Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

427 stories

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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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Fields
Sometimes I wonder if I am more field than forest Or if the root of the trees have found good soil in me. Laths and plaster hug me tightly, leaving room only for glass
By Silver Daux10 months ago in Poets
Word Vomit
I think that I'd like to vomit. You know, puke up the day-old words That are souring and rotting in my stomach. They seem to live there in the hollows of my soul,
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
Mountain Peak
It isn't appropriate to keep you locked in a cage Even if it the bars are made of calcium and bone. Neither is it advisable to keep something like you
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
This Poem Won't Make A Difference
Work for nothing, live for nothing. Swallow the grey, clock out late today. Every day, clock out late every day. Come in early before the birds,
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
The Corruption of Magma
I am ooey gooey in the middle with magmatic thoughts of you. This is no great, grand love but an obsessive hunger for war Because at the core of this dying star about to go supernova
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
The Tax
The dreams of you are slipping away from me. Sand through my fingers. Black sand, like the odd mix of soot and rubble and dreams that fills up that old warehouse where we got married. Where those bounty hunters hit you in the head with a brick enough times for it to loop past cruel overkill twice.
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Fiction
The Linens
I dream of becoming the linen sheets hung in the wind, Basking in the warm sun of a spring that promises summer With words that taste like honey and have no shelf life.
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
The Roommate
I am used to the weight of you on my shoulder, Used to the way the world smells warm around you. I'm trapped inside the wings of a bread aisle,
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
Lemon Juice
Monday morning means I am in a lemon-sucking mood, Twisting the corners of my mouth around bitter words That would sound better in an accent without twang,
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
The Killing Love. Top Story - April 2025.
You must understand that I love you, First and foremost. From the very aching depths of my broken bones To the wounds slashing me open
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
True Leaves. Content Warning.
Back against the wall. . The thoughts that brewed under the clouds, In the fog of a cold but gentle winter of grey, Live now underneath the dappled sunlight.
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
Paths
If this was a different life, I'd be having coffee with cream and sugar In the city with my best friend, laughing Because we missed the train again.
By Silver DauxExclusive • 11 months ago