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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Vision
There are pieces of dreams in my teeth, Leftover kernels of lives missed. A sprinkling of this, a dash of that, And I can taste who I wanted to be
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
That Quiet Beast
It's a beast sitting quietly on my chest, teeth dripping red, Claws digging deep into the arteries feeding my thoughts. It's such a skilled hunter, you know, able to so perfectly
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Hollow Talks. Top Story - May 2025.
I haven't come to terms with seeing you only for small talk. Our existence together was a dance, an easy sliding of tectonic plates over one another. No friction. No catches. Just smooth sailing, you and I. It was effortless, like breathing in the morning fog.
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Fiction
Keystrokes
Your keystrokes are fire in my blood. Let me memorize the way they press Adoration into my skin. Let me listen to them like rain
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Smoked Out
I can't stop dreaming of you And good God, I've tried. I've dipped my brain in kerosene And taken a match to my thoughts
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Celestial Dreaming
Let me taste the secrets Lingering in your mouth. Open the tomb and roll out Your tongue like a red carpet. Let me walk this path with you.
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Fields
Sometimes I wonder if I am more field than forest Or if the root of the trees have found good soil in me. Laths and plaster hug me tightly, leaving room only for glass
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Word Vomit
I think that I'd like to vomit. You know, puke up the day-old words That are souring and rotting in my stomach. They seem to live there in the hollows of my soul,
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
Mountain Peak
It isn't appropriate to keep you locked in a cage Even if it the bars are made of calcium and bone. Neither is it advisable to keep something like you
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
This Poem Won't Make A Difference
Work for nothing, live for nothing. Swallow the grey, clock out late today. Every day, clock out late every day. Come in early before the birds,
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
The Corruption of Magma
I am ooey gooey in the middle with magmatic thoughts of you. This is no great, grand love but an obsessive hunger for war Because at the core of this dying star about to go supernova
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Poets
The Tax
The dreams of you are slipping away from me. Sand through my fingers. Black sand, like the odd mix of soot and rubble and dreams that fills up that old warehouse where we got married. Where those bounty hunters hit you in the head with a brick enough times for it to loop past cruel overkill twice.
By Silver Daux9 months ago in Fiction