Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

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Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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Listening At Full Capacity
I can still smell the smoke Clinging To the black holes digging their fingers Into the mountains and valleys Of my dark denim jacket
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Short-Stick Puller
It's easy to sit on top of the castle and Whine About the weather. It's easy to comb long, locks untouched by The day's ruthless work and
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
FEED ME
FEED ME The pretty little lies that once wrapped around Skeletal wrists beautifully breakable. FEED ME The starry-eyed wonder that flew through my window
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
McMillan Made The Clouds
The clouds weren't always there, as the legend goes. Not on the Plains. The West Coast had the thick marine layer rolling in with its putrid stench and the grey sort of gloom that clung to its people. And the Southern Coast hugging the Gulf had angry hurricanes that drenched the soil and turned the sky black. The East sat pretty in the summertime with its sea breeze that cooled off the scorching land at night and gave its residents a break.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Fiction
I Don't Know This Void
What is in that look you wore? Je ne sais pas, I don't know. C'est vide...what is left? The wind of loss rips you out of me.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Crooked Jewels
This wasn't what I expected. . When I was up late, blinding myself with the light of the moon, Thinking about leaving the blood and tears behind me soon,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Unknown Skeletons
No one knows. No one knows. No one knows. I could spit acid on their faces, Scream a litany of vulgar words in their ears,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Word, The Name
There is a word, soft as summer petals With all the biting drag of its thorns. The fallen hush of October air Rushes across the tongue from black depths,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
To See A Book
An animal with flashing eyes of gold and blue-grey, Gunmetal sunsets with feral forests Rimmed by dark deserts, Sank its teeth into flesh and blood,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Spectre and The Mule
A pack mule and a spectre gather round The protruding roots of an old oak Gnarled and twisted with arthritic branches Trembling in the damp breeze of a cold spring.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Disaster Dreamer
I dream of disasters because they are safe. They soothe the screaming, wailing child Locked inside the shadowed curves of bone
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Unheard
I screamed from the bottom of the river valley I don't trust you Hoping it would crush the fragile bones of your body With the same all-encompassing grief
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets