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I redid a poem, but the original is quite long. It’s nice to see that I’ve improved, though. Original is first.

**Original: Blindfold
Lovely at first,
It was so peaceful, so very peaceful
I lay next to you while you tell stories
I lay next to you while you lie
I grasp you in my arms
But I wanted the affection

The world is crashing down at my feet
My friends are exploding from your possession
Their bodies lie in front of me
Tears cannot express how I felt
Your black hole surrounded me
Taking me in its jaws as you laughed

Can’t ignore the horror I’ve been through
Stabbed me and watched as the blood gushed from my flesh
As I lost my colors you grinned, grimacing at my innocence
Pinned me down, tied me to your hideousness

You put a blindfold on me, keeping me hidden
Describing the world as you painted images for me.
As my world spun around, so did my head
Lost sanity, lost my kindness
The monsters in my vision are almost as bad as you
Pitiful am I to you?
This world you describe seems so wonderful
You let me live in it blindly

Carried me through life since I was young
Teasing me like a child
While I followed along with your scheme
Laugher comprised of terrors
What is this my eyes leak?

Why must you go?
It’s so early
I need you to guide me through this life
This world you made from your hands
Forced me to do terrible things in it

Can’t ignore the horror I’ve been through
Stabbed me and watched as the blood gushed from my flesh
As I lost my colors you grinned, grimacing at my innocence
Pinned me down, tied me to your hideousness

You put a blindfold on me, keeping me hidden
Describing the world as you painted images for me.
As my world spun around, so did my head
Lost sanity, lost my kindness
The monsters in my vision are almost as bad as you
Pitiful am I to you?
This world you describe seems so wonderful
You let me live in it blindly

Am I that pitiful to you that you must do this?
Misfortune must love me
Almost as much as your abusive hands do

1/7/2022

**Redone: A Brightly Blind World
Endlessly haunted, destined to be pitifully left
You sucked my tongue, blood veiling flesh
Those vibrant colors I used to see
Melted into nothingness by broken knees

Sores and bruises invite your hideousness, I succumb
Mouth foaming and suffocated by tingling numb

Wrapping a defected face in bandages and cloth
This corpse of an exterior, devoured to rot
Describing the world, your sick tongue twisting
Suffering in torment, a new world from your wishing
Painting morbid images of the world
Clotting and bruising, blood curddled
Stripped of disgusting innocence,
Blessed with a hateful kiss
Licked clean of impure kindness,
Living in vividly dark blindness
This that you have created is dreadfully wonderful
A revolting twisted world splattered colorful

12/10/2023

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Bathtub Tranquility, Deaf Abyss
Twitching from suffocating fear
Dreary footsteps snuggle near
Under the water, head gone down
Choking in self hatred and doubt
Hear these morbid thoughts, I drown

11/8/2023

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Short things:

Lying next to me in the grave
These cold fingers I could not save

Regret suffocates the guilty mind
Content powdered, teeth grind

Cockroaches from the ground inch up the spine
Licking a hollow eyesocket, imbedded in the mind

Whip the knuckles, slit the tongue
Imbedded in skin then staples undone

Peel the skin off, it is not mine
Morbid satisfaction, blood shines
Remove the sickness encased in flesh
Fresh ichor that I must lovingly digest

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Declaration of Impure Angel Audacity
This angel in my dreams said
I would be more beautiful if I bled
Invite in the morbid ideas
Blushing, my knees are a mess
Fester in the bathroom to stare at the marks of feelings that subside
Wondering what it would really be like if I died

Fa fa fa fa falling deep into the abyss
Loneliness gives bite marks and a kiss
Don’t let it sway,
Don’t let it run away,
Keep it here to stay
The angel in my dreams tells me such wonderful things
That life without pain means there would be no earthly sting
So why feel at all when I can live without?
The angel smiles brightly and I have no doubt
Fa fa fa fa falling deep into the lies
This sticky feeling I’ve come to despise!

9/8/2023

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A haiku:
Blurry red seeps down
Mindlessly holding the knife
Why are they surprised?

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Stalking Crow; Warm Corpse
Ah, these feathers are coming from me
The bleeding roses gnaw on my knees
Your dripping heart seems so enticing to my hunger
Your soft flesh and gentle demeanor I wish to devour

The crow and the corpse are dancing,
Lasting and dancing
The crow and the corpse are enlacing,
Masticating and enlacing
Its beak wants to succumb to the decadent corpse eyes
The corpse devoured tastefully; the crow regretfully cries

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The Whispering, the Scratching
The laughter will not silence,
rotten to the core
No droplet of compliance,
bitter to deplore
Undying noise, scratching annoyance
ears growing sore
Hollow stimulation, a mirage of imitation
A heart that is no more

10/2/2023

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Agony Medicine
Your tongue and mine, it’s criminal
Lack of regret is morbidly cynical
This sickness of mine has become clinical

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Destruction of Moon, Unaccountable Sins by Creator of Dreams
The Dominator of Moon with the Creator of Dreams,
The Portrayer of Sun with the Creator of Freedom
White eyelashes, a lifeless gaze that used to gleam
Encased in glass, a limp head invited by boredom
Hidden in the transparent coffin to be mourned
The unforgettable actions of the sinful
A brightly shining moon that used to be adorned
The desperate pleads of the wishful
Such disgraceful behavior that can never be forgiven
The Dominator of Moon sleeps endlessly
Vivid dreams that one once colorfully envisioned
Morbid tremors, gazing at the stars breathlessly
The sleeping heart, a life quivered and shaken
Shamefully regretful, bright eyes that will not awaken

A Bright Night for the Future
My dreams paint hopeful
Licked by dead living color
Clasp pale hands, wishful

Those Whispers in the Moonlight
The sunlight is mournfully dancing,
veiled by pitiful sympathy
The shunning stars are watching,
bright dreary eyes staring vividly,

Such hauntingly curious somniphobia.

Regret drips, crying silently
from a hyperventilating mouth,
Hideousness provides company.
desperate to sleep, rest without,

Such hauntingly curious somniphobia.

Library of Dreams
Flipping through pages, empty harmony
Twisting blue hair pale with anxious trepidation
A throbbing heart that morphs without corruption
Moaning darkness, haunting abyssal manifestation

Sleeplessly fingering crumpled pages
The welcoming library is painted of the stars
Scouring for a desperate solution
Gazing out longingly into the moon from afar

Leaking eyes, disgusting unrest swirling
A gasping smile escapes the anguished impure
Accidental creation of hatred
Nightly devoured knowledge kissed a cure

Past Forlorn Tears and Silent Forgiveness
How the Moon slept beyond the stars
The silent and lonely Dream’s memoir
A motionless quiver in a gouged and pierced heart
Caressing dry white eyelashes, one unable to depart
Standing hopelessly beside the glass coffin
A damaged delicate nature that will forever soften
The breathing heart, a life relinquished and shaken
Shamefully regret, bright eyes that embrace and awaken

Note:
The structure for the poems in order:

  1. English Sonnet
  2. Haiku
    4. Quatrains, xaxa

This was a concept I made a few years ago.
There’s two main characters here as there often are in my work. One is “Dominator of Moon,” the other “Creator of Dreams.” They’re really just fancy titles because I like making them. One controls the moon, the other is lower than that and controls the dreams. The lower ones, which would be Creator of Dreams, act as messengers for the higher one. However, that same messenger sinned which caused their higher one, the Moon, to sleep forever (quite literally, not a metaphor for death). They’re encased in a glass coffin so they can still be observed. The poems tell the story after the point of the sin committed and the one trying to find a “cure” for the Moon.

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wren_wyn,

Your poems are deep, creative, and elegant. I love how you included the note at the end. It gave me better perspective as I re-read your work. I must admit there is a word or two I had to look up to know the meaning. You must be very intelligent. Thank you for sharing.

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Thank you!!!

I try to add notes at the end to explain my writing further since I don’t want it to be misunderstood. I probably have to work on it, but I have a tendency to hint at things or leave things as a whisper so the reader can figure it out. My writing tends to be blurry in a way.

I’m really not that intelligent, but thank you again. I was trying to find inspiration for a poem which is why I looked up phobias and happened upon somniphobia. I enjoy using complicated or big words since it adds a whole new layer of unknown.

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wren_wyn,

That’s awesome. You are obviously very creative and mysterious. I think choosing words that are unfamiliar is a good way to add to the value for your readers. Your poetry allows a person to film a movie in their thoughts. Keep it up.

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Thank you again. Writing is one of the only things I’m good at so it’s relieving to hear that it creates almost a movie in your mind. That’s the intention, really.

Using unfamiliar words also helps in poems. For example, instead of saying “the smell of freshly fallen rain,” you can just use “petrichor scent,” or something along those lines. For short stories or anything like it, it adds more interest if the words aren’t simple. It adds more emotion with the use of only one or two words rather than many. I don’t know if that makes sense, I’m kind of rambling.

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That is definately a word I have to look up the meaning.
Your reasoning makes sense.
Looking forward to reading more of your poetry.

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I’m working on a new collection now. 2/4 done, but I may add more. I will add more. I also have to edit it so it might take a day more or two depending on my motivation.

Just thinking about it excites me, ahah. I do hope it’s enjoyable, though, it is a tad bit dark in an elegant sort of way. Ah, well, all my writing is dark.

Oh, and I wanted to mention that I keep a document full of words I like which helps if I need a word quickly and don’t want to ruin my flow. A lot of the words come from other things I read, but I’ve had words come up on pintrest before, too. I like Edgar Allan Poe.

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Nice!

You said, “I like Edgar Allan Poe.”
I knew it!
Cool.

Enjoy creating. That is a really good stress reducer.

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It is vile and sickening, no true beauty
Scrubbing skin off the bone is a duty
Stripping oils from fingers, when will they mend?
Scars inflicted by a disgustingly selfish hand

The bacteria are spreading
Suddenly hyperventilating
The viruses are multiplying
Exposed and now dying

Please do not succumb to the impurities of the world,
Tarnished with filthy stains smeared and blurred
Even though your slim fingers are just as dirty,
Whining as the soap will not work, reassure firmly-

I want to hold them in mine

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Black Cat Syndrome
Your prolific use of hideous profanity
matches your pitifully draining sanity
Living in a world where intuition
is cowering against superstition

I am bad luck so stay away from me,
the black cat scratching at your knees.
I am the umbrella you opened indoors,
the ladder you walked beneath before.

Your humbled fake act of innocence
brash and dishonest compliments
Living in a world where intuition
is cowering against superstition

12/28/2023

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The Shadows that Stalk

I see things that are not real
Fallacies turn truthfully surreal
Hyperventilating behind muffled lips
A dampening hand, shadows that kiss
Hauntingly clear silhouette crawling at the edge
Freezing numb back pressed against the bed
Waltzing a dance, a movement of fret
Wondering what I did comes regret
Lurking around the caressing corners, cannot hide
Faces grinning with morbid satisfaction at night

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Dreary Night of Purple Hydrangea Euphoria Delusion

Kiss the Moon with a Whisper Goodnight
Blessing of the wind at midnight- night, night
Around the petal corner blooms terrific fright
The desperately solemn Moon births a forgetful light
A silently lonely and afraid Moon; it wishes for demise
Whispering at midnight- “night, night”

Neglected Eyebags Blossom Dry at Night
Superficial sleep that extends forever
Nonexistent blessing for lasting endeavors
It is unrestful and found unsatisfied
Purple Hydrangea weeping at midnight
The world is not bright without Sun malice
Lurking in the shadows, drearily powerless

Midnight Gabi Nacht Waltz, I Stalk at Night, Night, Midnight
Dragging a body, the weight of a personal corpse
As light as the Purple Hydrangea, hidden in lack of remorse
Statutory and overnight words mandated by the Moon
It remains; satisfaction seems to never come into bloom
A plethora of indescribable pressuring fissures chilling
Waiting for the birthing kiss of a purpose fulfilling

Defiling the glorious Purple Hydrangea,
Morbidly delicate euphoric mania
Those filthy fingered petals; destroying the past
Pruning the days of mourning; it will never last
My fingertips are unclean so I stalk at night
And I hold my knees close, “Night, night, Midnight”

1/18/2024

Note:
@beauty4ashes.loved, you can ignore this but I said that I was making a new collection of poems and that I’d be done soon. It’s been almost a month. Oops…

There are multiple “characters” here: Purple Hydrangea, Moon, it, and Sun. It’s no more than fancy words to make things complicated. Everything except Sun represents me. Sun represents bad memories, bad people, bad trauma, etc. It represents the people that hurt me. In the poems, the point of view “changes” from Moon to it, so on, so forth.

The poems and the meanings are supposed to be complex and hard to read/understand because that is how I feel both personally and from an outsider perspective. It’s a mess, it’s a tangle of everything. It could also be up for interpretation.

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