Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

409 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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Spectator
I wonder where you will be when the dust settles, When the cobwebs are littered with the speckled remnants Of old memories longing to be forgotten.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Squall Line
I am barely restrained. Lofting high above roadways and untravelled Forest paths running amok with desires. I float on the current of the squall line
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Melancholic Clock
Typewriter poems won’t fix the melancholy Seizing my throat Like a man maddened by disease, Foaming at the mouth with fear and a quiet “please”.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Always Together
Always. Together. Always. Together. Always, together. He fisted his hands in his black hair, staring at the coffee stain on the pale linoleum between his legs.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Fiction
Voices on The Wind
I hear you calling on the broken winds. Honey eyes melting into sunrise, Beauty collapsing under the pressure of Volcanic plumes. Ash. Snow. Fallout.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
The Current
Crestfallen, empty, overflowing with the sludge Pouring from tar-tainted breath, I wilt. I blossom. I perish. The shadow of a hawk ripples across my pale petals
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
T H I R S T
Let me haunt the pretty things Cluttered in the corners of your eyes. They look delectable in the honey sunlight Of your private mourning session.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
Porcelain Prairie
I will never forgive the porcelain dolls unbroken By the sticky hands of childhood. Shrill screams and dirty nails never ripped the pretty hair
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
It was always the little things. The rogue strand of red hair reaching high for the dim yellow light of morning. Freckles lifting as she sneered down at the breakfast I had prepared. The vile way her molars chomped on cereal. Milk splattering to the table. Drying. Sticky on my fingers as I cleaned up her mess. The image was so clear in my mind that when my alarm twanged its little tune, I jolted as though I could already hear the smack-smack-smush of breakfast.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Fiction
Eli Died Alone
Eli had no talents. No home. No friends. No career. No sense of future and no dreams of better days. Nothing going for him in life. Eli was a wandering vagrant in all the ways that didn’t matter. Which is why, he supposed, he was walking down the shoulder of a freeway looking for a rest station, food, and lodging. He was a drifting nobody.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Fiction
Ship Of Dreams
She became something magnificent. Something larger than the cold winter nights of April sprawling across the Atlantic and something smaller than the tiniest pebble of coal tucked in for a long sleep on the ocean floor.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Fiction
Nighttime Pastime
A poor man dipped his hands into the ivory puddle. The melted stardust was warm against his frozen fingertips, Soft and gentle like the ashen touch of a cigarette kiss to his lips
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets