My Sweet Darkness is a unique poetry collection that explores themes of trauma, heartbreak, loss, love, healing, self-love, personal transformation, and self-esteem. Sometimes transgressive, sometimes playful, and at times philosophical, these deeply personal poems offer companionship to those going through dark phases of their lives. With its lyrical style, "My Sweet Darkness" invites readers to embrace the shadows within, offering solace in the beauty of the night and the depth of the human soul. With a voice that echoes in the corridors of the heart, these poems guide you through the labyrinth of your darkest emotions, encouraging you to find strength in vulnerability and light in the midst of your own... sweet darkness.
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My Dark Muse
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Persephone phones this recluse
Whose heavy heart drums the blues
"What shade of black do you choose?"
Lady death intones...once my muse
From my eyes rip-tides ooze
The tourniquet my neck's masseuse
A toxic lover's possessive noose
Is it a hickey or a bruise?
Or both...either way I lose
Cousin of sleep induced
My gemini brain dies in twos
Consciousness a flickering fuse
Then fade to black, silently diffuse
From Sheep to Storm
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There is time for everything under the Sun
A time for for mercy, a time when there's none
When thine anger rises from the deep
When they take you for a harmless sheep
Mercy is a virtue, a balm for wounds
Yet, in the depths, vengeance looms
Anger, a tempest from the soul's abyss
A silent scream to a savage hiss
Misjudged as a lamb, a harmless guise
Yet within, a seething a tempest lies
No words articulate the soul's despair
Only echoes of silence in the stagnant air
I burn you up in mental hell
And make pearls from your blackened shell
From ashes of strife, strength compels...
Gems of wisdom, my pen to tell
Cosmic Chess
Life is a game, call it cosmic chess
Be wise in navigating mortal threats
Every obstacle an opponent to win
Square up with will from deep within
Life will play black to match its attitude
You play first...to give you latitude
First moves played in a haze of hands
Pieces coordinate into infernal bands
Knightmares on the dark squares
Life takes your piece with violent flare
A diabolical fork from the Knight
Your Queen ensnared. How will you fight?
Three moves to forced mate
Will you surrender now, accept your fate?
As forces split knife-like into your zone
Black bishop battalion...
Bludgeons barricaded home
Rambunctious rooks rake across ranks
Threatening violence against your flanks
Frontal pawns march like skittish fawns...
Destruction is what they spawn
Make your move