Coronet Juniper

The waves break Stripping cartilage Atlantic Pitched black sea Frayed dust In the constant moment Look away Brush past what's in front of you Hands over hand Interlaced Crushed keepsakes Are buried in my palm Trembling heart The steady hand Scarred over The unhealed wound Rehearse starless twilight Reversing out of a minute that's already passed Trembling corners of the room Keep secrets whispered to them Falling into a quiet, separation Curtains of light pick out snowfall Banding asphalt in pools of amber The path unravels as I match it's steps Despite the numbing of years I feel it in my marrow Vanishing They are excluded from heaven

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Sparks raining off elevated tracks The car shrugs out from the station There is an irreversible finality When there is only means and no end Pressed flat The asperous cadence Patterned intent That scrambles for purpose Who is left To wait for you Just the vindictive gaze Of someone that's gone The ghosts slouch on platforms, waiting for you The cars follow blind lines as they continue past They are still there, still waiting for you Your heart stopped between stations

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I believe in a desert called peace A balm of fire carried over horizons Measured in minutes and meters Forward - with pitch black resolve A man of my scars I willingly gave An offering Measured in years The hard winter knows Hope is the last thing A man does Before he dies I believe in a desert called peace A veil of fire I paint across horizons Measured in minutes and meters Forward with pitch black resolve

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Banquet tables set For reunited specters Hemorrhaging eyes iris With misleading prophecy Here among the remains Sitting mute in slow motion Passing through the living As if we are not even there I prefer the presence of ghosts A recurring dream - that's not mine to share Vertigo relayed and spelt out in bones A lost court - following steps on the floor The birch maze beckoning It's dead residents Have been dreaming of me With pity in their smiles Walked through a branch grotto Nickel grass mosaic A palm reading traces my steps And I will sleep no more I prefer the presence of ghosts A recurring dream - that's not mine to share Vertigo relayed and spelt out in bones A lost court - following steps on the floor Rings of salt and dead zippo wicks The orphans of shrikes impaled on the blackthorn Who must hang them? Why, the honest men

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Titling skies colored by a mirage of flame A dark like soul that forgot it's life Belligerent smoldering carapace That sees only through a shimmering drought But drought is all that's left in my heart All I dream is nightmares Is it deception or truth that calls my name No one knows this monotone pain Naked, pale, and crumbling The devil's gasp resuscitates me The sand whispers the truth that I already know That we are all wolves Holding the knife that gouges our hearts Step away from the shore hands wrapped in shroud Drowning in ocean vertigo

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

A piano wire bar tack seams a walking carcass shut Organs replaced with skittering insects You crowning yourself in nails - and found Yourself a cross Remade - in the image - of monsters Inspired separation Reflects who you aren't Devoured by the fervor Of mutilation Collapse into bones Renounce your marrow The mirror is empty Because what's there is dead Reskinned skeletons Deformed puppets Each gesture echoes A bitter regret A cult of worms Holding hands Renounce your body And taste of my flesh The slouch drum of fabricated armatures

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Bound to each other, but we cannot have A shared moment only glancing regret Snow fall drapes the ocean Separate from the shared embrace Infused with silver halide Light slivers scroll over black resin crests I won't ask you to forgive me for who I am The restless closeness of two broken hearts Unable to remain as one A shuddering absence the anticipation Without further words, we still hold on

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Antler vines Growing but dead Amalgamations Of dust and salt Cremated bodies leave no place for a ghost to return Their charcoal dust, wrapped into newsprint Dorsal and ventral, their spine writhes And the zealot anxiously aggregates it's corpse When I close my eyes I can only imagine the projection

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Separated Notes reach me Broken phrasing Falling out Fire rim lit pall Gloaming hours My presence Inadmissible Refrain I wean my tears Compression The weft and wane Off azimuth

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

You were transcribed from the marrow of forgers A counterfeit that believes itself to be real A transparent reflection of committed anger Directionless conviction, point false north Orthodox, rattling repeating Mimetic lectionary, replaced embraced Mass graves aching to be filled Each crisp step in a concentring ring You were transcribed from the marrow of forgers A counterfeit that believes itself to be real Shape-less dust Mute chords rasp Truth or death Al-peh

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Salt the earth to watch it burn The fallacy of discriminate retribution The retched coherent veneer That wraps perdition, in justice and consolation Deeply fixed in methodical wages I can't mistake ruins for orchards I will show you Where the iron crosses, grow Deeply fixed in annihilation I can't mistake mass graves for fields Maimed but staggering Still I match each step on the path The skeletons of canopies turned to ash The motive is clear, despite thin-veiled deception Committed to inexorable purpose To carry this weight is to be a revenant The waxwing descends through the canopy Branches (and) patterns Campaign of slaughter Blossoms still...tumult Outstare the pattern The waxwing scowls Pitched downwards Resigned with bitterness

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025