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173 · May 3
Fifty Shades of Gray
Damocles May 3
How many shades of gray can you count
Staring up at the rain clouds?
Would you be able to name them,
Give them a purposeful pallet in which to contrast against
Would they go well with marble or subway tile?
Could you see it defaulting a room to a “create-a-character” meh?

Could you assign them to moods?
Let each shade or shape of the clouds tell a story
Each one or color depicts a mental illness and how it cascades in the mind.
What depicts depression, is it the darkest gray or the lightest?
How would you label the spectrum?

What of the rain?
Could we categorize how it pours down?
If it’s by its sides is it sliding into indifference?
What about the dull droll of straight down,
Is that just melancholic, or simply a chance to shower outside?
Let the natural spritz renew with vigorous remiss
And chase away sorrow in cool or warm damp praise.

Whatever the case,
However, the time is spent in malaise
Remember the sun will return,
And so too will color.
It's a rainy day and bumming me out, so this is what my brain concoted
Damocles Apr 21
Under the dead oak
Where dead hands reach from the roots
To grab at my legs as I stare up
Into the pallid luminance of the goddess moon.

I wonder if my time should come,
Would I spill all my secrets?
Would these outstretched fingers be calling out to the stars
Receive me as my soul flew from the scars
And saw me off into the distant distance
Would heaven be so hard to achieve?

Well, I’ve spent all my years,
Coming back to this retreat,
Umbral canopies hide my escape
As I write for days about the last one
Because the last one I thought was the one
And in all these moments I’ve -
Grown to know that I’m
Not very certain of certainty, no.

I want to know before I go
Off into the ephemeral ether
Was I ever the one you chose?

As the curtains begin to fall
And the stage starts to fold,
May I find courage,
If I could be so bold,
Reaching the pallid luminance
With arms outstretched by the root
I’ve barked so loud at the moon.

Touched by the light of grace,
Hoping these limbs shape the form of your face
Could you be the one?
Another one that was inspired by my journals from when I was younger. So much teenage angst lol
169 · Apr 7
White Phosphorus
Damocles Apr 7
Is it in your chemistry?
I wonder as I’m choking down
Tears scorching my throat like an acid rain
Hoping to bleach your name from my recesses
Built a bridge past the swap of your defenses
Tried to massage your heart without pretenses
But you burn me down.

Do you feel anything when you immolate
Everything sets you off like a hair trigger,
Bear trap my mind and clamp down while you drill deeper
Pour in your toxicity like a waste dump
And set it all on fire.
I’ll be the embers to dance at your command.
Ashes drifting like autumn leaves
Snow down in a distance like a winter dream.

Is it in our chemistry?
Do I excite you to ignition
Gods envy the way our bodies friction
But you believe the fiction,
So I’ll weep for an ending,
Burning my nerves as the acid’s etching.
Retching flames like an allergic fire eater
Your conflagration rings around me.

Are you the pallid horseman
Can I be the one to the blow the horn?
I’m weary and ready for an ending
And you burn me like white phosphorus .
Can we mix and tether,
One day coalesce
Solvent in your trepidation
Waters deeper than the ocean.

Is it in your chemistry?
Inspired by playing guitar and reading old journal entries
168 · May 8
Ever After
Damocles May 8
Would it be enough,
If the wind between us was but a breath apart
And I could smell your perfume as clear as
An ocean breeze upon a private beach?

Could you feel content
If our tender hungry lips
Finally collided like warring ships
Tongues twisting like Kraken tendrils
A war on two fronts until it hit a crescendo —
Of panted breaths and red heated flesh
Left feeling needy?

I am restless with intent
Intended to undress your tension
In kneading palms against knots that know not —
The ways I work magic in sculpting fingers.

So sh, silence those eyes
And lower that protesting volume
I know it’s been a while,
But I will love you like a fairytale
And you can tell me what you want in the ever after.
Just a simple love poem, nothing too fancy or candy-floss about it.
168 · Apr 17
Forever Pup
Damocles Apr 17
Through the shine of the window
As the sun teases the flesh of her hero,
She stretches upon the mattress,
Annoys him with her lapped kiss
All across the face, begging him to rise.

Here at her bowl,
She wags and waits for his control
As he gets, a scoop full of her favorite yummies,
How she salivates drools with an ache in her tummy
My girl, she devours within moments
And then she sits, waiting for the moment
I submit, those doe eyes looking up at me

We go, the backyard retreat.
She gives her red flying disc
And I throw to the distance, hitting the fence
She runs with a thunderous speed
And we repeat until we both take a tiresome seat
And through her panting and unrelenting breaths
I see her smile and know I am loved,
By my most precious pet.
My dog is a pit-lab mix, she's 6 years old but acts every bit of 6 months still. So much energy, and so much blind devotion. I love her so much, she's like a second child to me.
167 · Apr 17
Sinking Night
Damocles Apr 17
The shadows pour down over my skin
The olive tones get sunken from the light
And I resurface pallid porcelain—
Do you see me?

The blackness it holds over my soul,
The vase of my heart was broken and glued with gold
But now dressed by the sinking night.

Sickness, it crawls through all of my veins
Ants are down a roadway to eat out of my eyes
As the ichor settles thick like a syrup
Splash down on both of my thighs,
The cut is deeper, now, can you feel it?

On this sinking night…
Not sure about this one, just came to me
162 · Apr 25
The Weight of Sorrow
Damocles Apr 25
Over my head
With the weight of your sharp words
I feel like Damocles
As the sword is slightly swinging.

Would it **** you to miss me,
When I disappear into a shroud of my own fear?

Sound echoes through galleys
Filling the silence between us
Like tethering the lines that we drew.

Just lead me to water,
Let the waves surround me
I wish to drown in the deep.

Over my head,
With all of your sharp words
I feel like Damocles.

Let the sword fall
And knight me, nightly
As the dark calls
And I whisper back in my dreams.

Let the waves come,
Swallow me under,
I am drowning again
Deeper in black depths.

It won’t **** you to miss me,
When I return to you again.
This is inspired by a journal entry the night before I attempted suicide, looking back I wish I had the tools I have now to take care of my mental health.
160 · May 15
The Purgatorial Seas
Damocles May 15
Caught in the moon's dead white gaze
I’ve paid my dues.in kind,
To be sent off in this black parade.

Come now, swing wide those gates
A myriad of colors drained in white bouquets

Should the rain come,
Wash over the lye stone, erode my face
I’ve cried into the pulpit of my maker’s feet
To weigh my sins against my deeds.

Walk into this hallowed empty
Gray billowing fog upends me
Lost wanders scream but it’s deafening
Can’t hear the sound of their pallid fingers scratching.

Madness incurable—
Dead eyes mercurial
Set upon dim light,
But the veil from here to there is impervious
Birth me like a newborn
Walls clamping breaking my new form.

I’m drifting further out to sea,
In an endless ocean walled off in opaque white
No horizons to warn me of the fall,
The long way down,
Where the magma ravines wait to strip my flesh
Naked and razed, undeterred but afraid
Will I ever see you again?

Let the rain fall,
Impervious skin along the casket door
My claustrophobic bed
Final in my rest.
Webster's Word of the Day Challenge
Word: Impervious
Date: 5/15/2025
Meaning: a: not allowing entrance or passage : IMPENETRABLE
b: not capable of being damaged or harmed
2: not capable of being affected or disturbed
Damocles May 7
There’s a calmness here,
A kind of silence that echoes through the body like a calm vibration
That addictive resounding void of sound
Quiet is the mind fretting nothing
And home is the place in which silence is peace.

Here where the man-made moat
Blissfully accepts the prattling flap of gosling wings
And graceful glides of mallards.
There is a pause, a surrender
Where life’s woes tow away in one broad shake of a shoulder.

I walk on the asphalt path,
Careful not to overstep and disturb their homes,
Admiring their decoration and their lamentation,
Finding comfort in knowing
The ancestors reach through their pine doors
To grant me knowledge of yesteryears.

There’s a tranquil sedative kind of peace here,
Like one could slip into the next life
With an innocent yawn and heavy hooded blink under the dead oak.
I’ve never known a better place to hang my head.
One of the most peaceful places on earth, and there's a real sense of ancient power there...if you silence the noise and just let yourself be.
158 · Apr 2
Ouch! An Iceberg
Damocles Apr 2
What is in the space of moment
Where cognition freezes and
Emotion takes the wheel?
What conversations are had between head and heart?
And who pilots the ship
When I’m sinking Titanically?
Random thought I had before bed
157 · Apr 23
Madness is a Drug
Damocles Apr 23
Behold this sand of time
As the shores of despair
Roll in to sneak it into the depths
Dark is the abyss of a sleepless dream
Where madness is one name away

Dare you speak it

Cthulhu

Wrap me in your endless tendril maw,
Devour soul from flesh
And discard the pickled husk
Let me fade away in shadow
To see your grace,
O’ Old one

Spread madness in a holy word
Eviscerate this world —
Feed it to the void and all its twilit chaos

And then I wake —
Somewhere between a dream and a distant realm
I will come as a herald,
To ring the end of timelines
To bind my mind to singularity.

My fate is my own,
Under the huntress moon,
Into the valiant sun,
‘Cross the diamond caves of night
And the blue oceans of day
I will not be misled.
Had a wacky dream where I was a silver surfer type character but as a herald to Cthulhu and not Galactus and my goal was to destroy the multiverse and bring it all to a singularity.
156 · Apr 26
Prometheus
Damocles Apr 26
It feels like I’m being picked clean
When the eagle pecks my innards
Always looking inward, where do I begin?

If you had the wood
And I gave the stone
Would you strike me to see if you make fire?

If I showed you how to grow
Let the maize grow even higher
Would you provide the fruits
If i began to expire?

****** if I do,
Or ****** if I don’t
Just wanted to lift you a little bit higher
See Olympus on high
As the gods pass us by,
Give you the means for all you could desire.

Feels like a lightning bolt struck my soul
A static shock to jolt my mind
I’m trying to piece through a puzzle
But the square pegs won’t fit in the round holes.

(Save me)
I’m giving up as the tide comes
Hope Poseidon brought his pitch fork
(I’m done)
Ready to find a reason to give you reason
(Only wanted you to know)
Everything magic is practical if you practice.

Feels like I’m being picked clean,
This eagle is pecking at my innards
Always looking inward, wish I was as wise as Damocles.
Thinking I might do more interpretations of Greek mythology as metaphors for my current life..it’s been fun so far sculpting it all
155 · Apr 21
Shh
Damocles Apr 21
Shh
Defiant little whispers--
Carry into the distance,
Letting the leaves know
All these candid secrets.
Maybe that’s why the oak stays silent,
Never keen to give away its knowledge.
not sure what inspired this one, but i liked how it turned out.
154 · Apr 1
Terminus
Damocles Apr 1
Gentle is the kiss -
That graces a pale man’s moribund face.
White lilies bow blooming heads -
As last rites are sung like a hymn.

Why is it always so quiet when the rage boils to a tepid pitch?
Where was this love, honesty, when the pigment was flushed and toned?
Life in vigor, abundance, and without abandon--
While all have abandoned.

Gentle are the tears falling like the morning dew
As the mourning is due, and even the vowels of an eulogy tremble.

Where were the tears when he needed an ear?
Why does the pain of loss only now show the pain that was caused?
By caustic negligence or precedence,
How the nights reared demons like an atrophic birth
And left a silence behind oceanic eyes.

Gentle is the quiet,
Finally, silence,
As the early day’s rays
Shine a spotlight on the encompassing earth
Cover me, and let it be
For as in life so shall it be in death.
…Alone…
153 · Apr 5
Benign
Damocles Apr 5
I’d cut you out
Toss you to the starving wolves
Let them pick apart your lumbering mass
But even under your mask
You’re insignificant at best.

Leave you to your own
Let you fester despite your growth
Because no matter what you do,
In eyes that stare back at you
In all that you stir and stew
With propaganda songs,
And protesting vigils;
Assembly halls full of sycophants.
When the lights go out,
You’re all alone.

No you see the truth is:

All that you are,
And could ever be,
Is benign.
BLT’s word of the day challenge.
Websters word of the day: Benign
Definition: of a mild type or character that does not threaten health or life
especially : not becoming cancerous
a benign lung tumor
b
: having no significant effect : HARMLESS
environmentally benign
151 · May 2
Day Break
Damocles May 2
Hereupon the roof of this house,
The chill of a breeze brushing to cruise my skin,
I can see the canvas changing,
From the dark speckled indigo
To indigent ice blue.

Pastel painting ‘cross the expanse
Blues, oranges, with pink undertones,
And here I am dropping tears like dew drops,
Hoping that when the day comes
I can put the pain down.

Orange fireball in the sky
Peaking over the horizon
Please cleanse the pain away
Wash me in your yellow glow,
I wanna be less blue than the robin’s egg overhead
I wanna feel less sick than the lush verdant grass beneath my feet.

Vibrating through my veins
My flesh feels blanketed,
I can coo into this happiness
As the colors bleed into a scene
Of what today may bring
I’m here like an early perennial
I’ll bloom like an early spring.

Just chase away the indigo,
Don’t want to be allured by the diamonds’ glow
Need to find a way to stay within the light,
Bask til I’m golden brown,
No more sorrows and no more frowns
I’m ready for a day break.
i love the colors just before the sun rises in the sky. Its always healing.
145 · Apr 19
Magics at Work
Damocles Apr 19
Alone in the deep woods
Lost in the space of umbral canopies
And peaking light beams gleaming
This pen magnetically sifts to hand
And I stir inside the loud traffic of my mind
Always so fastidious choosing words
To define a feeling or free thought
In this smooth cow hide bound journal
The pages come to life like lungs
Rising and falling, breathing magic in meaning
As the power of writing is shamanistic
I am but a worshiper of its godliness
I live being in nature and writing in my journals even if it’s just to craft a poem there’s real magic in that healing
145 · Jun 6
Restless Insecurity
Damocles Jun 6
Why is it so cold when your fingers touch?
Why can’t I feel you on my tongue?
When did the magic lose its spark in the way you used to hold me?
I would do anything for one more dance in the rain.

Open me like a letter,
Spill your fingers over the contents,
And let me say the words that stay hidden,
Locked behind the space of fear.
You won’t find them kissing upon your ears.
I need to know if you still see me.

You’re an apparition to me, translucent,
Passing through me, taking all my life force.
If only it could make your lies work.

It’s so cold when your fingers touch,
And as we kiss, I cannot feel you on my lips.
It’s like loving the air as toxic as it seems,
Choking me as I fall between the seams of reality
that there is no fae to guide you back home.
And I dance alone.
going through some physical health stuff right now, but still wanted to hop on and post my morning piece, I like my rituals and posting in the morning is just part of that.
145 · Apr 27
Untitled
Damocles Apr 27
Tell me how to end the story
When the plot runs heavy
And I’ve lost all the glory.

All of my years
Spent trying to fit in
I feel alone on this stage
Alien to my own skin.

No one told me,
If I shouted out loud,
That all of my worries would
Catch me from the crowds

An nobody told me,
Sifting through clouds,
That in chasing heaven
I resembled a clown.

So if you hate me now,
Go on and give me your worst advice
I’ll take your daggers,
If only I can end this life.
Seems like no one engages with me any more, and all I do is encourage and try to write my feelings. Maybe my pain doesn’t resonate with others and that’s okay…maybe I should retire my pen.
Damocles Jun 15
Maybe I am ugly,
It’s a fair point.

I’m not nearly as handsome,
After giving up the ghost on my hair,
After years of abuse to my joints,
The combat sports and bruises,
Broken bones, contusions.
Scars and reconstructions.

Maybe I’m not a particularly pretty packaged cup of tea,
But I’m plenty strong,
Built ford tough and could run through you Like a Ram.
I’m olive toned marble
With a slick tongue.

I am endowed in ways Aphrodite blushes
And taught just as well how to wield its power
I need not look like vin diesel
To know that I am furious and rarely fast.

I’m not an ogre
Or an incel
Ungrateful for life
Or stuck inside my own shell,
I’m half Sicilian and proud,
Part Mexican with a dah of Irish,
Green eyed, and hot tempered
Black belt, and fists of fury
Gun lover , and whiskey shooter.

I’m an artist,
Photographer for funsies
Love to camp, hike weekly
And I earn plenty of monies,
Clicking on a keyboard,
Penetrating weaknesses ,
Like chess boards
While coaching my underlings
New pawns I push forward.

So yeah,
Maybe I’m ugly,
But what I have in spades
Is the fact that when you call my name
It’s a statement of fact
I’m more man than most claim to be,
And I don’t try to dominate
It’s what’s bred within me
This one is a no frills, bare bones, me just fed up with negative talk. Whether it’s from a PDFile that’s stalking me, or just my inner voices, or anyone who has called me ugly or based me solely on my ethnicity
Damocles Jun 5
I was once a victim,
Beaten until I was compliant,
Compliant enough to hurt another—
my mother.

I was once a victim,
My innocence used up,
My core torn from a father I could only adore.
What is hatred to a child, but fleeting tantrums?

I was once a victim,
Slipping in my drink,
Strobing long batted eye blinks,
Her heat driving down on my forbidden rod.
She told me if I didn’t, I wouldn’t make it home.

I was once a victim,
Two days before the altar,
My fiancé souring sheets with a friend who stole everything from me.
Everything bled into colorless ravines of distrust.

Victims are strong,
Not for what they have endured,
But for what they become,
Superseding the cyclic nature of dirtied deeds.
They find solace in cautious optimism, defining strength beyond measure and measuring only by their own successes.

There may be no angels soaring high or a guy in the sky,
No balrog of the deep depths or adversary king on hell’s high throne.

But demons are real,
Whispering echoes,
Phantasmagoric memories cast upon the mind by way of
scent, sound, or touch, until the rush comes to **** us up.

The truth is,
even a hermit like me is never alone.
We victims can form like Voltron,
Together joined to heal and change the story.

A wise woman on the tv once told me
“There is no fate but what we make”
Bad things happen, and you can choose to let it destroy your whole life or you can choose to let it motivate you to be better than them, to break the cycle and do great things despite that trauma. Just know ole Dom here has an open door policy if you ever need a voice to vent to.
140 · May 9
She is a Wonderland
Damocles May 9
Vestigial fragrances spill into the taste of her fruit
I’m wandering like Alice through your wonderland
Tickling wisps of her hair brushing through my skin like gossamer
I’m swimming in pools of ethereal waters
Wading the waves to crash upon her needy shore.

Halcyon hours spent in serendipity
Her voice rang like seraphic honey
Sweet like candy, I’ve grown a sweet tooth
Iridescent colors slick her opening and I can taste a rainbow.

Evanescent moments caught entwined
Our bodies converse like old friends,
Talking with a reverence for past times
Post tide, in landslides
Where we collide and collapse
Mouth dried, lungs spent
Chasing breath in the wilderness of our love.

She speaks to me in crepuscular displays
Diamonds in the black of her eyes.
As the rain poured down,
I kissed away the saline,
And breathed in her petrichor delight.

Don’t wake me —
I’m down in the rabbit hole
Further down I go,
Lost in her like a lingering madness.
Curiouser and curiouser.
i don't know what inspired this, but i am personally happy with how it turned out.
137 · Apr 27
Find My Fire
Damocles Apr 27
Well it’s hard to see big blue skies,
When all the clouds around try to blind
Feeling like Icarus when flyin’
Everyone is trying to bring me down
So as I soar on higher, please remain calm
I’m well aware I’ll be consumed
Just let me find my fire.
Sometimes you have to go it alone against all odds and find what you’re passionate about even if you fail at first.
133 · Apr 28
The End Complete
Damocles Apr 28
A. Euclidian

I’ve been a lantern to light your dark days
Tried to unlock those purgatory closed-doors
Torch inside a foggy two-lane highway
So you didn’t run off course.

Just give me back,
15 years of this oneway relay
No answer back just hearing my echoes
I wouldn't have shown all my secrets
Could have kept all my flaws.

I hope to god, one day you read this,
See what I’ve spilled through a torrent of sequence
Leave it all like some ancient bygone,
A faded face on a discarded farthing.

I’d do anything just to come up for air
But I swear, even when I fall deeper
It feels like I’m choking.

Piece it like a jigsaw
Place me on a shelf with all that’s forgotten
Don’t mind the sneeze, it’s just the dust.
I won’t bother you with these dead-eye stares
Wondering if you ever read a thing or understood what was there.

Run it back to what I used to die for
Anima hanging on an unkept tree floor
Under these dead oak canopies
Waiting for sapphire eyes to rescue me.

It was always love
That hill I’d die on
And now that the sword’s been pulled
What could I lie upon?

I’d do anything just to come up for air
But I swear, even when I fall deeper
It feels like I’m choking…

B. Bleeding Ink

Is it taboo—
When I grab this pen
And go deep into the dermis
I let the vampire drink from me again?

It feels like a tattoo—
When the blood hits the blue
And I’m etching my life in lines.

Permanent like these scars
Are they just wounds that forgot to heal?

Is it taboo—
When I let the tears fall
I painted with red mixed in.

It feels like a tattoo—
When the canvas of these words
Is what resides in my skin.

C. The End Complete

Impeach the day,
Retreat tonight
Scurry to the shadows
Swim into the shallow
I’m drowning again.

My mind divides,
As the past repeats
Memories on an endless loop
Still so far, further from finding the truth.

There was a magic,
That stole the sun that shined
And the moon was a beauty
I thought I could leave behind.

But all these arms clawing from their coffins
Reaching up like the needy for open coffers
Hoping I feed them a line to stop their deep hurt
But if I may, show the ink on the page
It’s paid in blood and my rent is due.

Impeach the day,
I want to retreat tonight
Scurry back in my shadow,
Swimming in the shallow
Why does it always feel like I’m drowning?


I hope to god, one day you read this,
See what I’ve spilled through a torrent of sequence
Leave it all like some ancient bygone,
A faded face on a discarded farthing.

It feels like a tattoo—
When the blood hits the blue
And I’m etching my life in lines.

Permanent like these scars
Are they just wounds that forgot to heal?

Sorry, I couldn’t answer the phone —
I just have to leave this part of me behind.
What a wild ride, life has been.
125 · Apr 15
Pity You, Pitiful
Damocles Apr 15
You, yes you
The one always seeking my validation
I deny your application with a simple snide smile
And let you know with snark reverence
That you think that you’re relevant
But you mistake not giving a **** for passiveness
Truth be told, I bide my time,
One sunshine at a time in my backyard with my pup,
Just us and my peace of mind.

So if being pugnacious makes you validated
Let you forever fire salvos over my iron dome
And know that when you come a knocking’
There’s nobody left at home,
Because I’ve already moved on and into the next frame
Where life for me is but a shade of happiness you could never afford in shade,
I leave you here with pittance, rot, and shame
Argue with ghosts that haunt you, but the mirror holds the truth to blame.
BLT Webster's word of the day Challenge  4/15

Word of the Day: Pungnacious
Meaning: having a quarrelsome or combative nature
Meaning:
Damocles Jun 5
A voluptuous, scrumptious, and delectable
Drawing of hunger, an insatiable hunger.

Hourglass-shaped,
Her waist pinched,
Designed to be held by sturdy hands,
Dancing dainty fingers trace
Ample mounds of bountiful, bouncy hills, topped with soft pastel pink rounds
That draws hunger, an insatiable hunger.

She lies upon a sea of red silk,
A stark contrast to her white,
Like wine and milk. Thirsty, she yearns for a taste.

Her thighs parted like petals,
Revealing the delicate blush of a dawn-kissed bloom.
Carnation pink petals glisten with clear morning dew,
Perfuming the room with intoxicating poignance,

Emerald eyes call to the distance,
A reward for his resilience.
He takes his time to crawl,
Like a hungry wolf stalking prey,
His tongue slashed through gently parted lips.

Pressed thick upon smooth, slicked pedals,
He tastes hints and echoes of her nectar,
Finding little kisses pecked to find her hooded specter.
He flogs while lapping sloppily,
A butterfly to a flower:

Draining,
Drawing patterns, 

Writing love letters,
Breathlessly.

Until his hunger is met with fullness,
And she lies spent, wrapped in red silk,
Drizzled upon her like a garnish,
Strawberry cheesecake.
TW: adult themes meant for 18+
Inspired by looking at **** renaissance paintings while eating strawberries.
120 · Jun 13
Make a Wish
Damocles Jun 13
Illuminate all that is dark within me,
Bioluminescent pathways leading to a wishing well.
Cast your farthing and close your eyes,
Hear your wish through your lungs,
Breathe it into the mana waters,
And see how in me lies the arcane,
A world tree in nerves and blood,
I take root like a tooth,
And sow for you in a garden—
Indiscriminate truth.
Don't forget your coin!
119 · May 14
You Act Like A Yenta
Damocles May 14
Like a whale moaning with an open maw
I can hear it bounce off the walls—
The slight of your meandering voice
Sounds like shrill shrieks annoying glass
Fracturing thought.

So you dress like a yenta,
You sip on your tea,
Only to spill from the pitcher
In your dealings with me.

Gather like little leeches.
Tiny little parasites,
Sharing their intellect
A hive mine scuttlebutt
But truth eludes like a saline
Filled with antibiotics that cure them
Flushing from the shores of reality
Back in their rumor mill.

Like a whale moaning with an open maw
And I have the spear.
Webster Word of the Day Challenge:
Word: Scuttlebutt
Date: 5/14/2025
Meaning: rumor, gossip
118 · Jun 7
My Way Home
Damocles Jun 7
I need you like oxygen,
Want to drink you down like the freshest spring
Mesmerize my sight I don’t want to see another thing
Unless it’s those diamond eyes,
Sparkling refracting lives
I’d spend just to come inside
Find my way home in the fabrics of your soul
Oh, I’m on my way home.

I need you like adrenaline
Bring you mountains if you’re feeling too short on your molehills
We can fight until the sun comes up
If it’ll make you riled, and let me see your wild
I don’t want to hear another thing,
Unless it is the way you moan,
Cooing warmth up my spine
I’ll take you there, make you mine
On my way home.

I need you like you’re ******.
Want to feel your kiss enter my veins
Subdue me with your lips
High from the way your tongue fits
Swirling around connected like an interlock
Singular soul, pneuma, so spiritual in your touch,
I’m thirsty with my lust,
And I’m on my way home.

I need you like oxygen,
Breathing you in
As your scent tickles my senses
I’m hearing colors, seeing sounds
Found my forever space within your heart
Oh, I’m on my way home.
written while playing guitar, thinking about someone special
In all these disparate faces,
Amidst the crowds adjacent, a stage stood,
A stage meant to give praise to rock gods who ascended so beautifully.
Deep bellowing soul-crushing bass drums echoed,
Electric war birds screeched melodic songs,
And the vocals rang down like testaments.
We were in attendance at a sermon of heavy metal,
Surrounded by other worshippers in otherworldly convivial cheering.
Until the last song, the last lyric,
And the lights went from neon spectacle to incandescent boredom.
And reality returned, parasitically devouring the dopamine.
BLT's Merriam Webster's Word of the day Challenge.
Date: 6/20/2025
Word: Convivial
Meaning: relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company
108 · Jun 5
Naked
Damocles Jun 5
We misbehave,
On the world stage
No accidents made
As we embrace
Stubble caught in your lace
Let the light fall dim,
As the colors bleed and fade.

When the crowds aren’t watching
Won’t you strip for me?
I want to see that pretty white maw
Grin like a starving wolf before taking a bite of my raw
Take a piece of me with you if it'll help you stall,
But I want every inch of your skin exposed
Won’t you show me what you never show them all?

I want to know you behind the dermis,
I want to feel the grooves of your scars
I want to walk a mile in your vermis
I want to know your thoughts
Trust in me, as nothing could ever harm us

Tracing fingertips along your lips
But am I touching a soul that sings for this?
Can I reach into your anima,
Hug the you that hurts the most
Could I be a healer?
Am I just snake oil wrapped in silver?
I want to see you naked,
Show me what’s under that porcelain pachydermous.

I want to be your provider,
A secret whim, secret insider
A sung hymn, wrapped in you like a spider
I can cocoon in this web we can stay in bed
Tangled in linen but I want to go deeper,

I want to see you weep from the things left unsaid
In the times you can’t get back
In the words you never read
Tickling the sorest soars on your back
Let me take these daggers,
Discard them with condemnation,
I want to see you naked…

We twist and twine,
Like lovers divine
But I know this time
You won’t get to hide.

So let's misbehave -
On the world stage
Everyone watching from their seats
We give into the pageantry of expectation,
Who cares anyway?
They’ll never see you the way I do.
to know someone, to truly know someone is a gift that you should cherish.
Damocles Jun 9
Splayed halve
Spread wide,
Honey pooled within a pitless center
Pinkish flesh glistened in wet;
The perfuming scent of her glistening nectar.

I’m drawn in,
Like a magnetic force,
Adrenaline rushed through my blue-green ravines
As eyes affix to the soft fuzz,
As lips press to the hooded split
Giving it just a simple kiss,
Hot breath over cooling droplets
Mix with perspiring anticipation.

My tongue escapes, traces her shape,
Lines of lapped lashes lapping lavishly
Tasting the sweet fruity juice mixed with honey
Sweetly savory, delightfully sticky
I’m always famished, she feeds me when I’m hungry.

I circle the center,
Invade the pool like Normandy
Blitzing my ballerina tendril
Water polo sports, diving deep
To drown my maw in decadence.

I growl, as my stomach grumbles
Needing more, no longer humble
Succumb by glutinous greed
Imperative to life, as if without this sweet treat
I would be famished,
A third-world denizen in desperate need

She is everything to me,
As my tongue dances like an ice skater
Tripling twirls and gliding circles
Lines of perpendicular or
More in particular designing shapes and letters
*** emojis are written linguistically
Like braille for the unseeing eyes
In languages, only the deaf can prescribe
As nectar waterfalls sweat from her fleshy ripeness
And honey pools like placid lakes.
Face wasted, beard slaked
I looked at my plate and then I ate.
TW: This is an ****** piece meant for adults 18+

Honestly, I just had half a peach and honey...but I couldn't resist writing this...because...well because. lol.
105 · Jun 16
Anchors
Damocles Jun 16
It is so easy to get lost in the ether
Floating in the thick of doubt
Or contrived little demons poking holes in confidence.

I tether myself to the wild,
Breathe in verdant meadows,
Covered in vivid colored petals,
Tickled by butterfly wings and busy honey bees.

I am anchored —
To the orchards,
To the ancient oaks
Whispering knowledge through shaken branch
And shaken leaves under a zephyr breeze.

I am renewed in the river currents,
Water splashing, dashing along my dirtied palette
Cleansing the soot and sulfur,
Refreshed by drinking her endless waters.

It is too easy,
To let the past be a shadow
But I chase the sun,
Basking in the glory of it’s conflagration
How it warms and bakes olive tones to golden browns.

I am safe within the cornfields,
At home within the caves and waterfalls,
Unstoppable amongst the arboreal giants.
A timber wolf, howling at moonlight
A blue jaw calling in the distance,
A boy healed from a world of pain,
A man has grown to shower love on nature
A father who watched his flower blossom,
A man who didn’t let toxicity ruin wonder
Imaginative, in the ways to create.

A new day comes,
The light cascades
I coalesce with the green,
One with nature,
One with life,
One soul,
Anchored,
But free to roam.
I honestly wouldn't know what I would do if I wasn't surrounded by so much nature. Where I live I have so many metro parks and state parks within 100 miles of me. Whenever times are rough, you can find me in nature, anchoring myself.
94 · Jun 13
Coalescence
Damocles Jun 13
Drink me in like a crackle of fresh air,
Water in your bloodstream
Pumping through your veins.

Hold me like a memory
Apparition translucency,
Stuck in a head bobbing reverie,
A constant thought aching at the brain.

Read my heart like an open book
Chapters writ in braille,
So you can feel me in every word to scale.
Carry the weight like glutton
Holding the depths like mountains.
Straining with the heaviness of a world
Perched upon tired shoulders.

Let my voice kiss the crook of your ear
Hear me like a songbird,
Chirping incessantly all the things you wanna hear;

But heed my battle cry,
As a ****** of me crowing
Is a battle axe hewing foeman in the distance
Protecting you like a visage
An image, my goddess.

I’ll be a vessel,
To hold you in close
A home for your greatness
Allow me to be your host.

Sip of my wine like it’s vintage aged
Play my heart strings like a harpsichord
And I’ll join with the violin.

Candle lit, while warming by the pyre.
Won’t you open me bisectionally
And show me your desire?

We coalesce,
I feel you surrendering
As we levitate endlessly
Effervescent fluidity,
Where do you begin and I end?

Does it even matter in the end?
Coalesce with me.
Until the words we speak
Become reality.

I’ll love until I am dissolved
A ghost in spirits you drink to
Salve
A memory you hate.
Just let the pen flow on this one
Damocles Jun 16
It’s getting louder in the silence
And even harder to breathe,
My heart wretches with a hunger
And I’m desperate to feed.

It should have been so easy,
Growing life from a seed,
Watching you grow where I could never follow
Has taken its toll.

Scars are etched upon my soul,
Lesions pressed against the brain,
I don’t even dream any more,
The day they took you from me
Was the day everything changed.

It feels like I’m lost at sea,
Floating on wishful hope
And tree bark memory,
As the pine sticks through my flesh
Back riddled with all their blades
I’m bled out to feel these sharks
Of my doubts encircle me.

What could have been,
Had I known then,
How to be a better man,
Instead I—
Feel the weight of burden
Anchor me to this boulder
Where carrion comes to pick me clean.

It’s getting louder in the silence
Desperation in the form of a plead
Seethed through every exhale
When it’s the loss of you I breathe.

Lost like a poltergeist in purgatory
Shuffling in this flesh husk like a zombie,
Loveless, I can’t , feel you
Loveless, I can’t , feel anything at all.

It should have been me,
And I want you to know,
If I could trade places,
I’d rot in the earth,
Faded like paper pulp after the rain,
Scatter my ashes into the sea,
And watch as the sharks of my doubts
Encircle me.
If you know me well, this piece is actually pretty straight forward. If you don’t…then it’s completely up to interpretation and I hope the meaning you assign it helps you in some way.
Damocles Jun 17
If there was a lasso
Big enough to reign the stars
I’d hand you these diamonds
Painted in your twilit skies,
We could create a galaxy,
Our love so planetary,
Shapes of clouds temporary
Could never articulate in artistry
The way you move so heavenly.

We could cry together,
Rain down on the meadows,
Fill these riverbeds with all our sorrows
So we can see it create life again.

We could smile brightly,
Casting light to chase the shadows
Bloom these vibrant colors
Feed the verdant grasslands
While we touch down on hilltops,
Knowing it’s just a slippery ***** from here.

Even if it ends,
Like apotheosis crashing down,
A calamity to rip our heart back into two,
When everything is a Goya painting
Crude and dark without hope or meaning,
When we collide like marbles,
I’d still hand you the diamonds in your twilit skies.
I’d cry for you to fill your riverbeds,
And paint by numbers on your gardens.

Simply simplistic,
Simping like a simpleton
Hoping you see the flowers I grow
Are a color wave symphony,
I sing to you in silence,
I write to you with brush strokes,
Hoping you catch my thoughts
Like a medium, do you read me like a meteor?
Striking quickly over your horizon?

I’ll bring you a bouquet—
Of diamonds in your twilit skies.
I think this one is self explanatory, but my meaning doesn’t have to be your meaning, please tell me e what you interpret 🙂
82 · Jun 12
Blackest Symphony
Damocles Jun 12
The gold in my crown is covered in black
As it drips down over my eyes
In the distance I can hear the sound of their cries
They’re calling for me in impatient patterns
Scattered in feathers,
I’m slathered in shadows
Murky waters up to my knees
As the black is covering me.

Can you hear them?

The black it coats over my skin,
Chocolate over vanilla limbs
Tar painting the ivory of bone
As I sink into the night alone,
Out in the distance I can hear their cries
Impatient as their feathers fly,
Drowning into the sea of shadow

Can you hear them?

Out of the fog,
Into the rain,
Black as the night
Comes clinging to my frame
The ****** cries.

On the sinking night,
I can see their faces
Calling me as we flee
Into the sinking night.

Can you hear them?

Caw-aww
Depression be a mfer
Fall into me
Like autumnal piles
We can watch as verdant rows
Turn to varying embers
Touching soft fertile ground
Snowing death upon us,
In the sweet scent of post-harvest growth.

Here among the rain-stained,
Rank in mildew and petrichor,
We can sit on fungal-covered logs

Laugh under late afternoon meteors
As the crepuscular pink and purple colors
Dress the sky with glittering Toole
As we sit fireside, cider-drunk
Reminiscing of all the summer days gone by
In a hazy daze as time passes in less than straight lines.

We could kiss like sweater wool
Clinging statically in electric pulse.
So fall into me —
Like autumnal piles
And stick with me for just a while.
Really wanted to write about my love for autumn.
76 · Jun 8
Nocturnal Lovers
Damocles Jun 8
Why has the night become synonymous with all the ways I wish I could paint by numbers,
Cross the stars to trace your face?

Could I be so certain that the dark contrasts that bleed our canvas wasn’t tainted by the depths we’ve dove?

When the ocean of our souls pulls us under, who would light the fire?
As the light faded to a pinhole,
Could we even see the monsters of the deep,
Waiting with open maws to swallow us whole?

No, it’s the night that takes its hold.
As the taillights streak down country roads,
I know you’ll find a way to signal me home.

Be my liberty,
Be my dream.
Find me in your melodies,
a concert of screams.
I want you to know the me,
no one has seen.

Beyond the cusps of our black mirrors. The night has become synonymous with the way we tangle endlessly.
To all the ones who love the night and have your best experiences with your loved ones at night
76 · Jun 11
What Goes Up...
Damocles Jun 11
I hover over this space,
A cliffside from a peak of happy
Knowing the roller coaster tracks led me
And there’s only the drop-down
Facing back with a gradual distaste,
Knowing time can’t turn back
As quickly as it’s spent,

I want to levitate.
Float here forever,
Be as still as Everest
Bury my head in snow-capped weather
Freeze this moment so it doesn’t spoil
Keep it still so I won’t chase it -
As quickly as it’s spent.

Don’t let the wind sigh,
Don’t let the cool fingertips of a breeze
Push upon my shoulders,
I’m clumsy, and easily led Into the fall.

Painted in black as the abyss calls
Running through my light
Choking aura, bludgeoning happy
I want to stay right here,
Hovering, gently spinning
Reliving the feeling left upon my lips,
Silky, soft, sweet and succulent
Taste it again, as quickly as it’s spent.
For all those who have good runs only for something to plummet you back down to the ground. Keep getting up, and keep chasing those moments!
74 · 5d
Nero
Burning bridges
Playing lyres
Monkeying around
****** every Saturday
There’s plenty to go around

You stole her dignity,
Stole her dignity,
Let it all burn to the ground.

Spoiled in riches,
Games for the wicked
Bloodshed pagan vs Christian
Apollo swallowed pride,
Showed you where you’d fall
You dressed in your best
Held another ball.

You stole her dignity,
Stole her dignity,
Let it all burn to the ground.

In the quiet of your storm
Do the voices carry through
Conscience singing psalms
While you let the devil hit his groove.
No false movements, calculate
Must find prudence, lies enumerate

Play me a song,
Sing me a tale
As you steal her dignity,
Steal her dignity,
Let it all burn to the ground.
The “her” in this piece is the empire of Rome
73 · Jun 17
Silk
Damocles Jun 17
She is of silk and honey,
Spin her webs to tie me down,
Let her explore spaces and realms
With gentle fingers, and hungry kisses.
inspired by spiders
72 · Jun 5
Artist
Damocles Jun 5
If you close your eyes and immerse yourself in colors,
What shades would define you?
Perhaps carnation pink, robin’s egg blue,
A dark violet, or a wine-flavored maroon?

What would you paint with your limbs?
Authoring an impression upon the splash,
Creating a crude broad-stroke portrait,
Highlighting temperance,
Or showing something beyond the surface of spackled acrylics?

Show them vibrancy,
Like neon under a black light,
Or dark and *****,
With bokeh bubbles and lush verdant forests.

Take to your inkwells,
Lay out the papyrus,
And calligraphy fancied letters, or scribbled jargon.
Speak the words to grant you power,
Stain the dotted lines with your truth,
And tell secrets kissed between the pages.
Show the world you live in!
You are alive!
You matter!

Let your hands take clay and shape golems
Or vases to hold perennials.
Create characters in heaps of it,
Scored and kiln-fired,
Showing them statues yet seen—
Modern marvels sans marble.

Nothing can stop you,
You of stardust and magic,
You of survived tragedies and missteps,
You of overcome travesty, health scares, and suffering.
You are an artist, the truly free.
Dedicated to my friends, followers, and poets I admire. You are seen, you matter, your words move me.
68 · 7d
The Dead Oak
Bereft breaths
Under the canopy
Of this old one
Bark covered shade watches over me
Like a blanket of shadow
A sea of hands holding onto
But all I hear is echoes,
Ringing through this hallowed
Hollow hole you left to hide me.

If only I could get up,
Stand on weighted feet
To press forward shield steadying me
Hoping this could be my retreat
Vacancy for one and I rest my head sojourn .

I’m searching, some where past the distance
Foreclosing on my ramparts
Fault line fissures crackle,
Open ripples in the deep cuts
Repair or compensate for failures
Regrets creep and blur vision.
64 · Jun 6
Dying Slow
Damocles Jun 6
It feels like a blade twisting in my stomach,
And I’m swimming like a shark fin.
I’m sweating from simple tasks and can’t hold a conversation.
Lack of sleep is catching up with me,
And I’m left with a zombie shuffle and raccoon eyes.
If it’s my time,
I’ve resigned myself to it and found solace in a life well-lived,
Constantly transformed.
sincerely not feeling so great folks....positive vibes appreciated.
64 · 7d
Iced Coffee
I crave you like serotonin,
Breathe in your pungent, intoxicating scent,
As it fills my senses, leaving me breathless and yearning.

My stomach churns, signaling the onset of desire,
Your absence feels like the neglect of a lover,
And I implore you with outstretched arms,
To embrace me once more.

I need you like blood,
Circulating through my veins,
Pumping an endless stream of energy,
A source of focus for a lion hunting.
I yield my strength to surrender with weakness,
To know you, to touch you.

I find you in fine ground, brown, powder,
Nestled at the base of a round, cylindrical container with mesh windows,
Covered by a closed dome roof with a small hole for puncturing,
I place you in the harvester’s hole.

I place a kilned clay rain holder under the dripping swell,
When I press the blue button,
I unleash you like a monster,
And I become the hunter.

The blackish-auburn rivers flow hotter than the summer sun,
Dispelling into the ceramic,
The aroma ensnares me,
Overwhelming me with emotional attachment,
With impatient tapping on the flat marble.

Each last drop of you,
Shockwaves of adrenaline,
Shooting down my spine and back to my brain,
I grasp the thermos,
Add the Arctic soldiers,
As I pour you into the field of one,
Undone, but cooling your temperament,
I add the oat milk, diluting your melanin,
Revolutionizing the way color works when you beg me to stay.

Caramel sweeties,
Tangled in your bitter,
Swirling into a harmonious mixture,
Tasteful, perfect, *******,
I am forever yours,
In life and beyond,
My truest lover.

Iced Coffee.
Sincerely, if Iced Coffee were an antimate object I'd give it all up to be its servant.
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