Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

428 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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Catch Me If You Can
Clawing at my eyes Just to get a glimpse of you, And licking the razor To remember your taste. I've shoved roses up my nose
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Lovebirds
I want to love you The way I love the hot coals Shoved under my feet Underneath the blankets, Burning and unforgettable.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Worth. Top Story - February 2025.
I taste you on the tip of my tongue Like the words I forgot to say before you Packed yourself up and stepped out of the car.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Dancing Shadows
Staring down the smooth metal, The open mouth of a nightmare That I'm used to slipping my tongue Inside to taste the smoke of this sin,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Long Sorrow
It's a long sorrow, sticking fingers in my eyelids And dragging them halfway down my face. It's a long sorrow, tugging my mouth down
By Silver DauxExclusive • about a year ago
Selective
It was a poison that started In the pretty pastel paint Coating the plastic bricks Of a kindergarten classroom That smelled like melting crayons,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Blank
I'm unhinged. As in, busted-the-doors-off-the-frame, unhinged. I called for universe But I got the devil. . I asked for a drink of cool water
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Subverted. Top Story - February 2025.
It's Not Real. . It's not real. . It's not real, it's not real, it's not real. . It. Isn't. Real. But fuck...do I wish that it was.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Sooty
I live alone In the shadowed breaths Plaguing my head And the whiskey stains Rubbing sharp fingers Across the soft parts
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Dropped. Content Warning.
Oh shit. Oh shit. I dropped it, The slim, sharp piece of me That made the rest of my insanity make sense. It's shoved between the couch cushions of desire.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Lightless
It was hot. And humid. The room tasted like summer, all wet dirt and corn sweat. Focusing on anything, let alone something as consuming as writing a novel, was bordering on insane. Or impossible. The effort of thought was strenuous enough to break a sweat. And I was already sweating.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Photography
Death
It looked like a bug was dying. And it upset me. Badly. No matter where I looked along the eastern flank of Lake Michigan, I could not corral my eyes into obedience. They kept straying to the ripples in the water. The last pieces of a life ending.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Photography