of the River The echoes of old days still whisper In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch
By Adnan Rasheed11 months ago in Poets
Leave The Boots On
It’s never a bad time to leave the boots on, remembering our happiest moment and reviving feelings that once died in hell.
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
The Ice Specter
It is a specter, a shadow, a reflection, a branch falling from a fir tree. Near the blue fire of winter, speaking with any undead
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
Why Don’t We Look Deeper Inside?
Few people see the true interior of another person. We are often guided by appearances and power, forgetting our values and principles, sometimes failing ourselves.
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
Be Grateful Today
We begin by seeing a bubble, a reflective layer, without thinking about what its moving aesthetics transmit. In the tunnel full of carriages, watching
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
Dark Reflectión
The year is almost over; embrace the loved ones by your side. Having a united family is having infinite divinity. We continuously complain and hate each other, acting like a bullet in Russian
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
The Novice of Akelarre
Camouflaging like a venomous snake, waiting for the moment to inject its poison, separating your heaven from your hell, leaving
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
Apocalypse of Environmental Behaviors
We are like fire; the higher the temperature, the more we disintegrate everything in our path, losing control and trust.
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
Angels Of Filth
I just woke up in a black hole feeling what I once left aside, trying to get out of it but I can’t; anger churns inside me.
By Abyssalgroove11 months ago in Poets
I met my younger self for a coffee date
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets