Faery Moon


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To taste forbidden fruit
is my tongue’s desire
such sweet, supple flesh
lights my loins on fire
I will search and seek,
hunt through every mire,
until that thorn-ed fruit
I, at last, acquire

just something i jotted down on lunch at work. i appreciate that its not like my normal stuff, but fuck it, its my page. anyways, trying not to burn myself out like i did for almost 2 years. i will try to post with some semblance of regularity, but it probably will rarely be those long story-poems or the hyper gruesome ones. probably just little snippets like this or random depressing pieces.


Acid Reign


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Wrote this on acid the other week. Nothing special, but I don’t write much these days, and rarely write political stuff, so I figured I may as well post it

Acid Reign

On a night, cold and crisp,
my town did catch on fire,
and if I told you I was fine,
my friend, I’d be a liar
my house burned down, to the ground,
and oh, woe was me
and with the ember’s crackling sound
three witches – could it be?
their hair was wispy, wired knots,
their voices bred desire
no wonder was it blessed to me
that priests burned them in fire
their skin, so coarse, yet silken soft
enticed my every breath
yet hallow was the air inhaled
that reeked of rotting flesh
and on that night, cold as death,
my hollow world imploded
politicians, suited rats
fellate the banks – deep throated
and of this night, what did I learn
to call a leaking pen?
nothing, my dear, for this world
is just Lord Satan’s den
and it seems the time does end
for my life and poem,
my child, I’m running out of paper,
soot where once was loam
and for my last words, to you, I say,
please, don’t let me down
this world is turning quite to shit
thanks to the orange-haired clown.



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My feet weighed down by concrete,
impeding my path forward
ever down, descending
falling, drowning, ending

With every inch of progress,
my luck, again, does shift
I am cursed to mire,
burn in Hades’ fire

I ought to just give up,
(that’s what I tell myself)
exalting drug abuse,
tightening my noose

i havent had the ability to access my internet in my apartment for like 3 fucking months. anyways, i didnt write much in that time due to an extended bought of depression that i guess im still technically in. if anyone still reads my stuff, hope this was worth the wait, although i doubt it. either way, i enjoyed it. just a time killer at work



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I am just so tired
of ceaseless misery
I am cursed to suffer
my height is apathy
life is always cold,
so long, have I been numb
I think it’s finally time
that I, at last, succumb

My life is a cruel joke
and all my joy’s coerced
I tell myself I’m happy,
a lie I’ve long rehearsed

I can’t even die,
for it seems too cruel
to abandon the ones that love
this self-loathing fool
eternal, I shall suffer
with my every breath
too poor to buy a bullet,
too weak to beg for death

Queen of Ice


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All my worldly treasures
soon wilt to suffering
brief, are life’s pleasures
that wither and decay

I harvest my own sorrow
and feast upon my wrath
peaceful, is fate’s horizon,
with emerald fields of grass.


wrote this on the solstice while waiting for the bus. havent written much in a long time, so its nothing special, but felt the urge, so i hope you like it

Twigs and Bones


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I chanced to meet a faery,
with vibrant, emerald skin
my heart, that long grew cold,
now warmed me from within
her hair glistened at sunset,
matched by her ruby lips
her skin: so silken soft,
now graced my finger tips

I used to beg of Life
to just let me decay
yet when she steps in sight,
there, I pray she’ll stay
now, I beg of Life
to grant me one more breath,
a chance to see her face
before my date with Death.

wrote this for my friend when she was having a very bad day. not really my style and i rarely write these days, so i hope its tolerable.

Gold-Digging Bore


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nothing special, just venting

I truly could have sworn
that you were worth my time,
but it seems, alas,
I was so wrong

I thought we could have been
more than this coerced rhyme,
but it seems, alas,
I was so wrong

You wasted my time,
my effort, and my dime
I thought we could have been,
but I was wrong

Although I should be mad,
for you, I am so sad,
you sugar daddy is
a well-known perv

I truly wish good luck,
for you, and your fuck,
because in time, I know
that this will end

I’ve seen him play this game,
with about every dame,
many of whom were
my close friends

I guess that if you’re blind
to his endless trail of slime,
then you truly weren’t
worth my time

I hope you have some fun,
you and your chosen one,
but trust me when I say
that it won’t last

I’ve already found
a better soul than you
so I guess it’s time
to say “adieu”.



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I lost myself in Eisenkor
amidst the city slums
I spent a few too many nights
with drunks, whores, and bums
I threw away all my hopes,
my dreams, and aspirations
my forearms quickly scarred from needles
and self-mutilation
the gravel roads consumed my blood,
my tears, puke, and piss
and evermore, with passing time
did normal feel like this
with nights so cold and days alone,
I just wanted to die
what once brought me great pleasure,
grew dull, even while high

I grew used to the idea
that my life was over
I made a few horrid mistakes
and smoked my four-leaf clover
I shared some passing pleasantries
with the other scum
but always, oh so quickly,
to my demons, I’d succumb
I ripped out all my hair,
a feigned guise of control,
to never have a nightmare,
my sleepless eyes turned coal

I spent a few months in the slums,
a stranger to myself,
each night, piss drunk on ogre sweat
and thrice, I raped an elf
how did my life turn to this hell?
I asked, aloud, in vain
I did it to myself
through hatred and disdain

One night, I truly had enough
so I slit my own throat
and when Death came to greet me,
he only cared to gloat
rhythmically, ol’ Death did mock me
and it seemed with ease
green maggots feasted on his eyes,
his odor made me freeze
his fleshless hand reached out to me,
I’ve prayed for Death’s embrace,
yet when I grasped his hand,
he just laughed in my face
he said that I already died,
at least, to the world,
I lost myself in Eisenkor,
so to hell, I was hurled

As my soul swam in fire
I felt I was home
finally, my heart at ease,
here, where demons roam
I even found a few old friends
from my time alive
and if I could be born again,
in hell, I’d still arrive
my life was one of constant error,
anger, vice, and sin
yet here, in this hell,
I’ve finally found my kin.


found this unfinished on the back of some old paperwork, so i finished it. i dont remember writing the top 2/3s, but hey, i figured if it came back to me, it was time to finish it and start writing again. also, still havent really figured out a title, so i figured id just give the narrator a random name and title it that way because tragedy. either way, hope i didnt fuck it up too much

Atlas Mugged


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As each day’s weight is mounting,
my world begins to crumble
and on a savior, I’m counting,
whose hands forever fumble
it’s not that life’s grown cruel,
for it’s always been
I’m now a bitter fool
devoured by my sin


shit fucking howdy, its been a while. really rough and probably has some grammatical errors, but heres hoping its tolerable

Fingers Singed


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I once walked with white magick
and spelled it with a “k”
and something I find tragic
is that I lost my way
it’s easy to blame sorrow
for my blackened path
as the power I would borrow
filled me with hate and wrath
but it was my weak mind
that led my heart astray
I elected to go blind
to keep myself at bay.


This is something I whipped up this morning since I wasn’t able to sleep last night. Kinda started it in my head around 5am. It’s been humid as fuck here, and that’s not ok. Anyway, I was actually contemplating submitting this to a poetry contest since a good deal of my stuff is quite graphic, vulgar, or depressing (my take, at least) and I guess some people need to be eased into that. Either that or doing a touch up on Hymns of the Harbinger, since I’ve won a contest with that before as well. Some parts are a little clunky, I pretty much change something with that almost every time I read it. If you are actually reading this, and read that piece, please, for the love of all that is unholy, give me some fucking opinions jesus fucking shitting dick nipples.

Anyway, thanks for baring with me all this time. This piece gave me a little bit of trouble, but I am assuming that’s from allowing myself to fall out of practice. Figured I’d post a pic of the piece since I never post pictures with my stuff. If you are wondering why I am actually using capital letters in this message, it’s because I’m using ms word at work and it auto-caps. I am almost stubborn enough to turn every capital letter into a lowercase letter. Stay weird.

K Hole


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I’ve lost so many friends
to the demons of addiction
and like a battered wife,
I live for my affliction
I’m now more than dependent,
it started just for fun
I thought the pleasure innocent,
’til the demons finally won.

loosely inspired by my friend AJ’s poem
make sure to check him out!



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Forever, I am wasting
my life and time away
I’d sell my very soul
for some joy today
my pleasures have turned dull,
and my woes routine
I hope that someday soon
existence will end scene.



have 2 unfinished pieces from a few weeks ago on my desk. they were coming along well but i lost the wind. i’ll try and get them finished and up here. thanks for sticking with me being MIA all the time



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Sometimes I feel imprisoned,
but it’s of my own doing
I didn’t build the walls,
but I walked in the cage

The key is in my hand –
the door is never locked
there’s safety in the pain
and routine in the dark

I see the sun outside
and tan from time to time
a passing novelty
that somehow keeps me sane

Decaying in this cage,
I leave once in a while
but always saunter back
longing to be home.



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Its eyes glistened like diamonds,
its scales shimmered with gold
its tails, they whipped and whirled,
as slowly, it approached

Its rancid breath engulfed me,
empty, I felt so cold
its teeth, they dripped rancid venom
that charred the ground beneath

Its claws reached out to touch me,
caressing my scarred, naive skin
its tongue encircled my ear,
as ever close, it crept

Three arms, they wrapped around me,
as they warmed me within
its horns, they parted my hair,
in its crooked, clawed embrace

With fire in its past footsteps,
it climbed upon my back
it prodded me to go forward,
as I walked forth in daze

I happened across a beggar,
crippled, somehow in a shack
I asked the beast its name,
and it only voiced desire

not sure how i feel about this one, but its nice to be in the writing mood again