I know I have to let this go. My mind is telling me to run and never look back. But my heart, oh my heart -it’s badgering my soul to sink deep in the ocean of my cloaked emotions. Words do not narrate my subtle life, but moments do. I exist not in this life. I exist in moments. 

I could not help myself -pull myself out of the state of constant wallowing. You had left the town with a significant piece of my existence. I waited and I waited -knowing you’ld be somewhere far -laughing and drinking it away with your chaps. But I knew, deep in your heart, you could not get rid of the longing that needed my presence, somewhere close to you. The melancholy had befallen us. Our death was inevitable. 

Sometimes I go through these weird moments where it occurs to me nothing I say or do really matters and everything feels really empty and dismal and then I remember that I get joy from doing these “useless” things and that that’s all that really matters because fuck unreality you know what I mean?

Mondays keep coming

Even when the darling buds reopen

Per Shakespeare’s sonnet

Doomsday headlines hot off the press

Overdue library books stacking up

Forget-me-nots get pulverized

I wonder why I wonder so much

When it all seems a waste

I could close my eyes in a deep sleep

Alas I always eventually wake

Still there’s a break in drifting dreams

Madness (Party of One)

I sat with myself

Then got up and left

In the middle of a row

Wouldn’t you know it? Me, myself, and I

Don’t see eye to eye…to eye…anymore

Not in eons of time since

The voices inside started picking

Fights claiming to know best

Be my guest, petty pretty ones

Go undercover. No more lackluster

Lovers leaving afterthought calling

Cards by disconnected phones

Cords cut on the bias

Another flight risk; wrists bound

Can’t wriggle out, no wiggle room

If only I could see me now

Got myself in deep somehow

Inspired by a prompt provided by @definegodliness

~Falling Wishes~

Dreams—though vain—

Are drops of rain

Added to a sea

Of peaceful pain

And hopeful gain—

Hidden within me.

.

~Reigh Lynne

I’m keeping some shit in the attic

—Eva H.D, from Bonedog

—Linda PastanfromWhy Are Your Poems so Dark?

the darkness, the madness
i’m attracted to the sadness
the discomfort in your eyes
every time your heart aches
the pain makes you insane 
fills every corner of your brain 
i want you under my veins
but i try so hard to refrain
mama told me to watch my steps
when it came to demons like you
but you take my breath away
every time you walk into the room
but you’re the devil fighting your demons
which makes you an angel in my eyes 
you’re so lost, yet to serene
digging deep ends for a way to survive. 

- i think your sad eyes are kinda nice | @heavyemptyheart

Are you losing your mind?

Surly you are.

For a mind intact,

Would not mistake such words like that.

But at last, you’ve unscrewed your head.

How sad.

The maggots ate through the brain that’s dead.

And so now the corpse walks—

sanity cracked.

So tell me girl,

how do you feel about that?

-S.S

My soul is at a constant tug-of-war between having a happy heart and a melancholy mind. I think that is why I am so positive toward others and sad toward myself.

A wild, scorching thing / @evrogina

I wish i had been softer, nicer and warmer. I wish had not been icy cold, cruel, lurid and sharper.

To all the people i have met before.

Too bad somewhere in this realm,

a life exists

Too bad that life isn’t mine to own

Too bad if it’s better than my own

Too bad I’m still hunting for that somewhere

No, not like a predator

But like diminishing flame trying make it out the storm alive

Except storm, appears be a cage .

Too bad, because of them I have decided otherwise

Birds in a cage think freedom is crime.

Too bad, that life still exists

But isn’t mine.

You ever feel the longing
For inscense
Candles
Dark chants over scented smoke

Instead you lose touch
Your ancestors call, softening
Over the hustle and bustle
Of work
Bills
Life…
It is time to focus on your evilution.

Sabrina Rayne

For years, I adored you
For years, I loved you
I even worshiped you and your smile
Your wit and intelligence…
Yet you killed us
With your cold and callous returns
I pleaded and begged
Held on so tightly
My nails bled red
But you continued whispering lies
Into my ears and mind
All the while
You massacred my heart

And now I sit here
Staring into your eyes
As they return my gaze filled with your lies
And your lips form the word ‘Love’
But your actions speak of other things
And I feel ruined
I feel lost
I cannot believe this lie any longer
I cannot believe in ‘Love’

By SabrinaRayne

I’m stuck in the backseat
While someone else drives
I want to see where we are going
But the windows are fogged
And I am yelling over the music
But my voice isn’t heard
And you keep telling me to relax
Enjoy the ride
But it’s not the direction I want to go
And I try to get out
But I fumble with the door locks
I’m suffocating in the back seat
While you drive on in the front
Ignoring my gasping
My pleading
And I can’t be angry
I allow this voyage to continue
Mile after mile
Day after day
City to city
I must be mad

By SabrinaRayne

I feel empty again
I can’t understand how
Or when
It happened so fast
And I crashed into the earth
A falling star
My heart is heavy
My passion waning
I am not sure how lost I am
No sun
No Moon
Just darkness, consumed
I need a kiss
Deep and hard
Nothing can save me more
I need a spark
Within my heart
I need inspiration
To rev this creativity
But I am lost
I am blind
And it’s so fucking hard to find 

By SabrinaRayne

yet another day
where emotions confuse me
and I am left alone
even though you are right here
next to me
it’s as though you are a ghost
or as though I am a ghost
and our love
which once made us corporeal
has faded
and with it
our ability to sense each other
and I can’t stand the silence
or the emptiness
even though I know you are there
I can’t feel you any longer
so I let go…

By SabrinaRayne

How to romanticize your life on campus this winter?

• Exploring the hidden worlds between the pages of books while sipping a hot drink.
• Sitting on the windowsill with a blanket covering your body while a storm rages outside.
• Strolling through the cobbled streets in the moonlight with your face hidden under a long woollen scarf.
• Listening to the music of Frédéric Chopin on the record player while you close your eyes and lose yourself in the Romantic era.
• Waiting for the sunlight to go away to light a scented candle and let your thoughts travel to paper.

Ps: I’m doing a survey on Dark Academia for a university project, if you like DA, I’d be happy to have you do it: https://forms.gle/bhFRX9ivTs9BXXdj8