Bath

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In my eyes there is no other You are perfect as open’d veins In my eyes I see no other You inspire the ugliest things Lift me with your lifeless form Drag me through Love’s excrement Caress me with cruel claws Bless my pen with dreams and lies Let me hold you in my sleep Let me wake and damn this art Every word bleeds from me Just like a thousand wars They aren’t all beautiful See through my eyes, poetry Gouge my eyes with thorns Breathe through my lungs, softly I will breathe sea-water soon Creation isn’t beautiful You inspire the ugliest things

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

I am a swan’s wings bloodied at the joint And pasted to a boy’s back like in that story You waved to me from a mountain as I slipped away Dimming into rust-lit winters with a burning apple branch Who are you that darkens my shade? You burned my door down. Don’t wait for me, because you’re a liar And each time you dream in colour, I’ll be holding your head under Who took my time away? I know you’ll hear me now. I know you’ll hear me now...You missed your way out! I thought I had it all When I was left in shame. I gained even more! You will welter on your hurried path with me as a prince to the world. All the beauty that is all of Life shall walk with me And you shall walk alone… In shame! Dry as a bone wither and cold stuck with a dagger again behold me for I am centuries old cut on the lips by secretive men terror I watch you nervous slowly insert the dagger again twisting the furnace walls gripping my breast writhing in want smothered within your heavenly haunt cut on the lips by secretive men slowly insert the dagger again.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

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Portitor has horrendus aquas et flumina servat terribili squalore Charon, cui plurima mento canities inculta jacet, stant lumina flamma, sordidus ex umeris nodo dependet amictus Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna est eiter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra Juppiter, et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem "Sic demum lucos Stygis et regna invia vivis aspicies..." "Anchisa generate deum certissimia proles, Cocyti stagna alta vides Stygiamque paludem. di cujus jurare timent et fallere numen." Nec plura his. Ille admirans venerabile donum fatalis virgae longo post tempore visum caeruleam advertit puppim ripaeque propinquat. Watching over these waves and streams of terrible filth is the horrifying Charon, on whose chin countless unkempt grey hairs lie outspread; his eyes endure in flame, and a squalid cloak hang knotted from this shoulders. Beneath lonely darkness the gloomy travellers go through shadow and through the deserted abodes and ghostly kingdom of Dis: through uncertain moonlight under tray of a spiteful sort the way lies in the woods, where Jupiter hides the sky in shadow and night steal color from the black heavens. “In this manner you will at last behold the sacred grove of Styx and the kingdom pathless to the living…” “Child of Anchises, most certain progeny of a god, you will see the deep mere of the mournful river of Hades and the swamp of Styx, whose divine power the gods fear to swear by and prove false.” Nothing more was said. Wondering at the venerable offering of the fated branch, seen after distant time, he turned the vessel to the darkness and the shores approached.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

When you were a baby, I told you that beauty came from the sea. Now, when you touch me between the eyes, I say, “Why?” I never lie, but you won’t believe I could make everyone so happy, I could make everything beautiful, like you. Clean, forever, just like you.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

I squandered my youth for a whither’d hour, All I ever wanted was a simple you. Real love is dying for a phantasy. I held all of Heaven dead in my arms, And in one moment, I knew all of Hell. Nothing but a body, naked, beaten, The wreck of a soul, amidst thorns bleeding. Bitterness is all God hath created; A proud king among the failures of dreams. I believe one love could be worth a life, For life I would have burn’d myself away- For nothing, life hath left me burning alone. Girl know that time leave dust on my scars; When the moment has pass’d, thousands will die. I will remember when ghosts were mighty, And I will laugh and catch my own tears. In a perfect garden, all flowers flourish, In this real garden, my flower knows thirst. I don’t think I can lift my face to the sun again. And feel. You were my everything, and you took It all away.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I can almost see shimmering faery As I recline on moss But there isn’t enough primrose There are only wishes in A hidden forest I can almost see ghosts As I shiver on icy floorboards But Amelia is asleep in winter There are only prayers In a secret house I was lost by the wayside Amidst the groans of a tired time There is nothing for me here The tales of the flute by the fire A stroll through a somber evening Smoke enticing from their pipes… pipes And the honourable visions Of a pulseless mind Death comes in an instant If you like But Amelia may be waking soon When I sleep, I can’t pull myself away, Yet. But I know there are mansions out there, Maybe on Saturn or Mars or Mercury or Luna, Maybe on Saturn or Mars or Mercury or Luna, …Maybe this is a clue. I’d never been washed ashore Or seen the droll night before My body vanished I hovered in the concourse Of the court of thousands Of yellow asphodel It hurts remembering the fragrance of Heaven. We lived in the rowans, avoiding mad water Spoiling our children with tea and mushrooms Early in the autumn as we slept by the oven Someone sent a shape who tore the house apart. Our bond shattered, I was drawn away I was caught praying the shade. Recently, I went back to my door And breathed… It was love filtered through yellow paraffin We pushed with all our might For you…

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Listening reveals his wounds Voiceless, he kneels to you Like a glinting dagger, one quick look And he spills you Sheets surrender you And I expect trauma Breath is real, anger’s real Sleep on your birthday and cry Cry, my baby Let me wash you I have no ears for my lady… Listen to me You’re called a silhouette You’re playful with a sin But you see me Speak, or stop, or kiss me Your art is like your grin It delivers me

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025