#Poems By Dark Stranger

[dark-strangers-art]

He reached for her

his fingers caressing

his hand pressing

his mouth devouring

her body responding

her mind exploding

…and that was the first minute

~Dark Stranger©

[bebx]

Henry Creel | One | Vecna

quotes found from here

[interrupted-poetry]

excerpt from a poem written in 2023

[sunflorall]

I love "soulmates" and "destined to meet" and "fate brought us together" type of love but what i love more is "i changed my fate so that you could be here with me" or "even if we were meant to part ways i'll make sure that the paths bring us together once again" or "i will make every single effort to have you in my life" type of love.

[elixirofblues]

[neverbreakheart]

Maybe you just wanted the small dignity of being understood.

And of having the people you love take you at your word without wanting to see the scars.

Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

[timetravelsong]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬...

𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[academic-vampire]

“Could he be an animal if music moved him so?”

-Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis

[thefamiliarstrangers100]

“I have forgotten about you. I can still hear the way you say my name. I have forgotten about you. Your sad, beautiful eyes still haunt my thoughts, and I can still picture how they scrunch up at the corners when you smile. I have forgotten about you. All my poems are about you. I do not think of you anymore. Yet all my Octobers look like you. Of course, I have forgotten about you. Everything that is me is slowly becoming you. Everything that I am is haunted by the ghost of you. Every October carries your scent. And every August, I can hear your name.”

— Syeda Zehra Fatima; IG: @/syeda.zehra.fatima

[usefulquotes7]

"We're not friends, not lovers or enemies, we're not even strangers, we're nothing at all" —Sadiya Ajaz

[dark-strangers-art]

The Night Before

~Dark Stranger © (2018)

As she waited for her coffee

she thought about the night before

He was different

-

with him

there would be no questions

no games

no indecision.

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the answer will always be YES

no question of where

it would be wherever he wanted

no question of when

whenever he wanted

no question of what

whatever he wanted was going to always be the answer

-

she knew deep in her soul

She was now his …and she felt free

~Dark Stranger © (2018)

[bebx]

Henry Creel | One | Vecna

A Moth to a Flame (Burnt Child) by Stig Dagerman | The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

[candiedstarss]

one thing about a Lee Joon Hyuk role is he's always gonna end up covered in blood in some capacity or another

[rotinmycore]

you step on the land you dug out then threw me in. yet you cry tears that water the soil above me. where flowers will bloom and bleed through dirt into sunlight where pieces of me can thrive. live on through the memories i implemented in your head during my last moments as a human vessel. and now here i am in flower form, and you cry tears of sadness for a girl you turned into flesh and bones, that will decay into the body you always saw me as. claim a love like i was a saint, even though i was the furthest from God, but didn't mean to be. now i weep like a fallen angel transformed to stone, and wait for someone to look away so i can finally move again. reach an arm through these flower beds where i’m almost finished my decomposition. they will ask what happened to me, yet you hold all the answers in your tears you keep nourishing me with. and as you look at these flowers blossoming over my body in these patches of woods you keep to yourself—shovel in your hand, knife stuck in your heart from the day i wished to fight back—something like disgust will swirl in the pit of your stomach at this life growing over mine. and how funny is that, so foolish, so ignorant for you to feel disgust by my decaying body when you're the one who put me here. i’m making you sick? well, you will make me sick for all eternity. until this world is no more and after that. oh, i’m making you sick?

good.

G. O. O. D.

feel sick, i hope it consumes you like an infectious disease that will eat every cell of your soul, until you are nothing but specks of the waste you always were.

- 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

—raye halabuza

[the-garden-of-electric-light]

May I touch your gentle hand with the frail and jagged shards that remain of my dark, dark heart? My dark heart, my black blood, my destructive and incorrigible soul yearn for your quiet intervention in my moments most made of nightmares. That I may know salvation and the insatiable beauty of care.

[justastrangers-posts]

silly question

Am I the only one that feels this immensity of creation traveling through my veins like liquid gold but seem incapable of allowing myself to let that gold drip out of me into gorgeousness?