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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I Am Dreaming
For the first time, I am dreaming. Swallowed whole by the nebulas Staining like spilled ink in the whites Of eyes that are too wide, too open
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
Broken Monuments
I am locked in the red room, the dark room, of my thoughts Where good ideas go to rot, process, and shift into something ugly.
By Silver DauxExclusive • 11 months ago
Underfoot
We move fast when there is a war underfoot. Quick to discover, quicker to bastardize. We run like rats on meth, butterflies on speed,
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
Chasing
It was better when I had my head shoved out a window Nightmaring casually about glass shifting into a guillotine. It was better when there was tobacco in my teeth
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
The Dog. Top Story - March 2025.
I am an unsocialized dog biting at your heels, Snarling and snapping at your shadow. I am yanking at the lead, choking myself out
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
The Crypt
I'm crawling out of this crypt with a heaviness To my bones and soul that wasn't there When I first came down here for a little nap.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
Treasures
I have a treasure chest of the things you left behind. A bad attitude, a frown that looks just like yours, And a shadow that is well-acquainted with boxing.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
Palette
Your sorrow is my palette And I am painting a picture Large enough to devour you. . Maybe in another life I was Strong enough to resist you
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
Reaping Growth
Take away my growth. Take away the miles and miles of suffering Laid out behind me like a how-to guide on failure. . Take away the ladders I built
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
Monet Painting
If you were a Monet painting, I would dip my fingers into your flesh And tear you open just to see Your pretty pastel insides.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Poets
Maybe. Top Story - March 2025.
Dewey was snoring. It was the least endearing thing about him on a list that was alarmingly short. It was that and leaving the wrappers to his gum everywhere, including Rowan’s bed somehow. The overly charming exterior that was Dewey did nothing to counteract the vexing sound of his snores now.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Chapters
Outcomes
I've died. In the crook of your arms, The bend where your thoughts turn From hopeful to dismal, I've died. . There was no other outcome.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets