Pain... Poems

Scales of Control

In scales of steel, the city sleeps
Where dragon laws in darkness creep
The streets are veins of ancient stone 
Where freedom's blood has long been flown. 

The towers pierce the smoky sky 
Like claws that grasps and never die 
The people move with careful pace 
Under eyes that watch each secret place.

Through gates of fire, the

The Phoenix Glass

Through shattered glass, I see my past
Reflected fragments of what didn't last
Like ripples on a midnight sea
Each piece reveals a part of me.

The phoenix rises from the deep
Where shadows dance and secrets sleep
With every step, I claim my ground
Between the worlds I've turned around.

In cosmic depths, I find my voice
Where darkness meets the inner choice
To

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fk Snow White, 
fk Obsidian Butterfly,
fk Vampric Idol,
fk Beautiful Sensei,
fk Hollow Jacob,
fk Broken Wings,
fk Young Lilith,

fk me,
fk me,
fk me,
grant me,
damn me,
damn me,
damn me,

fk fk fk.

---

Here, I crown thee with my pain,
All this venom I pour forth into thy cup,
Take, please, so I may be born again,
Every sin, distilled in thy blood.

---

Father, King of Kings.
Forgive us,
For

A Masterpiece Written in Dreams

My fingers are already aching,
their muscles weary, spent, and tired.
Sweat soaks through my singlet,
my eyes grow heavy, begging for sleep,
to pay back seventy-two hours denied.

Yet each of my writes lies in his bin,
the sponsor never seems to tire
of casting them there with careless joy.
Perhaps that brings him most delight—
a cross my restless heart must bear.

Would

Time Cures

Time cures most everything
And helps to heal the breaks,
But shortages of resources
Tense and test the zeal,
Creating less of what time makes
And more for it to heal.

Hurricane Of Hurt

This immense pain in my chest
Has my heart aching and breaking
There's a hurricane of hurt in me
All the pain it is giving I'm taking

With gale force winds of sadness 
Causing swells of tears in my eye
As I'm holding on for dear life
I ask myself the reason why

Why couldn't I love you more
Why was it that

The Next One Hundred Years

~Worked the mines like the men that came before me,
took the job from a man who went away to war.
Over time this desperate place would prove to be
a place from hell that was not worth fighting for.

Black lung took my father and his brother,
and it seemed that was the way it had to be,
but I

Ashes of the Calling

In a haze of cheap liquor and losing bets,
Where dreams drown in nights of cold sweats,
Someone scratches truths on a weary machine,
Words torn from a life raw, jagged, obscene.

Rejection mounts, a tower of scorn,
“Too crude,” they sneer, “too broken, too worn.”
The world turns away, calls the soul depraved,
Yet the words keep flowing, unpolished, unshaved.

Deadend hours

Take It Back

If I could take it back the bad 
Know that I would do so fast
Retrieve every hurtful word 
Before the hatred was amassed

We would go back to the timel
Our love was perfect and fun
And you'd look at me and smile
Before all of the bad was done

To there never being any fights
When it was happiness and

Plight

People of other faiths, in other nations are also dying,
but, to their plight the whole world is not crying.

5/September/2025

At the Temple’s Gate

The lightning cracked, the sky tore apart,
A jagged scream that rattled my heart.
The wind beat hard, the rain cut like knives,
Yet I felt no fear, no tremor of lives.

My clothes clung wet, my hair stuck to my face,
I wandered aimless through the storm’s embrace.
Somehow, I reached a threshold small and bare,
A temple doorway, though I

The Heat

You wake up, head in a haze,
can’t recall the prior day,
felt less good than it used to,
joints aching all over you.
Don’t know why you all went out,
pay today, there is no doubt,
something burned and you answered,
can’t explain, put into words…

Can’t explain, where it came from,
can’t explain, why it was done,
tried in vain, fooling no one,
when

bottom right incisor

swirls around my 
	finds my
                                    bottom right incisor.
            

i hope you never stop singing

a songbird beloved who moves with intention
   will find themselves in times of trouble 
   mother mary on their bustier—
   a sight for those with the privilege to see.

stands on a paddleboard oaring towards me.

embodies a world full of pain in their bones 
   and their muscles

Silent Scream

Contest: Oxymoron
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud 
,Date of submission: 4th September, 2025
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My heart screams silently in pain,
Dry tears still drown my fragile soul,
My grief is small yet vast as rain,
My cheeks stay parched though hot tears roll.

My throat cries out in voiceless will,
I’m crushed by love too dark to care,
Your gentle hand was made to kill—
You broke

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