24 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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Drawing you in
Taunting, Teasing
Until you are spent
Daunting, Ceasing
No sense can be made
Hanging, Grasping
She swallows you whole
Haranguing, Gasping
Her darkness descends
Cloaking, Hovering
Blinding your mind
Choking, Covering
Til nothing is left
Barren and Void
Insanity lingers
Empty, Destroyed
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01 Thursday Jun 2017
Posted in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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Spiraling around her, with undignified flair
Consuming her being, ingesting her air
It spoke not a word, just a hum of a voice
In a moment she knew, she had no other choice
She’ll succumb to the madness, held once at bay
Let the fires keep burning, she’s nothing to say
Spinning and swirling, her mind, in a daze
Trapping her, in its hypnotic haze
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12 Saturday Nov 2016
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#poetry, dark poetry, dorindaduclos.com, fear, insanity, letting go, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems
Waves appear in rapid show
Swirling, like a tornado, grow
Hands that grip, the fear in me
Are now a part of this old tree
I hold on tight, my fingers dig
This vortex snaps me like a twig
Spinning out of my control
Stuck here, on this magnetic pole
Afraid to lose my grip, and so
I stay here, never letting go
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03 Thursday Nov 2016
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Insanity, the incessant need
To put pen to paper, indelible ink
Invisible, yet clearly seen
Leaving a mark, permanently
Inscribed, on blank pages
Merely, the story of our life
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04 Thursday Aug 2016
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, forest, insanity, madness, Night Owl Poetry, poems, tomorrow
She waits, among the evening mist
In the forest, a familiar place
Where she can sit in quiet thought
Longing for his sweet embrace
Each passing night grows longer
Still, she waits as time goes by
Silently, she’ll contemplate
Never knowing the reason why
Each time, he says ‘tomorrow’
He’ll return, a recurrent theme
And she’ll come back here, once again
Beguiled, by her fanciful dream
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