Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

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Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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Bright Midnight
The world was black. Empty. A swath of mingling darks catching the shadow of a castle Made of stone and rotten days of mirth
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Indomitable
It's a fight against the pulse of the planet, Against teeth that sink through muscle And scratch their initials into bone.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Jurassic Dreams
Where am I going? Why? . Soft, wide feet tamp down the tall weeds of the understory, Press into the mud to be revelled at later
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Nameless, Faceless
I don't know my name. I don't know who I have become in the rain Of another blazing, hot summer day Where there is no sun but heat and miles and miles of gray.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Unread. Top Story - May 2024.
Layla: Coming over tonight? Asher James: Yeah, but I'm driving the Honda. Dad doesn't feel like lending out the convertible again.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
The River
Cry in your sleep. When the tears won't fall, Won't catch the light, cry. Let them nourish the ethereal Lilies of the dead.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Sharp
I am coarse, rough around the edges but not like sand. Not in the way that it can feel soft, masquerade as something nice.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Tether
He missed the chair and hit the floor, Head knocking against the wood polished with dust. Darkness, dusk, night fell across his form,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Blurry Outlines and Bad Words. Top Story - May 2024.
I am caught in the teeth of the moderator, Stuck between their molars and making the King of censorship Chew on something they don't quite understand.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Corium. Content Warning.
I am full of celestial patterns and cosmic battle scars. Chock-full of wandering melodies Plucked on badly tuned guitars.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Robbery
How long have I been watching without him? Decades. The world is cold. My world is cold. I watched often and spoke rarely. The world was large from my perspective, at the heels of your feet. It was pretty too with its big blue skies and sunny days. I saw more of the sun than you did, didn't I? The sun and the moon. Bright and brighter.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Melted Records
I am the broken record Bleeding black vinyl across the dusty wood floors, Leaving a sticky imprint of plastic and glue Behind as though someone will read the clues
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets