#cryptic poems

[crowsofseven]

and if the stars and the sea were never to meet

then maybe, just maybe

they sent us to meet in their place

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[bloodsoakedheretic]

Little Doll

When he smiles, he calls me Doll Baby.

When he’s upset, he calls me Dollmaker.

When he wants to kiss me, he whines a title he’s so fond of being called.

He calls me his Master, his lover, his darling little Doll.

I don’t deserve to love him, I don’t deserve to crave his laughter or his voice, but seeing him so happy in my arms makes me crave to kiss him to cherish him, to lay with him for all the hours I can...

I love my little pet, my darling little puppet master, my sweet puppy.... and I will continue to do so until our time is done.

@assbutt-of-the-readers

[hamlacey]

i would kill for that thrill of first love

[insidejoke1124]

Let my thoughts pull me downwards Through the water but never drowning Where I can breathe easy And my tears fly upwards Let the worlds be at my fingertips And friends never far behind A home no matter where I go And a dream that never ends

[lucille-hadeles]

when im alone and either horiffically depressed or having fun, my brain just starts shifting to thinking in like, cryptic poems. id share some here if any of them made sense to me afterward. like what the fuck is "man speaks in their own form of god's drunken mumbling". hello????

[sbpstudios]

Webs of Sparks (part .1)

i laid in the water, still dark and empty. gentle waves way back and forth from chalk shores. above a cacophony of colors and lights shined like luminous opal.

as i laid in the still water. i hear nothing, i felt nothing.

empty.

hollow..

numb...

i could not feel a thing. i laid in the still, dark water. i could not feel a thing. like my soul has left my body, drifting in the space between life and nonexistence. i heard a voice. started as a vague whisper, deafened by the waves of the dark, still water. the whisper grew.

echo.

reverb..

overlay...

it was never one voice, but a well of voices knocking in my head. speaking meaningless words through the water. i feel a hand on my back, then on my shoulders. soon, hands grabbed every which way.

held.

restrain..

pulled...

i felt myself sinking in the water, i tried. with all my might. too open my eyes, though i had never closed them. i tried too wake, too return to the opalescent light and the pastel chalk shores. but all efforts were in vain.

the door opened...

[hamlacey]

the world feels so big, and i feel so small

[hamlacey]

if i had my time again, i would do it all the same