#darkprose

[twistedroadsofmadness]

The Window Beckoned #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk

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I slipped inside, the window beckoned. Underneath the seed, I sowed a weapon. The time, the tide, I never knew which. The persistence of time, penance for the witch. I opened, it closed, the door ajar. Sunny wisdom given to icy colds. I asked, forgiven, not waiting to know. Hello, a wave was seen. Within me, I be. There is no other, there is no me. I slipped inside, the window beckoned.

[tillyfirefly]

I left the light on tonight.

Because some nights get too dark to be alone in. I feel the crippling sensation inch its way up my skin, and I remember the touch that is long gone. It's absent. It's just memories of him. In the dark of my room, I might pretend he's here still. I would dare to let my mind wander and create a vision of him striding towards the bed. It would soothe the ache for only a moment. Until I realized he's not real. I'm alone still. It's just me in my bed. So I keep the light on to avoid dreams of him.

It works, of course, but only until my eyes grow too heavy and betray me. Because he will wait behind the veil of sleep and in the subconscious of my mind. Or is it the heart that runs rampant in the late hours beneath moonlight? Is this when matters of the heart come out to play? Is each heartbeat another dream waiting to be seen? Maybe that's why our dreams never seem to make sense but feel all too real? We silence the yearnings of the muscle deep within, but when our defenses cease to exist.. can it finally release what it holds deep and dear?

If so, my heart calls out for him. There's no convincing it to quiet or to accept reality. No. It is unrelenting. Hell bent. Never giving up on what felt too real. It'll leave me breathless in the wake of its sweet torture. It'll hurt worse than any other affliction. It'll hurt. So I leave the light on in hopes it's enough to drive it all away. The dark isn't safe. Not for a heart drowning in melancholy rains.

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[bosses-stay-flawless]

Simplicity is as sophisticated as longing for the stars only to find that you have fallen in love with the moon. I go boldly into the night, full of wonder and delight for I am soul, therefore I am light. #shinefromtheinsideout #darkprose #poeticnights

[poetrywithsoul]

motions of an eye

motions of an eye

I wake up like a morose light, struggling to die again. Like hurricane to lost voices, burning alongside with bare chest, bare hands. cease and demarcating the thousands of muted language gushing through my spines and eyes, My widowed palms are oily, lavender diffuser emptied. and i perch on the laps of a sleepless blue continent. This sacred feeling is like a giant whale, eating me whole, rubbing…

[ldpaul]

I remember writing this particular part in this summer when I was 19 (obviously) which was like, fucking yesterday (not literally). I still sometimes feel like I’m not worth anyone’s company because I’m not good at keeping them and I’m not all the way fond of myself. But I’m conscious of ways I can grow better and I’m looking for my worth like it’s lost treasure... • • SMINAD 12 Out now • Link in Bio • Audio: falls - easing nameless (w/ drip-133) • • Another SB: I’m grateful for the likes and follows as I try to shorten these videos and give you some of the gist of the bigger gist that is this chapter. Thank You 🙏🏾 . • • #disappear #writersofig #writerscommunity #poetscommunity #poetsofig #prosepoem #tumblrwriting #rawandhonest #depressed #lonely #darkpoetry #darkprose #random #altlit #randomaltlit #LDPaul #Wattpad #SMINAD12 #dopamine #serotonin #emotionalrollercoaster #moodring #nostalgia #bliss #introspective #reflective #pensive

[nickadiguburke]

"These forests are troubled by an enigma - a haunting presence like no other. I know this, through the experience of my suffering. On occasions, too numerous to count, I have been cowered to my knees by that spectral force. It is a wolf, of this I am certain - a lupine phantom that transcends to the winds of this forested domain. It lays siege to the pines, the forever-green custodians of these ancient (Alpine) lands - those emerald and tan giants, bending, sometimes breaking to the will of the wolf. It, howling and biting with so much ice, so much fervour, that submission is the only choice to be had. The howling and the biting is more prevalent during the dark months of the winter, when the night does not yield to day, and the hare and the stout no longer skip and play. But it is true, I have seen my future in eye of its storm, where I lay to rest, is where the Spring shall find my bones." ~ Nick Adigu Burke ~ #picoftheday #poetry #darkpoems #gothaesthetic #gothicpoetry #micropoetry #bff #karma #Angel #lifequotes #innerpeace #inspirationalquotes #writer #storytelling #songwriting #heaven #hell #onelife #story #theology #philosopher #magicwords #spiritualawakening #spirituality #wolf #darkmind #darkprose #prose #ghost #ghoststories (at Holmfirth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB_rzu7AnIX/?igshid=jhvpm7bvsblb

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[davidwamambo]

#DARKTHURSDAY: FLASHING THE SYSTEM

#DARKTHURSDAY: FLASHING THE SYSTEM

@DavidWamambo Garry lost his faith and trust in you,me humanity and life in general. He had an identity in you,a false identity. He  thought you both related as one, as a united front. But you proved me wrong.  I thought you were helping a brother out. Poor me, could not see the boa like hatred that strangled his spirit. It was deceitful like a crane, he saw you cry and little did he know that…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

Gentle Lapping #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk

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Riddled in red, that’s what the name said. Woven in flesh, bound in sin, opening within, I never saw the last of it. Dried eyes, no tears, jagged rocks beneath my bare feet. He said it would hurt, I told him I didn’t care. I lied as I cried. It should never have been, gloating, smiling, persistent chattering, nothing mattering. A boat not rowed, but sinking…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

The Dark Path, Alight with Fire #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT

The Dark Path, Alight with Fire #NTT #ShortStory #Debut #Microfiction #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #HorrorCommunity #HorrorFiction #SciFiHorror #DaretoShare #IndieHorror #HorrorWriters #ScaryStories

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt… This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday. The Dark Path, Alight with Fire A circle of fire burns around me, a mirror not a door, winding tales upon the kingdom, let the monsters roar. I spit the words before me, chewing upon the fat, craving sinful playthings, a slice of this and that. My audience, a gift of malice,…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

A Shield Against the Fires of Hell #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT

A Shield Against the Fires of Hell #NTT #ShortStory #Debut #Microfiction #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #HorrorCommunity #HorrorFiction #SciFiHorror #DaretoShare #IndieHorror #HorrorWriters #ScaryStories

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt… This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday. A Shield Against the Fires of Hell The fire licked at his heels, the devil’s putrid flesh, it peels, back beyond its humanity, the demented killer within me. A shield of blood, a mask of mud, decaying flesh, deceit at his behest. I dance within the dying days, lost within its…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

Haggard in the Mirror Dark #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT

Haggard in the Mirror Dark #NTT #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #DarkProse #WritingCommunity #DarkFiction #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryOfInstagram #SpilledThoughts #WritersOfInstagram #WritingPrompts #DarkPoetry

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt… This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday. Haggard in the Mirror Dark Its darkness sucked in the light, for the mirror’s edge knew delight. It reflected life without a care, disembodied with a flair for the debonair—it sat, it watched, it waited, counting time, while we hated. Collections of images, moments echoing in…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

A Billion, and Yet One #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT

A Billion, and Yet One #NTT #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #DarkProse #WritingCommunity #DarkFiction #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryOfInstagram #SpilledThoughts #WritersOfInstagram #WritingPrompts #DarkPoetry

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt… This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday. A Billion, and Yet One A billion, and yet one, sitting within the desolate void, becoming undone. I am, or is it was? A penance, resistance, a force of nature, unstoppable. Yet here I sit, wasting away, dying, unbecoming. Did I make this fate my own, or was I just written…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

A Way to Walk #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #NTT

A Way to Walk #NTT #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #DarkProse #WritingCommunity #DarkFiction #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryOfInstagram #SpilledThoughts #WritersOfInstagram #WritingPrompts #DarkPoetry

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt… This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday. A Way to Walk While I walk, I see forgiveness within me. I glance afar, to the furthest star, and still, I see the nature that forsook me—a waking kiss, bliss filled with piss, a savage moon on an endless tree. The cradle worn, the silken dress aplenty. I stepped, I ran, I…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

To Craft My Demise #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #WWP

To Craft My Demise #WWP #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk #TwistedRoads #IndieAuthor #DarkProse #WritingCommunity #DarkFiction #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryOfInstagram #SpilledThoughts #WritersOfInstagram #WritingPrompts #DarkPoetry

Today’s prose is brought to life by the following prompt… Weekend Writing Prompt #377: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 43 words using the word “Reverberate”. I was, so was thee. Words reverberate around me. A song, a sign, images mirrored deep inside. But to sing, to win, to have everything, seemed impossible from within. I fell down, apathy my…

[twistedroadsofmadness]

See My Smile Bleed #TwistedVerses #SpilledInk

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Tossed around, turned upside down, the plot thickens as words are written, and I call it a day. No voice, no say—things don’t compute, a hollow pursuit, worthless and destitute. I crave yet gave a kingdom for time, but nothing is mine. You called out, and I froze as the water flowed, icy and cold, from the hose. Regulated, stipulated—the end, too late to defend. Covered in crimson, we seldom see…