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hom1c1dal-queen · 2 days

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#spread love #mrnobodyelse #jesse #frasi poesie #sero #dm for more #siren #centaurette #dark poems #footlover

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ice-dolphins · 15 hours

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#domsub fluff #dark poems #selfworth #mod post #polyamorous #thank u #ninties #leptebe #druffi #hypnotic

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vampressart · 5 months

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#dark souls #dark aesthetic #quotes #gothic style #gothic #loverquotes #dark art #darkness #lovers #dark romanticism #dark poetry #dark poems #goth aesthetic

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vampiresdark · 9 months

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IG: vampressart

#poems on tumblr #dark poems #vampire aesthetic

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splattered-ink · 6 days

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Leave.

(please dont.)

I don't want you here.

(please.)

I hate you.

(i need you.)

You're so fucking annoying.

(don't listen to me. please)

Get away from me.

(I'm so sorry.)

I don't need you.

(i do.)

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ghostybat00 · 4 months

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My desires to just tear your skin and appreciate every beauty of crimson drop and flesh It gives me the beautiful feeling of love as red as you organs.

Start with elegant movements, I savor every beautiful piece of your soft skin in my mouth.

I know our love is so deep and connected that now I will have a piece of you forever, dear.

I head excitedly to your beautiful chest cavity, gently with my hands I tear off your delicate and whitish bones, with a numbing delicacy.

Your beautiful heart is exposed to me, pumping blood as red as our love so deep, that soon apart from my lips it will be in my mouth and stomach.

Then I turn to your red lips and I kissed you so passionately that I tore off your beautiful skin on your lips, how delicious.

Now your kisses and lips will be with me forever.

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cxndiedvi0lets · 1 month

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A Ghost of My Former Self.

TW: Dark Metaphors Ahead.

12/10/23 10:49 p.m.

I lay down at the rest of the comfort of my bed, I stare at the pale light, illuminating my ghastly figure with a tear streaming down my face as I'm pleading for the holy ghost to come down to open its heavenly gates to wrap it's warm embrace around my cold body.

I sulk, pleading asking for something that can't be touched or seen but only felt as I am surrounded by the keys of a stingingly bitter escape. I gasp to reach out as I replay the moments of what I am grateful for rather than what I'm asking for.

I've seen ghosts that whisper its haunting murmurs into my ears, but only to find these lives are reminiscent figures to my past as an illusion or a plead to be understood.

I wept as my eyes began to shut itself, my tormented ghost remaining my flesh; my soul's chamber.

A black hole that had begun to grow from the darkness to fill in that empty void. craving, seeking, and finally, I let go.

I wake up from that feverish inferno, only to wake up next to a weeping infant, begging to be coddled without a thought.

I lay next to its crib and wept along, holding it tight as I looked up the crumbling ceiling, finding cracks and rotting wood forming moulds from the rain crashing down a hole as I watched the stars through it while it twinkled my tears.

I find a voice of an angel weep as I got up, and it's silent as I dwell around my home and fix my complexion in the bathroom mirror as I washed my face and threw up all my teeth on the sink. As the water runs down my face, I only see a translucent image of my youth that hadn't wrinkled or ever changed.

In its purest forms adorned in rotting flowers with a large cardigan holding her cold body close only to find that she had become a ghost.

I'm dead. What now do I continue to live a life I do not have? I don't know.

I questioned myself as I walked past the rooms, which played different voices on each broken record player.

A home should be a place for a sanctuary. In this case, it is my room. Only to find out I've been a bird who's been fed without realising it's living in a cage as it indulged to the free materialistic figures surrounded itself with toys, food, water, shelter and a cage.

If the cage opens, the bird will only yearn for freedom and fly, far, far away and never to be seen or to return ever again.

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bluemartiann · 2 months

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I can’t write

I haven’t in a while

All I do is torture my mind

And save my heart

I distract

And fall apart

I see then sleep

And feel,

My feelings are something I put on the left burner,

Every morning when I’m making myself

A cup of tea.

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maxdamax · 10 months

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dont you get it?

i just wanna be loved mom,

unconditionally.

no matter what happens mom,

i want to know for sure that

you will be there mom.

no matter who i choose to love,

i just want acceptance mom.

didn't you raise me to love people,

no matter who they are mom?

why don't you do that for me?

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vampressart · 2 months

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#dark aesthetic #quotes #dark art #gothic #darkness #dark poems #darkpoetsociety #dark poetry

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coffeexxcigarettes · 24 days

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AFK

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Blood hits the back of my throat,

Filling my senses with urgency.

I lean forward,

My shoulders trembling with

Memories.

I'm not in the bathroom of my home,

I'm in that living room on 4th street.

Your boots hit my ribs,

With white flashes of heat.

I can feel the wall,

I can hear myself gasping-

And then I'm back in the bathroom.

My ribs are sore,

Shivering in my body.

The blood splatters my sink,

My lips pale.

I look in the mirror-

I am 26 now. And I am safe.

I am safe.

x

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loveletterstoadirtybastard · 3 days

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Skeleton

Your bones are cold. Let me warm them with my skin. Let me wrap my being around you. Let me become your flesh.

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yail13 · 1 year

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Bruises upon bruises

He left me black and blue

A single mistake shattered my dream

The sound of steel still echoes through the darkenss

Empty eyes staring up at the sky, the smoking car, and the stench of wine.

My childhood stolen, slipping away from my fingers like loose sand

A deal made

A bride sold

A man has his rights

And so begin the solemn hours

A decade passed, smiles turning false and brittle

Society moved faster, knowledge behind their eyes

None dared rise against the demon

They trembled under his gaze

As I tremble under his touch

Then you came in like a blazing ball

igniting a spark I long thought extinguished

Hope flickering in the darkness

Your gentle touch a sharp contrast against the harshness

You noticed that everyone had

But you did not turn away as others had

You stood against the demon like a knight

But I am no damsel in distress

From porcelain to ivory to steel

With your silent courage

Your presence in the shadows

I took the knife

Flesh parting as butter

His skin had never felt so sweet

With Gasping breaths, and disbelief

the demon turned to boy

A broken shell, he was no real man

For men don't take they earn

And those who take they fall

You looked at my blood-soaked gown

At the madness dancing in my eye,

At the body still warm

And you smiled

#dark poems #poem #poetry #dark #dark poetry #writeup #dark writing #fantasy #dark writer #fiction #abuse #dark writeups #darkness

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harmonyhealinghub · 6 months

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Edgar Allan Poe: Unraveling the Mastermind who Revolutionized Horror Shaina Tranquilino October 28, 2023

When it comes to horror literature, there is one name that stands out above all others – Edgar Allan Poe. Born in 1809, this enigmatic American author left an indelible mark on the world of literature with his dark and mysterious tales. With his unparalleled ability to delve into the depths of human psyche, Poe's work has forever transformed the genre of horror, inspiring countless authors and filmmakers over the years.

Poe's Unique Style:

Edgar Allan Poe was a master of creating an eerie atmosphere through vivid descriptions and chilling narratives. His stories were often characterized by themes of death, madness, and the macabre, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. Unlike other writers of his time, Poe refused to shy away from exploring the darker aspects of human nature.

The Birth of Detective Fiction:

Apart from his contributions to horror fiction, Poe is also hailed as the pioneer of detective fiction. In fact, his character C. Auguste Dupin was a precursor to famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot. Stories such as "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" and "The Purloined Letter" showcased Poe's keen analytical mind and introduced readers to deductive reasoning long before it became popular.

Psychological Depth:

One aspect that sets Poe apart from other authors is his exploration of psychological depth. He delves into the darkest corners of human consciousness and exposes our deepest fears and desires. This penetrating analysis resonates with readers even today, making his works timeless classics.

"The Tell-Tale Heart," for example, showcases how guilt can drive a person insane. The narrator's obsession with a single eye reveals not only their own deteriorating mental state but also serves as a metaphor for humanity's hidden sins lurking beneath the surface.

Legacy in Poetry:

While primarily known for his short stories, Poe's impact on poetry is equally significant. His haunting and melancholic verses have become celebrated works in their own right. Poems such as "The Raven," "Annabel Lee," and "The Bells" continue to captivate readers with their lyrical beauty, evocative imagery, and exploration of themes like love, loss, and the inevitability of death.

Influence on Contemporary Horror:

Edgar Allan Poe's influence on contemporary horror cannot be overstated. Countless authors, filmmakers, and artists draw inspiration from his unique style and themes even today. The dark atmospheres, psychological depth, and twists that have since become synonymous with the genre owe a great debt to this literary pioneer.

Poe's Legacy Continues:

Despite facing personal tragedies throughout his life and enduring financial struggles, Edgar Allan Poe left an indelible mark on literature. His work continues to resonate with audiences worldwide, captivating us with its eerie charm and immersive storytelling.

Edgar Allan Poe forever changed the world of horror through his masterful writings. His ability to explore the depths of human fear and obsession has influenced countless authors who followed in his footsteps. From his chilling tales of suspense to his introspective poetry, Poe remains an icon whose legacy will continue to haunt our collective imagination for generations to come.

#Edgar Allan Poe #Horror #Horror Revolution #Gothic literature #Master of Horror #Poe Influence #Dark Tales #Macabre Genius #Literary Legend #Dark Poems #Dark Literature #Dark short stories

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fireydemonlordskullkeeper · 6 months

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Of one and of many/choices of mortality Poem- To grow. To live. is to struggle To fail. But to fully submit. to be shackled by singular idea or Ideology of one. or by many Is to die in blind ignorance. To blindly follow without disagreement. without a bias Regardless of one’s self. Was there truly no option? no alternative? Is that not a betrayal Of one’s free will? Not having the option to disagree? The choice is. and will always be yours…...

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