Darkside

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Soup

Sylvia Plath Vibes

Soup

She sat in her darkened kitchen on her old chair
reflecting on what went wrong?
why did she...

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We have fallen asleep on a...

We have fallen asleep on a train

We have fallen asleep on a train that isn’t our own and we are not alone
Driven and tricked
...

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She A Nasty Girl

Stay in your lane

She a nasty girl...
She got venom in her bite...
She that toxic kind of toxin.. that makes...

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AGITATION!

can't sleep, won't sleep!

AGITATION!

Agitation—Argh! The rage builds steep,
I can’t even dream, I’m deprived of sleep.

They pump...

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They got the whole world in...

They got the whole world in their hands

Worth north of a trillion dollars,
(plus or minus a billion dollars here and there),
the...

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Grim reapers grime

Grim Reaper's Grime...

In the shadows,
he creeps,
unseen by the masses,
The...

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Haunted House

Haunted House

Greetings from my haunted house,
A spiral journey of the mind.
Prepare oneself for...

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Amasser of All Dark Things

I am
a collector
of moments ..
things
that inspire
and those
...

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No Comment

not everyone's Valentine gives them roses .. this is in...

Sitting there like that
with knees to chin
and blond hair strewn
still damp,
...

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The raven caws

The raven caws

The raven caws, leaving
me speechless beneath its nest.
Words rise, but remain locked
...

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Dark Alchemy

Dark Alchemy

Brimstone malodor in halls
Noxious bottles align walls
Belladonna in caldron brews
...

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Deaths Transformation

Deaths Transformation

Transforming of energy that exists not knowing its destiny
Life changing as it grows and ages it...

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Phony Bologna

Phony Bologna

He’s a nice guy!

If they only knew, he really doesn’t exist.

He pretends to care, despite...

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The Limerick, Pennsylvania...

The Limerick, Pennsylvania Nuclear power plant siren wailed

yesterday at 1400 hours December the fourth
and probably broadcast further
east, west, south...

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We Haven't Got The Energy

We Haven't Got The Energy

Not like the old days, prefer to stay around and laze,
we've moved on, reluctantly, entered a new...

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The Demon's Sight

the demon, the soldier

The Demon's Sight

The dream, the demon
The axe, the soldier
The wind, the night.
The fight
...

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The Shades

Everyday it’s the same thing.
I open my eyes, I just want to cry. I don’t need motivating.
I...