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[graveyardbat]

dead sparrow

i found a dead sparrow at my doorstep

i had an inkling it would be there

it’s body was motionless and i could hear it’s cold

but it was there

i felt the right thing to do was to bury it

despite the deja vu, i couldn’t do it at first

but when i picked it up, even though it didn’t touch my hands,

it was cold

my hands were shovels, digging up dirt

the dirt refused to budge, and i bit my lip

who was this dead sparrow? was it here for me?

i still continued to offer it tranquility

it’s foggy eye started back at me as i stood above it’s sorrowful hole

my shadow was casted onto it as if i was superior

but no, not at all

this dead sparrow was far greater

i offered it a rose

not a real one, but a fake

i questioned if it would accept that still

and it said not a word

and as i walked back to my home full of breath

i stared at the blue sky that gained a life

today, my friend, i buried a dead sparrow, i whispered

and the clouds laughed mockingly

now, as for this dead sparrow, it was mysterious

but it was an occurrence earlier in life

you see, i buried a dead sparrow just like it

and a cat ripped it up, leaving only it’s hollow skull

but who were you?

were you a message?

if you symbolize freedom, did you take mine away?

did you warn me of the horrors to come?

your beak did not move, only holding a yellow ooze

and your bones waltzed below the dead grass

i felt connected with you, dead sparrow

but you told me to live on, do not become like me

i dared take the challenge to fly just like you once did

the moment i leaped off the cliff, an arrow pierced through my wings, leaving a hundred holes through my heart and neck

i remained still in the air, and laughed

dear dead sparrow

i named you love

maybe that was what died inside of me

the ground crushed my bones and shattered it, leaving every fragment flying in the air

and as the fragments touched the ground, there they grew a million chrysanthemums

so, chrysanthemum, my dear

you will suffer and suffer until you break your own skull

you will waltz in a ballroom of madness and forget

but worry not, for every fragment you drop of your own self will sprout

you will reborn,

chrysanthemum,

my dead sparrow

[trepidatingboarfetus]

((CONTINUED IN THE CAPTION)) *TWIGGER WARNING* Subtle detailing of suicide, trauma, and assault Graveyards grow into an obsession, the gothic a fascination The macabre is a mollifying second ritual flesh worn at night Death becomes the way to really experience this wretched existence And your suffering is so fascinating to everyone, you whore In conclusion, your soul is what you have left to surrender At this never-ending picture show of all-consuming madness You've pursued this dance so many lives with unmitigated failure These hands would give anything for that smooth texture of metal Just to remember where to position and exactly how much pressure To deliver the final curtain call and all can retire home as they were Wholly entertained by you whilst you were yet upon this soil And you can finally disappear within the blazes of Hell, never to know cold again My first piece on another site. Not quite how @swan_songs_ found me, as that was my next piece -- an older one from college days gone by. This one is from the end of January. My first return to poetry after a sixteen year hiatus. #poet #poems #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrysociety #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poemsaboutdepression #poemsaboutdeath #poemsaboutpain #poemsaboutabuse #poemsaboutsuicide #poemsabouttrauma #poemsaboutchildhood #sadpoems #darkpoetry #macabrepoetry #gothicpoetry #writer #writing #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #spilledink #spilledwords https://www.instagram.com/p/CM_NR-rFGmy/?igshid=1f7n2d0rzfk1j

[arielwrite-darkthoughts-blog]

The Passionate Stalker

From the moment I saw you walking alone, It was as if I stepped into another time zone. The essence of your beauty was like tasting aged wine, From that moment on I knew I had to make you mine.

I wait for you at our spot every day, I learned that you come only on Tuesday. Not once did you glance in my direction, But that’s alright because I feel your affection.

Now here we are my lovely mate, An…

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[witch-of-time-and-letters]

Tale of SistersofLetters.

There Is two sister without parents building a empire of ink and words, they arent for the sacrifice, live Together in the Letters Mannor. Lucielle and Rose both are Just Made from universe dust when they come falling from center of galaxy a lots of stars get down too, it was like begining of the end.

Rose believe in land of flowers cause there humanity recover their vale but Lucielle never do that until the Last days. Rose had ginger hair and eyes like emeralds but Lucielle had Blonde hair and eyes like crystal Diamonds.

Letters Mannor was building for a genius man called for the names of the chosen, childs of the root.Many rooms and a lots of paints waiting to the sisters to keep them forever. High windows never said nothing about secrets inside.

In name of science two sisters blame the guilties for their pain, but no one can see them.

Rose fly away her eyes to release her beauty mind.

Lucielle crave in dark water the silence of her world.

[The breathe of craves.]

[jaievergreen]

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