#darkpoetsociety

[vampressart]

[chthonic-empyrean]

I think I've come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am.

— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[999lcf]

We live hanging by a thread, but we enjoy the bliss of the abyss, oh mother and father of Chaos, oh mother and father of hell, make us fly, penetrate the barriers that chain our false being, I love sunsets in the sublime Luciferian pragmatism. @witchcraftsa. (NOTMYIMMGINE) immagin from web

[nathaluna]

🪰🪰🪰

fungi.

[bellaj1977]

Misunderstood Hanging by a thread Gathering impressions Cast about by ill guided perceptions Significance a torn down illusion Needle and filament brought forth In your need to revamp eloquent What you consider mutilated distortions Fragmented specimens Severed from the host's core Rupturing each artery Till you distinguish the complication Affected puzzle of contradictions Soft supple words convolute Obstacles ridden in anamorphic aggregation Apocalypse of the four horsemen Deeply rooted to my soulful motivations Stitches begin roughly changing Inch by inch you institute a formulation To repair what you decry as afflictions Pieces of my life worth noting Only in the abstract of my humiliations Deleting each overture crafted By the sabotaged reality You insinuate is my legitimate contagion Rearranging in misguided reconstruction Strength of my survivor attitude Presumed a regrettable defective Calamitous sewing begins imposturous Modifying my authentic cognizance Till what remains once accomplished Is a skeleton of disregarded innocence

Jessica Bahr

[umamawrites]

she's a ten but ultimately she's in alternate universe sipping warm cup of tea reading poetries to match her soul while the breeze within the wintry rain kiss her burnt cheeks.

[cyramountain]

If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.

— nikita gill

[kirkshiresloss]

Sometimes I feel like this has all been a sick dream.

That you and I only exist on astral planes

Where love is plentiful;

Yet miscommunication runs rampant.

Seems to be a loop in time

and neither one of us can break

without losing the other

Tell me,

Am I what you stand to lose?

Is there another thumb

that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand?

How many nights have you went to sleep without whistling?

Is there any love for me left,

In your arms or in your bed?

Because I fear my soul has lost its splendor

To even the devil himself.

I have nothing left to offer in exchange for your love,

But my own confusion.

-kirkshiresloss-

(Kerouac's loss)

[hermitletters]

I am too afraid of the sun

for

I always was the daughter of the moon

-sea

[skyeblustuff]

perception- vexations and yearnings

my mind screams words-

weeps acrylic,

bleeds ink,

and all the capillaries are overflowing with lead.

poetry, prose, tales and laments…

i am yet to perceive the true meaning of such words;

and how they have become a part of me

but I will not yield from unleashing

the vexed parts of me that reside alongside

the yearnings and benevolence.

_skye

[cosmicbirch8]

[vampressart]

[chthonic-empyrean]

They'd sell the sky if they could.

[999lcf]

O terrible night that tortures my fears, do not turn away with your cold gaze, at least in these moments of boundless oblivion, to tear apart my disastrous future. Eternal is the beat of the hour that marks destiny, in a place called nothing or everything, in an ambiguous and doubtful thought where we continue, sometimes certain, and sometimes perplexed, on the long journey towards the apotheosis. But I love you, o icy darkness, because from you everything takes shape and substance, to lead me beyond the garden and thus become immortal (lucifer)

[nathaluna]

Sorry for the delay.

Presenting: 🐦‍⬛ The Murder 🐦‍⬛

[devinetheory-2]

Watching you slip away

So many times

A slow death to my soul

Like a cancer to my mind

The remedy to my pain

If I was only blind

The memory of your face

Takes me …….

Lately

And I miss your warmth

Baby…

So tired of trying…

And maybe

Someday

In some way

someone will save me

from my crazy…

…and I guess

More or less

Im more fucked up

Than I thought…

And I cant find the receipt

To take back

The lies

That ive bought

And theres no safe place

For me to hide

From my thoughts

Hoping desperately to find

Someone with

a heart like mine

that can pick

My locks

Make the lies stop

On the edge

Thinking fuck life

Right before I fly off

At the same time

Trying not to be an outline

In white chaulk

the cradle to the grave

Is like Rooftops to sidewalks

Nobody left alive

You can find

Cut from my cloth

Unrefined thought

Try to sign off

Why not

Anything to shut

the lights off

In my box...

- Devine Theory