A dictionary of tragedies, My next step deeper in vain than my last.
Whats the point of running, if I run in a circle back to my past.
Every new path I take, a new mistake I cant unmake,
A demon in all past lives, so now I burn myself at your stake.
I'll stop breathing, because you said you loved the colour blue,
I paint on and on until my fingers fall apart, but the red blood still shows through.
Happiness doesn't repel me, I suffer to hunt it away,
Without pain who am I? In the burning fire I find my way.
My agony is art that I'd rather die than stop making,
Ill patch myself up, but not so much that id stop breaking.
I walk into a storm, board a boat already drowning
I rip the open the stitches, Trying to salvage the sting.
Beauty doesn't come from within, it stems from my veins torn,
Scarlet, wine, maroon, in blood my prophecy scorned
Every knee will bow and every tongue confess Jesus is Lord I believe is Prophecy
It is coming true
I know Love wins
My faith is in Jesus over all things I trust in You Yeshua
Trust in you always best friend from forever
knowing you are with me
I know you are here now
Yeshua I love you
I love you so much Yeshua
I Trust you always forever
Faith in you grows every second
I remember this year belongs to you
I have made so many friends in Life I know You have us all covered
They have no clue how much you have saved us
No one has any idea it makes me giggle
I saw eternity it was beyond speaking Words do not convey how amazing it will be
Thank you Jesus for this gift
The light from behind my eyelids
A warm rusty ochre
Your yellow-stained fingers
You always were a smoker
My first moment on Earth
I must hold my breath
For the air is too sterile
To guide me to my death
Asphyxiation provides elation
When grey matter burns black
They left me at the station
The only way I know is back
The sun fell away
Now I look into the mud
With my newfound lungs
I smell the iron in the blood
They called it a rare case
My choice to be blind
I said, “My spirit guides me
To what I need to find.”
The twilight now shines through me
With bright specks glittering
“Connect the dots, then you’ll see.”
In my mind's eye, I traced.
A luminescent pattern emerged
The first sight of my life
With it, my soul surged
Death become me, let me fly.
When the Fire Horse rises, it climbs the empty ridge;
clouds step aside, mountains dare not breathe, seasons lose their order,
shadow runs ahead of time, men dare not speak—
the omen enters the record, and Heaven sounds the bell.
The Horse walks between, yet all paths begin
where the endless river flows eastward
toward the Mountain where Heaven begins again.
He won the propaganda war.
They knew what they were fighting for,
but the sheep were led astray,
and there is no flock left today.
The wolf is all in stitches,
as the pack feasts on the riches.
Yes it was him,
the man from my prophecy
born from starvation.
The trees danced
as he disappeared, and reappeared.
Flying discs spoke his birth
as I angrily begged him to stay.
I was so desperate almost to death.
He came at his own time.
Will I?
The stench of endless days clings to my name;
My folly, like a rust, but stings not him.
A meek heart paid for by relentless blame,
Youth’s bitter wine- a draught forever grim.
Past twilights reel in cadences untrue,
I fall, a penitent within the flame;
Bound to repentance- ash where roses grew,
My voice, the echo of a sullied name.
O sickle, strike the valleys we once promised,
Lay low the ghosts that haunt my dwindled shore.
Let golden breaths on iron fleece be kissed,
And singe the thought that kept me wanting more.
So let the world unspool what once I wore,
That even ruin might return me pure.
Beneath the stars, a glittery haze,
A cosmic queen in her celestial daze.
She told me, "Darling, can't you tell?
This is just your fabulous destiny, spelled!"
She pulled out cards, all shimmery and bright,
And whispered secrets, bathed in moonlit light.
"The stars align, the moon's a rosy hue,"
(I just wanted to find my favorite shoe!)
"The Darkside of Aquarius, honey, calls,
Prepare for shopping sprees and velvet falls!
Your spirit, sweetie, is quite entwined,"
(With a perfectly matched handbag I can't find!)
She spoke of eras, crushes, and such strife,
As I just hoped for a drama-free life.
"A spiritual and sparkly, fated art!"
(I'd rather scroll through TikTok, bless my heart!)
I checked my phone, a little sigh,
And caught a twinkle in her eye.
"You'll find your truth; you'll feel the glow!"
"Okay, but can we get some froyo, though?"
The prophecy, a grand design,
Turned out to be just a good time.
The Darkside of Aquarius? Pfft!
Just my bestie suggesting a spontaneous road trip!
Darkside of Aquarius Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Contest Judged: 9/24/2025 10:36:00 AM
( 6th Place )
The heavens break in rivers lit by flame,
the scattered stars bow low, their crowns of shame.
Beneath their weight the trembling earth is torn,
and voices vanish where younger dreams were born.
The oceans burn their silver currents lost,
dark smoke lifts to wrap the sky in frost.
A rider moves across the night in red
while whispers lift among the countless dead.
Mothers defend their sons with quivering hands
as iron footsteps mark the broken lands.
The seer cried out but none would heed their song.
a shadowed reign had gripped the earth too long.
Amid the ruins, one faint spark remains
a gentle light that bear all the chains.
Though heavens vanish and every fate derides,
the human heart keeps burning through the tides.
They say your words are forged in flame,
in halls where angels speak your name;
From vaults of time, from storm and night,
you cull the shadows, summon light.
You walk through fire and make it sing,
you crown the humble, make a king;
Your word bends law, yet keeps its grace,
a prophet’s truth in mortal place.
The sea will part, the skies will clear,
when such a voice the world can hear;
And still, when all the trumpets fade,
and all the crowns are put away
You speak as if to one old friend,
whose hand you’ll hold until the end.
I read book dedications and cry.
Nostalgia burns worse than
the words you used to speak.
I've been the problem child since
—well, ever.
A self-fulfilling prophecy.
Isn't it ironic,
my diamond dame?
You brought me into this world
pink and smooth and wailing—
or so I’ve heard.
Some nights, I wonder:
Did the chicken come first, or the egg?
Did you hate me
before you made me?
The question hung, a silent weight,
"Is God a truth, or sealed by fate?"
A whispered doubt, a searching gaze,
Lost in life's intricate maze.
Then came a shift, a jarring sound,
As unseen forces spun around.
An election's tide, a nation's sway,
And words that echoed, day by day.
A voice arose, with fervent claim,
Foretelling outcomes, like a burning flame.
Events unfolded, stark and clear,
Dispelling shadows, calming fear.
The prophesied, it came to pass,
A mirror held to time's swift glass.
And in that alignment, strange and deep,
A fragile faith began to leap.
"If futures known can be declared,"
The questioning spirit softly shared,
"Then surely realms beyond our sight,
Hold wisdom, truth, and guiding light."
The prophet's voice, a bridge it seemed,
Between the seen and what was dreamed.
A knowledge whispered, years before,
Opened a newly found belief's door.
So in the unfolding, stark and bold,
A personal story starts to unfold.
The question lingered, now takes flight,
"For how could prophets know what's right?"
And in that wonder, faith takes hold,
A story whispered, to be told.
Ominous thunder, prophecy or merely a warning?
God’s hands clap loudly, oak tree or transformer must have been hit.
Portentous night has turned still and bleak, silence as a warning
Menacing clouds are moving ridiculously fast toward the east
This is an evening for witches, gremlins, warlocks and bats
I expect to see brooms in the sky; I feel threatened
The moon weeps, there are black clouds of thunder
I cringe at the noise, feeling more threatened than ever.
The Unmoored Ship
I waltz through the ship,
Yet not dancing like the eerie drizzle in my mind,
While footprints dissolve into the quiet embrace of the deck.
The laborers pace back and forth,
Hauling their burdens—
Just like me, struggling to steady my steps,
Misaligned with my thoughts.
I beg the tranquil wind
Not to whisper my prophecy to the sky,
But the sky knows—
My heart is rumbling, just like the restless waves below,
Ready to make the ship quiver with an untold feeling.
Just as I thought this feeling would fade,
At the edge of the deck, I saw a beautiful stranger lit from within,
Glowing through every inch of the deck,
Piercing my heart on the verge of darkness.
The way the rainbow shimmered in his eyes
Made me realize—
I wanted to love my life again.
With inscrutable imprecision and ominousness
The night faded into a Dracula’s delicious twilight
Blood moon promised never materialized
Soothsayers recognized the beginning of a prophecy
They dared not discuss it, even among themselves
Enemies lurk in trees, shadows ditches and shallow pools
During a twilight like this, it is best to cease magic
The witches were silent, lamenting in lonely corners
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