Dark
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In the quiet corner, a raindrop dances, sliding down the window— a tiny journey, reflecting the world outside, blurry and bright, each drop a moment, each splash a song.
When Winter winds begin to whirl around
and whisper through my long and lonely days,
I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem
and hope I find some comfort in a phrase.
Fireflies glow in the dark.
Lightning always strikes something.
Rain pours down.
Lightning and Rain like to speak to each other a lot.
Ten years ago today, four innocent people in a pharmacy were shot.It took just thirty something minutes for the murderer to be caught.The two employees survived but the pharmacist and his customer died.
We fell in love in late spring
As cool wind nipped at our cheeks
we found warmth in each others bodies
Our love blossomed into the summer
Hot, sunny days
Walking trails hand in hand
I think I lost myself, again Because here I am, fondling the sheets at 3am, looking for you in the darkness I only feel comfortable, if you are around And I can't eat, unless I feed you first
When she flies.
When she lights up.
Heart soaring,
people bright,
this is the feeling of flight.
I cannot explain much,
there is no explanation,
The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air, an aftertaste with dry cracked lips.
Gritty and hard to chew as you gnaw on your cheek, with a metallic saltiness and kinda sweet.
There were lots of folks at the town fair,Some kids begging mom for a dollar,And refugees on a dusty road without a fare;Just roaming about in a horrid squalor.
Where blue apples are growing,Brown apparel is shrouded.And there's shrubbery for a mile swelling,With sinister graves divided.
My feet hang down, warmed by the freezing water
My soles brushing the pebbles that cover the bottom
It feels as though the water is trying to drag my body away
It wasn’t something you’d expect
I never thought it would be her
That the kindest person I’d ever met
Could possibly be the killer
The single person I latched onto
I'm sitting on the tongue of a wild beast--
The red rasp stained like concrete when children scape their knees.
I can't fall. I know I can't fall again,
because I'm terrified to see the bones underneath--
This could be the darkest poem I will ever write
So I will make it a short one
So now it could be the darkest short poem I will ever write
And maybe it already is so let’s start with the light
The best way that I can explain life is that it is like a thread,
And the length of your string all depends on what you went through and the words that were said.
Someone told me once that we only see stars when they’re dying
As if death was the most memorable thing about them
And it makes me wonder.
You know depression is an empty space
A universe of no life
Frozen Wind was a warm road selected for the journey
Oftentimes written as though the author knew the act
I will challenge them many, walking the steps, the undulated concrete
I have worlds contained within me
that hum as I step between them
that sigh as I step through
shadowed spaces. and dazzling places.
a hallway beyond the veil
a dark room left wanting
The kindness that draws A spirit closer to home
The mindlessness, flaws That makes us our own
Are all part of people Those lost and those found
None reaching the steeple But all heaven bound
Do not fear the setting of the sun
Do not fear when darkness comes
Do not fear the howling wind
For with each night, a day begins
You can shiver in your skin
O’ museum of bones
When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it.When the moon is full, he hunts and kills werewolves, that's why he uses silver bullets.
It's been so long since you left, I shouldn't care but, I still do, I can't stop remembering the time we spent,
They promised it'd get better.I told them I believed them.It's been 3 or 4 years.And I still don't see a thing.For who am I doing this?This hasn't been worth it.I'm waiting and waiting.I'm not allowed to say I'm not strong enough, I've come all th
*This is a poem based on the black plague that spread through Europe in the mid-14th century. It started in Dorset and spread throughout the land. It touched the souls of old and young and in between The women and Children'll kiss the p
*BELIEVING*
_Stick unto God and believe in yourself. *It'd be bright after the dark.* There most be a black *time dark starry night before an open heaven* of a brighter sunny day._
Goodbye to the old me,
The one full of sadness, pain, and misery.
She never seemed to show a genuine smile,
Only when she knew she was gonna get higher.
Searching for the love that was lost,
What a low cost.
I might be wrong in thinking
That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms
Dark wombs
Even darker tombs sinking further down to a heated core, a hellish home
My body, at last.
Driven by the moon
Though I'm sustained by the sun
I find some refuge in believing
God will hold me when I'm done
He keeps dragging me down,
to where a cry for help doesn't make a sound.
He has taken my mind,
it is so far gone I’ll never be able to find.
The peace I was searching for,
Can't see.
Can't breathe.
Drowning...
Wait-
To reach out.
Is it hopeless?
All is lost.
I deny this.
I have not failed.
Take Their hand.
Go to the Light.
Accept Them.
PERSISTENCE
You may be
getting little
or even none
today, but
belie'e me,
you soon
gonna be
getting plenty
that way if you
ain't quit
someday.
Within a minute you are quick to claim your fame
In another moment you completely disowned it
A rebel driven by the devil words of wisdom questioned
A world full of deception
Within a minute you are quick to claim your fame
In another moment you completely disowned it
A rebel driven by the devil words of wisdom questioned
A world full of deception
Neglect
Abuse
Abandonment
The beginning of our undoing.
Separation
Deprivation
Time
Perhaps for her, to be eternally chained in a dungeon would be better.
She would know her place, and need not question her future.
As his kajira, the object of his dreams she would be.
Look at you.
The blame is all yours.
You should have kept your mouth shut.
This is your fault.
You should have suffered in silence.
Hunter of my soul.
Master of my body.
Be on your way.
Captured, I am not meant to stay.
Break me if you must.
But this bittersweet cage is unjust.
The demon within want let me in.
He blocks my sight from the light.
The evil within wants me to sign and do it again.
Why have you come to me?
Just look what you have done to me.
Manic by nature, recurring on paper
Therapists lose hope, increasing the dope
Drugs flowing free, needles, pills, killing spree
Blood Spackle the walls, as heroes continue their falls
That's Right My ANGER Yes... My ANGER... !!!!!!
Is PERFECTLY Fit For A... Poetic BANGER... !!!
You See My ANGER FEEDS...
Poetic Seams That Most CAN'T Believe... !!!
That's NOT EGO Peeps'... !!!
Don't you dare believe I just 'left' you.My love will always burn inside of me for 'My Boo",For you're the first and only who I let take a chunk of me.It stabs me inside knowing I waited 20 years for an AIT fling,
What is it about the night that makes people so scraed?
Is it because of the fact that they know that if something bad were to happen, they would not be sparred?
Rocks and stones
Dark tunnels
Creature noises in the dark
What lives here?
People gathering
Footsteps echoing
My family all around me
I feel united
There’s a bar in the mojave desert.
Most don't know how to get there,
Only hearing the mutters of instructions from drunken strangers,
But they all have same eyes,
I dream of climbing out my window in the dead of night
Perching myself on the rooftop and gazing up at the stars
The worlds different when it's dark out
It's still
Am I an effigy? A solid statue for you to practice attraction or affliction? Building me up with words and sweet gifts. Reasons to make me forget that the fire is coming. Filling my head with straw that I was convinced you picked just for me.
All we are is
just shadows
Without bodies,
immaterialized.
What will matter then
sifting through dark
No flesh left to torture
no substance left to taint
This life haunts me
Ya Know These Days It Seems That Many Believe …
That They're Ready To See … " The KILLER in Me " … !?!
Now Why Would They REALLY Want To See …
ANGER That Swells … DEEP Inside of Me … ?!?
No moon.
No stars.
No light.
Just
Shadows, and silence.
This feeling's just right.
Hugged by a blanket. Silk sheet against my skin.
Depression isn’t gentle
She doesn’t knock when she enters the room
Or text you before she comes over
Instead she kicks down the door and takes what is hers
She does not need your opinion
Depression grips my wrist like a child in a storm
Holding me a hostage, in my head and in my dorm
Filling me with sadness that cannot be explained
Like my head is full of cannon balls and my ankles all but chained.
Scarlet flames of fire
dance across my fingers.
The light cannot harm me,
for I am its master.
Fire bends to my will,
and dies at my command.
The dark can't consume me,
Her mouth resembles that of cotton, and not the overly-sweet candy kind.
Hearing “don’t frown, you’ll get wrinkles” only makes her eyebrows furrow even deeper; her frustration as visible as ever.
My Soul Wishes To Sin ...
And Embrace This At A Whim ....
A Wish To Kill ALL THINGS ... !!!
Kill The Human Race ... !!!
And All of It's FALSE Grace ...
I'm ready to self destruct.
Please, just hold me while I leave.
I don't want to do this, but,
a part of you will go with me.
I keep trying to run away,
now you say you need me to stay
don't look at me,
the room is empty; the wind, stopped.
the room is quiet; the world, silent.
the room is dark, the light has left.
the room is cold, the warmth decided to leave.
Hello there, little warrior boy
Are you getting lonely?
Cheer for the saints,
It's the demons who own thee.
Fall up and bare arms,
Against king's of decree.
Learn how to let go,
I Move In The DARK Like ... Deep Sea Sharks ...
Therefore My Bite's WORSE Than My Bark ... !!!
Why HATE Because My Skin Tone's DARK ... ?!?
why is it so hard for me to find happiness? maybe because that i don’t know whats happiness for me.
After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
Darkness is to me,
Like demons are to Hell.
My cold and lonely residence
Kept hidden in this shell.
"I'll teach you how to smile", they say
"I'll teach you how to shine.
I'll teach you how to love,
Quite child,
be silent
they can hear us in the dark
Quite please,
they'll find us
I can hear the devil dogs bark
Quite down
they'll grab us
and confine us in a place
It's quite now
Running out of time,
counting down the days,
the only dream I have,
is to skip the future haze.
For my dreams are not happy,
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
It was her coffin she carved
One of wood and one of stone
But it’s the day she died
That still lies quite unknown
Here lies a prince from Spain
Who always were an armor of pure black.
With mind and heart fully intact,
He took the chance to first attack.
Some days I feel like a burning candleLong forgotten and wearing thinUntil finally I run outUntil finally I drown myselfUntil finally my light goes outAnd it’s all my fault
Can you save me?Can you pull me from my pit?From my dark and endless jail?Can you tear down my walls of anguish?Burn my fears or failure?Can you help me?Can you teach me how to feel real again?
everybody dies, everything else is lies. this is the only truth, there is no surprise. no matter where you hide, death will come and find you. it was meant to be, it will remind you. it won't hear you scream, it won't wipe your tears.it will stand
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‘Temper your enthusiasm,’
She said,
‘The extremes of your reactions;
You should have
A more conventional frame
On which to hang
Your unconventionality.’
‘Don’t push people,’
She said,
It still lingers in me,
How can this sadness be?
The voices telling me what I can and can not be.
Feeling hopeless, every hour.
Like a never blooming flower.
What is the point of life?
he and i
laying on a soft quilt
the cloud cover making the room dimly lit,
but even then i can make out the details in his face;
like the freckles sprinkled acrossed his right cheek,
6:00pm on a Wednesday, the soft rain has left a vapor in the air that settles on your skin like sweat. The sky fills with clouds and sun to spread a yellow hue across the atmosphere like looking through aviator glasses.
Have you ever starred in wonder
At my favorite of sights
A treat that’s only possible
On dark and stormy nights
When the light behind a leafless tree
Seems to set the wood a glow
There's a dark angsty touch of the time 12 am. She envelopes the sky with her pitch black hands, cooly but securely setting me in the darkness. She has one eye, bright and glowing sometimes, barely there a few days later.
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
“Sickening static surrounds my mind
My head is a circus
All the smudges on the mirror
made me go insane
“Sickening static surrounds my mind
My head is a circus
All the smudges on the mirror
made me go insane
“Sickening static surrounds my mind
My head is a circus
All the smudges on the mirror
made me go insane
Just east of here lay
A girl of late adolescence
In a field of paper flowers
Raindrops cascade here and there
There is a dark presence that lurks
Within us all
It takes the shape of shadows
Where it can be found is far from the light
I walk along the footpath of despair, slowly diverging from the main road
It’s too loud here, I say to myself, I need to go deeper.
welcome friend, it's dark down here.
for most, it's much too grim
the table's set with plates half empty
the cups spill o'er their rims
I'm sorry I closed off
Cloth can’t cover enough,
Eventually all will be exposed.
You try to sneak by,
“Don’t let them see you cry.”
The blood has a calming effect,
The Bell-tower taunts me when I look out my bedroom window.Saints who sin are loved more than me.Their audience comes in droves to the sounds of bells!
I hear them ringing.I go numb with fear.
Everything happens for a reason.
Every single painful thing we've ever gone through
happens for a reason.
All those sleepless nights,
all those days of hiding behind masks,
come to me in droves oftransparent wings—like flies, swarming aboutrotting fruit in a bowl byan opened window;
"The dead rise in classic form,Shakespearean and angry,to touch my body."-- Dancing Bear, The Dead
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
My evil stepmother and I became lovers and we killed my dad.We did it so that we could get all of the money that he had.We were greedy and we made sure that Dad would Rest in Peace.
wanting, a simpler form of greed.
greed is seen as a sin,
but for you, my dear, id count every sin and smile at them.
when you fell from heaven you were screaming
knowing that you were damned to hell for the sins you committed
somethings different
somethings off and changed and
i dont want to question it anymore because ill overthink it and switch back
I can not live without the moon.
I can survive, yes, but am unable live.
When the moonlight is gone, the night skies turn bleak.
The forces that banish it I will never forgive.
All my life I've guarded
my closest angels as they fell ill,
Cursing sickness with demonic persuasions
and washing down pills
with deadly compounds dressed in glass.
All my life I've watched
There’s always been a darkness
A never-ending pain
A pit of infinite loneliness
A hole within my chest.
I’d tried so hard to be rid of it
Why, as children are we
afraid of some darkness?
Just the still black air,
and yet, we all hate
the crushing stillness
and the possibility
that there could be something
i didn't quite understand
until judas knocked at my door,
and held my hands in his.
"I forgive you," he told me
"now forgive yourself."
You call yourself a family
but live so unhappily
mom smiles in people’s face but
when she’s home
puts people in their place
Dad stays quiet , don’t know what to say
depressed with the life he live
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
Concealing the unknown
Stealing sight
Hiding who-knows-what
In the night, is
The Dark.
The Dark that lies across the land
That pools beneath the bed
That stretches at the edge of light
I heard once, that the “only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
But my god, the way I feel in the dark says otherwise.
Whenever I look in the dark
I see him standing there
I look around and see a spark
Then can’t see anywhere
Then I thought I heard a lark
But it was only air
Even though it’s not a shark
I’m still lost,
Inside my head.
I’m still lost,
Within this dread.
I’m still lost,
Leave me alone,
I’m still lost,
They ask are you good?
I answer with my mask
and feel like a empty cask
I´m fine
so everyone around me can shine
can you see the skyline
I´am supine
being on my back
it´s all black
The daytime dreamer is always so beautifully alive
in her mind.
But, she looks so cold -
on the outside; like an aged book
with a cracked spine.
Today’s a new day
The clouds beginning
To give pathway for sunlight
If I look at that way
Who’s here at night
When there’s not a bit of light
To accompany the darkness of my mind
even if i fall down ill get up look for new dawn when the parts of my heart fall away i still be smiling today for people who need it to warm there days even if im crying and i feel sad to the point of asking to the sky why ill still stand strong
My lashes cast off a bitter spell;my nails have bled – dripping with everycolorless sob,when I brushed them through the sunlit clouds . . .Where I was born under the rose bushes soil --
Upon the moonlit morrow,
gasps a breath,
faintly growing weaker.
§
If only tomorrow,
could pause in rue,
of Death's endless eager.
§
Fallen at last,
the soulless spirit
No one had prepared me
For Winter.
That black cold
Struck you to the bone.
Not even the moon shone
Through my smog.
there’s a darkness that dwells
under the sheets that i sleep in,
filling the void with an emptiness.
it reeks of burning ice and rotten dreams
and some nights it threatens to suffocate me.
She sadly drowns in tears
Because of how you treated her
You were nothing but a manipulator
Time after time and, year after year
She put her trust in you
And you disappointed her
Your heart was never there
Some of the sunshine disappears
When a loved one sadly passes away
You think of all the good times you had
Each and every day
Those precious memories are still there
Even though that your mom is gone
My mentor is the gentle hand that guides me away from the "wrong" crowds.
My mentor is the tutor that taught me that those mistakes aren't always the end of the world.
It has been seventeen years
Since that dreadful morning
Thousands lost their lives unexpectedly
Hearts are still grieving
The events that took place on that day
Sadly presented turmoil and corruption
Stop hanging around the wrong crowd
All they would do is bring you down
The streets are nothing but trouble
Nothing but a disheartening sound
Dark clouds will surround you
A potential calamity is near
She’s tired all the time lately and her head is always cold
She just wants to sleep but everything is uncomfortable or aching
I was lost and alone,
Hopeless and afraid,
Storms raging, endlessly...
But I lit my own torch!
I Braved my own storm!
The mentor I had.....
Was ME.
Blackout
Lights off
No sign of life
Why are we
So scared
So terrified
Of the Dark?
Because it's silent
No breaths
No wind
No heartbeat
No secrets
She dragged her self across the jagged ledges of dispair
Looking to the dark she begged if anyone were there
Her cry a plea that carried on a whisper in the night
What do you see when looking at me from afar?
Staring at me with those stones in your eye sockets.
The lava pours over the top and out my ears.
Born of a minority race
Adorned of comments and nitpicking
You grow a thick skin when subjected to
Adolescent Bullying
Spitting image of an Abuser
Mother couldn’t take it
You used to be my comforter,
Now you are my tormentor.
You used to be my guardian,
Now you are my warden.
You used to be my protector,
Now all you do is hover.
The picking at my fingers has begun, according to the open scabs on my thumb and index finger, the sun is under its covers.
My heart is heavy.
It is a bomb planted inside me,
Ready to explode within the walls of my chest.
My chest is tight.
My lungs fail me.
How am I supposed to see the light,
When I am encompassed by an ever growing cloud of darkness?
I have no power, I have no might
Come along on my journey, be my witness
There I sat in the darkness.
Nothing but the hum of a speaker and
The sound of my stomach choking on its own emptiness
It’s poetic
In a self loathing type of way
I feel my room holds a sadness
My heart has been ripped apart by your words your seething lies I denied because my love for you made me blind. Where is the light? You laugh at me as your darkness chokes me smothers the light that I wish would come back.
Months flewDays grow Blood flowed downSilver linesOf which covered up and downNo one knew the reason My story from heaven To give the people who needsBut doesn’t wantThe truth. Brother left to multiple blood with smoke smell of guns and sweatLeavi
You have sadly thrown your life away
You are drowning in misery
Poor decisions have been made on your part
As a result of hanging around bad company
You need to wake up
And take your life back
In every night, there is a morning.
In every morning, there is a night.
But in the darkness of every night, there will never be a light.
Why am I chained down by my suffering and misery?
Please, can someone set me free?
Can you send me to my eternal resting place?
To be free from my suffering.
Get on course
You have taken a step back
Clear your cluttered mind
Move towards the right track
Just find yourself
Remove from the darkness
Rise up over those clouds
In order to find your happiness
He is quiet. He is calm. He always sits in the darkest corners. He is not safe. He is dangerous. He is deadly.
I was a Pandora box
You opened me
And all my feelings rushed out
I was a Pandora box
You opened me
And all you see are the demons
I've been caging inside
The darkness set upon the town,
And cold engulfed the lonely streets.
No trace of humans left around
For they were sleeping 'neath their sheets.
So unaware about the danger
An endless sea of crooked trees,
Spreads widely over the horizon
With coal-black branches, crimson leaves,
That rustle in the eerie silence.
A narrow path slithers between
In the face of every single trial,
The girl had smiled, for she was not afraid,
And with each and every agonizing passing hour,
Her smile grew larger and her eyes shone brighter;
With the internet at our fingertips
(at our disposal never leting us breathebreathebreathe)
it is easy to see everything
(wrong with the world)
like
Closed in a closed cave
Its's so dark I cannot see my own skin
No flashlight, no torches, no matches, helpless
I can't start a fire...its's so dark I see no light
I'm your pretty standard emo,
I have cuts all down my arms.
I wear all black a lot,
And my writing's pretty dark.
People don't appreciate,
My negative attitude.
The way I wear my beanie,
You need to go away
You have manipulated her heart
Sadly, put her through torture
Right from the start
Cunning and deceptive
You have showed the dark side of your personality
I do something small
And it turns into an elephant sitting on my head
These words I hear
A hammer beating me down
I don't like myself
My insecurities screaming so loud
Nobody likes you
There once was a girl who thought she had it all
Then she grew up to watch everything fall
Dark thoughts in my head
Why can't I just be dead
Smiling faces in the crowd
Full of people laughing so loud
I feel empty
I feel cold
Is someone there? Do they care?
My mind is running again
My heart about to stop
The future just seems so dark
Hands. Toutching my arms, gripping the skin so rough that my fingers tingle.
Chest. On top of mine, crushing what I had of "boobs'
Eyes. Dark and full of evil, they store deeply into mine warning me of what they was capable of.
On her face she wore a smile,
Battered heart out of sight
Masks hid her from society,
Holding her up they watched her fall from the height.
Subtract from these 20 years,Those that I swallowed without tasting-Anesthetize the clocks,Sprinkle Father Time with amnesia,Whisper the year 2011,I am 13 again-
I have taken life I cannot giveI have pulled the veil of past shadows over meTo search for peace I have taken and cannot findBut still I reach, searching amongst distorted memories of what I must be
Dear Darkness,
We meet again in this tragic abyss. It feels just like my lost lovers kiss.
Once again, the air grows hauntingly thin. Take your pride in some fools grin.
The grayest of roses is red.
It is bright like stars in the night,
and soft like silk on your hand.
But how, you ask,
is a grey rose red?
Dear Death,
I know a place where ashes fall like snow
And fear is a shadow,
It follows me around as a lover,
Holding me closer until I can no longer breathe
Arielle, you were light you were gone before we saw this when you left it was dark I couldn’t see who could replace such a beautiful thing nobody so it stays dark, like the darkness right after the sun sets i pretend like it’
Sometimes I wanna say what I think I should have saidand sometimes I keep things all in my headmy mouth closedneedle and threada zipper acrossmy lips of red
Inside it is dark
There’s a monster in me
It is something I can not hide
The monster was created to shield
my fragile heart from pain.
Freedom takes on various forms like fake friends do,
They change based on who they take a liking to.
When I am alone in a quiet place is where I feel tranquility,
2:57 is the first thing my eyes take in as the shoot wide open
The glow of my alarm clock sends me this eerie feeling
I sense extreme warmth as the once cool room has dampened
Trapped in a decaying cell,
The cell an illusion of the boundaries that cannot be broken
While watching a constellation
On the train of desperation
The silence so deep
Rose, a lively rose.
My life is like a red rose,
Each petal is a special part,
Making up a picture.
Every petal that falls is something that cannot be forgoten.
Every few years a petal is lost.
Let me tell you a story
Of her heavy mind that cried
Every night to the moonlight
As she always questioned why.
Let me tell you a
Do you belive in love?
I believe my moods shift too much.
Darling, do you believe in dreams?
I believe that I talk too much.
Do you believe in love?
I don’t want to trust it anymore.
To my ex:
I let you put me in that dark little corner
and just above me hung
a mobile of bones --
it drew the breath straight from my lungs.
Silent whispers slithered in and out my ears,
The scenery can be cloudy
Whenever a person falls off course
Help one another out
And be in full force
Everyday, we as people deal with life
Everything is taken into stride
Time will continue on
I suppose I get too high on my lows.
I suppose I too get stuck on those notes.
Like so many others, they say it goes over.
Many of those others try to appeal to one another.
I suppose I can't really see no hope.
I thought the sunset was beautiful,
Until I thought about you..
Then I remembered the darkness that comes with a setting sun.
It makes sense to me now though,
blood is thicker than water, they say
but to me, they are the same
i feel the blood leaking out of my heart
like liquid pain boiling through my skin
and
Whenever you're down, my best friend,
When you feel as though the world is against you,
I'll be right there next to you.
And when you feel as though nothing matters,
Or that your burdens are too heavy,
The scarce embrace of
someone so distant,
Yet so warm you feel, just by
hearing their voice
And the dark cloud hangs over you,
only because you want them there,
Just some bread
Just a roll
For my grandmother
No one will know
She's been so frail
So perhaps I'll grab a pail
I'll fill it with water
For my grandmother
Just a bit of water
A drop of poison
Turns into bucket fulls
Sinking
Deep
Into the ocean.
Its deepest pits
Caught slipping
Silhouettes
Of rocks
Secrets
And algae.
Broken words and glass
the far moon slightly chipped,
whispers so softly
bring me home, i plead
to sleep with me in
solitude
how can i reach the place i long for?
save me from loneliness
Smaller and smaller they became
The words on the pages lost to an abyss
Each day weaker and weaker
And the words vanish
But the colors stay
The colors and the sound
The sound and the colors
I wish to paint your carcass black,
Show you all the dark thoughts I've ever had.
I wish to tear you limb from limb,
Use my anger
To show you the pain I'm in.
In clouds and in shadows I fled my mind,
unable to handle the world around me.
Instead of seeking help,
I sought desolation instead.
Clumsy fingers and a careless thought
A bottle of ink bleeds into the papers
They are sprawled across the floor
The stain will never wash out
I clean up the dark dreams that gather
My eyes, they water
My mouth, they're dry
My head, it's spinning
My heart, it's breaking
My body, it's frail
My ears, they're deaf
My voice, it's mute
My feet, they stumble
I'm always alone no matter what I do
All my friends that I have
Will eventually leave me soon
All the promises we made, you broke them
All the things we said we were going to do
We didn't
2 step sisters
Both stuffed with perfect red string and pearls
their brown hair like worms, and their eyes pools of mudd
on the outside, they appeared unflustered and unamused
pretty as porcelain dolls
Dear Diary,
I wish I felt guilt
instead of just fear
to be someone good
to avoid their piercing leers
Drizella and I were never very close
Though we did everything together
there she was
laid out on a dusty bed
still as a rock
sleeping because
the thoughts in her head
never seemed to stop
oh look, prince charming
handsome as ever
The pipes played as the piano sang along its keys, while twelve ladies danced,
Travelling across with unprecedented beauty.
Step by step. No falter could be seen.
Elegance and grace surrounded the sisters.
My vessel has been anchored, attacked, and conquered Leaving the pieces shattered and somber Stranded within a dynamic society My lifeless bones still dance with gaiety Misguided, unrequited, i have lost my light And here i lie undecided if sink
Switch blade cross bones
Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast
Asylums howl of the mentally insane
Grafted in my brain once again
Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers
Ever hear of the true story?
Of the mermaid in the sea.
This is rather gory.
A gold kingdom in the ocean.
A gulible red haired princess.
The tale is in motion.
My girl is like a starry night.
But without the bleakness.
And only the stars.
Sometimes there are clouds,
But they are clouds of anxiety
That cover up the light and glints
Of fiery spikes of planets.
Pretty little girl
With a basket full of fruit.
Her mouth may smile,
But her eyes reveal the truth.
Says she's off to see her aunt,
But that's not her real plan-
She has a secret hidden
Dark Hearts,
Clouded Dreams,
Undying Memories
The wrath of blood
slowly flowing down,
my cold dead skin.
This accident is gone,
no tears are shed
The world still turns
Whether you were told I was stolen or given
my story was shared.
The ending never right,
but nobody cared.
Here's what happened, so pay attention.
To this day I'm still unsure
Throughout the years
Cinderella watched as pedestrians passed,
Blood dripping off her hands from her actions.
Her victim wept,
Her tears red
In the coldest Winter
you were the coat that kept me warm
Made from many patches
all my favorite colours
I trust you like the fire
treading through snow storms
With your embrace comes wisdom
In the quiet hours before death.
all men must come to terms with their lives.
all the parts, and all the seasons.
they must observe it, regret it, and be proud of it.
depending on who you are,
Stuck, entangled,
Entrapped in the mangled
Mess of the past
This hollow tomb for a doer
Of evil is empty and black
There is no hope for the futer
Cause Only death is to come
Like blood matting fur, the hunger
stems down the spine, sweetest torment.
And echoes in fear, a flash, blind
Contrast – the forest awash with red,
swirling, the scent in the breeze, buzz
Rapunzel so beautiful,
So delicate,
So mystifying.
Her hair so long,
Long enough to create a wall-
Against all-
Who dare oppose.
She loved to wait upon her window sill,
Not one could conceive
Such incapable instant
Merely just a fair boy
Average as the corner store
Which not a shining soul laid eyes upon
Balancing on an oakwood stepping stool,I wiped at the mirage of colors on the grease stained windows.Another one of my "chores",Placed on my ebony tresses by my stepmother.Crystallized like warm honey on the outside,
I let you inside of my brain,
didn't understand why you caused me pain,
I find myself waking up in the middle of the night,
Trying desperately to feel alright,
There is lead in my bones,
drenched in her own sinful passionsthe moonlight caresses her silky curvesas she dances with reckless abandonher bare feet carrying ancient tattoossymbols of long forgotten midnight rituals
Once upon an Ending the Earth fell on my shoulders
as if I was Atlas carrying the whole world
The sky shattered like glass on to my skin
making scars deeper than they have been
A howl rings outIn the dead of the nightStraight out of nightmares It gives children a fright.
Paws pad closer Like leaves on the windQuieter than ghosts Quicker than sin.
Taken from his mother.He had the power to wishbut with a swishhe was stolen by another. Raised in isolation,receiving all he needed,with his life, he proceeded. Then there came a realization. The cook who raised himwas wicked and afraid,for the b
Behind closed doors and tight lips,there remain words trying to escape.
Behind locked rooms and sealed hearts,there lies a secret wishing to break shape.
All the dark colors,
Bind me to the ground,
Trapped with the memories
I hate and fear the most.
Burn me to ashes,
And when the wind blows,
My death is everywhere.
All the dark colors,
Light swallowed by shadows
Hearing voices nobody owns
Disembodied, and paralyzed
Good god, I’m PETRIFIED
Falling and falling
Grim are the days when
Grass does not whisper
And silent run streams
But no one listens
To know the difference
Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. As a degenerate, I summon the Master's actions to justify my behavioral grit.
An inquisitive mind-- flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine
Where tourists can flood my thoughts
Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives
Stabilizing their own
While weakening my historic rise
I wrote a poem to choke my sorrow.
Like a blot of gauze to staunch the blood flow.
Drops of blood drop and drip between my toes,
from wound that punctured lung like jagged bone,
My head is pushed under the waterinto the sea of insecurities.I open my mouthfor a gasp of breathbut no oxygen enters--
I saw you,
Once in a dream, twice with a scream.
You stood there watching,
Praying.
Waiting.
I was there playing,
Singing, hoping.
Like fairies on a flower,
We danced on short legs,
skeleton skeleton play me a riddle,one with the broken wordsthat have nothing left to piddle.
skeleton skeleton take a look in mirror,notice your bony featuresnobody body likes the way you appear.
A loved one may have passed on
Never forget that she taught you how to be strong
She is still there as a guide
To help you carry on
You were always her precious jewel
She wanted you to give it your all
In an ocean of darkness, there is one light for me.
And it shines brighter than even the sun above.
It is so close, yet not within reach.
I try to get closer, but the light fades into the distance.
In the dark I lie awake
Hoping, praying for our sake
I told you all that I felt
And all I got was a painful welp
I felt my heart leave my chest
Never for me to find love's rest
Now you're waking from the night
Blinded by aetherial light
All the tears have dried
You've no more left to cry
Wounded by the blade
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year
Every word people said were just words that…
Bounced off my ear
I graduated high school with a 4.0
Easy for me, everyone expected me to
The low thumping beat in my brain,
Is featured with depressing lyrics.
I feel the need to cry,
Yet I restrain.
That was my first song of 2016.
Sitting in the dark
Listening to them yell
I watch from the stairs
This is my hell
Am I the reason?
That they always fight
What did I do?
That causes this every night
I was soft, vulnerable
Turned hard and worn
The toughened exterior
Protected me
Until others peeled back the layers
And saw me there
Afraid to move forward
Stuck in place.
It started with her.
The chemotherapy was abortive and it didn’t repair the damage to her lungs.
It seemed absurd to waste time analyzing, every word I came across,
Bright light, lovely pale flesh,
reflecting blue as the moonlight catches movement,
as fingertips dance across flesh,
hot and humid breath catching at the back of your throat,
Here comes a feat of boots dressed in gold
Clad in a uniform just as bold
Keys wrapped in paper cloth
Hands wrapped in gauze
Bloodshot eyes tinker chilled
Yet he stays willed
The urge is always there,
after it's done for the first time.
That craving sets in,
and you are utterly helpless.
You do it to keep going,
to keep from falling.
To relieve that pain,
The urge is always there,
after it's done for the first time.
That craving sets in,
and you are utterly helpless.
You do it to keep going,
to keep from falling.
To relieve that pain,
They say light and darkness clash
Obviously they haven’t met us before,
I do stupid stunts but I’ll never crash
Men glide like ghosts,
Blending into the shadows
Of a darkened world.
The rain-laden air was palpable,
Heavy on the tongue and
Dampening the hair and
Leaving cool droplets on the skin.
At first, I thought I was a simple person that lived a simple life
School hasn't been it's usual as weeks go by
It's different, I was different
My artistic skills have been lacking, because of fear
Stress
Crisp was a winter midnight’s air.
Disturb the silence, no one dared.
The pain of frost taking our toes.
Our names and faces no one knows.
We see our gasps in the chill this night.
i.
you're cold.
two cats on your lap. a dog at your side.
messages awaiting on your phone
it's not plugged in.
you aren't plugged in.
please be okay.
how are things going?
There's dark and grey
every night and day,
if not living here,
then waiting near,
to pounce, to maul
slow me to a crawl.
I want to want to want to,
but it's haunting, haunting, haunting.
Miles into rural land, where no honk or squeal of the city could be heard, no urban life,
The summer air was tempid and so thick you could slice it with a knife,
At some point in life I'll have to be honest...with myself.. with you.
The truth is, I stopped caring.
Not, in an I give no fvks.
You didn't know that when you met me,I was sad.You didn't know when you met me that I didn't know how sad I actually was.You didn't know that when you
All these tears are washing away with the rain
All these fears are stripping away my insanity
Every memory fades away with the past
And each thought of you hurts more than the last
I am dark and lovely.
My skin glows with melanin.
It is naturally unique.
I am dark and lovely.
My hair is full of natural kinks, coils, curls.
I don't need a relaxer.
It's only in my dreams that I say what I mean,
because I think too much when I feel too much-- or too little,
and I find myself forgetting how to breathe,
while I wander aimlessly inside a prison of dream.
It is a cruel world out there
But, we must find the strength to live
It cannot stay cloudy forever
Something has got to give
Everyone goes through the struggle
That is where we learn the lesson
He eats; he sleeps.
He jumps; he falls.
He thinks, but can no longer recall.
It moves; it beeps.
It can write but not read.
It is the mean.
When it stops moving and beeping,
The bark booms,
the trees sway.
His head zooms,
he tries to go away.
He can't move,
but he can't stay.
He's constantly trapped
inside his brain.
No feeling at all
Nothing to recall
Living my life
Day to day
While others have a ball
Can’t breathe nor smile
Looking up at night
Is what makes me feel good.
To see the sky alight,
Makes me feel like I could
Fly up and join the stars
That shine in the sky,
And be swallowed by the dark.
It started early today with her ear-splitting nagging
Her purpose is to obey me, so I retaliated with slapping
Jabbing with a screwdriver she miserably misses
Over the horizon rests the deceased and the black skies and
Smokey clouds lift the useless souls above ground
There’s ritual drumming in the background
Monstrous figures dance around a fire
You see and then connectFrom rebound to rebound, it’s all in your headthese broken souls, and misfortunate eventsare completely suppressed, once you take them to bedtrapped in a body of sinful debt
I took a commemorative driveBack to a town that glorified the wiseIt was 500 miles and three packs of cigarettesThe crisp, burning sound embedded in my head
Our skin meshed,By our tendons underneath,We were so grateful,Until you needed more than we, One by heart,Three by the feet,Your elbows now tug against my cheeks,Trying to rip through the sheath,And make your run for the prince,Your passions flow
Cryptic and puzzling
Hard to understand
No one could figure it out
Nor did they have a plan
What we have here
Is a mystery
Nothing but dark clouds
Filled with ambiguity
***This was written during a dark part of my life and don't worry I am totally fine now and these thoughts are no longer a part of my mind***
Before even the
Predawn light,
The night wrapped
Around the stars
And blanketed
The trees with
Dark, feathery
Blackness;
There was no
Sound, and
Yet the silence
The flames die out.
Ghostly traces of red and orange and purple haunt the sky.
The last moments of light cling to the clouds as the weight of the sun is dragged down.
Resting place.
Somberness rises with the moon.
Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men
Where none think to trod
A black wall caging in the livestock
All together lost within an arbitrary boundary
Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light
Voodoo priestess see the world that lives within our own,Sight is blind but chilling touch can reach within the bone.Gilded wishes pervert the mind to cheat the humble man,
A throne made of ivory bone
a heart made of cold stone
a palace in ruins
a world in shambles
people in shackles
He sat upons his throne and thaught.
It great to be king.
Dark secrets stalks the night as the moon raised
The steps of the secret edges closer
As the moon fetches the ocean praise
But I couldn’t clutch my secret forever
Each day my passion ablaze like the stars
He stares at his ceiling
It's half past four
It's paranoia he's feeling
He looks at his door
No one will come
Yet, he still tries to run
Away from his demons
They scare him a ton
She wore it to his funeral,
But it’s also the aura of her soul.
It’s murder in cold blood; she stabbed him 27 times.
It’s the colour of hearts breaking apart,
The colour of death and imperfection.
People mistake my sadness for poetry,
But what they don’t realize is,
It’s just my soul bursting from me.
My mistakes,
My heartaches,
My life,
My strife.
I write them all out,
I can stop at any time,
I don’t need it.
I just want it.
The needles, the pills…
The crystal, the shrooms…
The dust, the dragon…
My tabs, my acid…
My herbs and my rock…
I like the warmth,
Across the scarlet horizon she stares,
Her motivation gone, she no longer cares.
Closer and closer to the edge she creeps,
“He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me,” is all she speaks.
“Can we be friends?” he asked.
“Sure.” She lied.
(I just wanted more…)
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” She lied.
(I’m dying on the inside…)
“I’m always here for you.” He said.
Your eyes used to shine with the stars,
Like constellations in the night.
Now they flicker with uncertainty,
Dimness…
Like a firefly slowly dying,
Losing its spark.
What used to be, isn’t.
Fear.
A devil straight from hell
Causes anger to swell
Fear.
A demon
With long wings
Laced with blood
Dripping down
Like a butterfly after rain
The eyes
She walked in the room quite unsure of herself,
Everyone peered up towards her self conscious frame,
She felt like the last book picked on the shelf,
The girl sat alone in the corner knowing she'd never feel the same.
Sometimes
the darkness overwhelms me,
constricting my lungs
until I forget what it's like to breathe deeply. Sometimes
the darkness consumes me,
eating away at my happiness
My body is a temple
Which I used to respect
But now, I’ve gone and fucked it up
My temple is a mess
Life is a journey through the woods
And I’m stuck in a bitter-sweet loop
Many times, I’ve sworn I’ll change, but
Am I invisibleWhen my arms wave for aidAm I bothering the peopleShunned and ashamedMy lungs fill with mistakesFour gallons of heart acheI fall to my endInside me
We start with theCrackling record of “Gloomy Sunday”Playing in the backgroundThe melody goes on slowlyBare feet moving carefullyto the romantic sound300 sextillion stars surround us
“We’re all just some punks, miserable creaturesWith our human goal to be: enhancing all of our featuresFurther into the caves, intentions become deeperLike killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
I am not a winner because I haven't fallen into the trap of sensitivityI have lost because my peers dramatize every little thingI am not a winner because I don't support implausible charities
We the peopleCreated the definition of insanityContinuously birthing another thesis to "protect" all of humanity
To whom it may concern,Yesterday I took a walk and I saw a birdHe flew in the opposite directionso I followedMy legs became weak, my head was so hollowHe led me directlyto a well
As I sit in my chair, practicing the traditions of bowing, blessing my heirThe thrown is now emptyMy body melts in the chairDrinking and reminiscingAbout the dynasty he created
The cold barren treesNo easy sway, but staunch in strife.No green from the leaves;No signs of life.
She always allowed music to follow her around.
She tapped out rhythms
and be-bopped and scat. She crooned
I do not like having to squint.
The bright lights are unwelcomed, I do not like the way it glints
against the tile on the floor, or wood on this desk
I would call myself many things before a poet.
The smell of mahogany and rain
Pressed and pleated plaid skirts
And rosaries around our necks
Teeth rip in
Blood, thick and sweet on my tongue
Salty flesh I spit out
Staring into angry, scared eyes
I smile, their blood thick in my mouth
A sword flashes through my sight
Blood flying from its blade
I’m entranced
It’s beautiful
I stand slack
The image firm in my mind
I've got the scars on my heart to prove my pain
After this I will never be the same
You say I only have me to blame
But you, the liar, should feel ashamed
I've got scars on my heart to to show why I cry
I have you fooled.
You can do this,
It’ll be okay,
It’ll work out,
Just more lies through my teeth.
I’m a foe disguised as a friend,
The beauty of fateis what binds us together.It sews you and I into the fabric,well, what little is left, that makesthe remainder of our humanity.
hundreds of souls gather round the Flame
their faces away to hide shade from shame
yet one soul searches desperately in hope,
to find one soul's heart not in evil soaked.
A dusty mirror catches my attentionInstinctively I search for my reflectionAs I look past the grime to meet my twinShe stares back with a maniac's grin
The beat will come to mind, and words will leave my lips.
The lyrics written when I was down, to remind of a dark place I wish not to experience again.
One day I'll create a song and I'll sing, dance, swing my hips.
I was happy.
We were happy.
I don't think you know, but I heard the gun.
Now, I live alone in numbness.
The feeling consumes me; that's all there is.
No peace.
Just noise.
Those who have felt it know
its impossible now to forget.
How consuming the darkness is
yet we were not done, were we?
We still have our time left,
our strength to move on.
"Come, Consume me," I say.
“It's so much fun! It's so much fun!”
Said the deliriously happy red and white stripes, gliding up and down the flaps of the grand tent
“It’s so much fun! It's so much fun!”
I need the light
Whether it's form is in friendship, love, happiness. I crave the warmth that
encases me when I'm with it. The light I mean.
Black for her darkness hidden.
Blue for her not yet cried tears.
Green for her pain that is there but not found.
Pink for all her fake smiles.
Purple for the laughs that pains her but she tries.
A svelte owl,
on wing through this dark mooned night,
an ego ghost on the prowl,
to find what has been for his might.
.
Elusive moonlight,
scattered over frosty grass,
fuck that cat with two fists covered in molten lead
If I had a nickel for every day I spent in hell,
It would be the last three years with my ex-girlfriend.
I don’t know what that equates to,
Late night woken, barely alive.
struggling to see the light through other's eyes.
covered in darkness, covered to the core.
try to show people me, but they don't see the sores.
There once was a mother
Who lost her lover
And all she had was a child
Despite her care
And the life she shared
The mother slowly grew wild
As the child screamed
The mother schemed
"You Motherfucker"
She said as she let the darkness within her
That she suppressed and kept hidden for
so long, awaken.
Rendering him powerless
with every word she spoke.
In the midst of chaos
stands a lone rock.
This rock doesn't waver
nor does it speak.
It just sits there,
before the fray and
watches.
Everything around the
rock, leans forward
Come hither my cats,
let me sing you
a lullaby.
Sleep in my arms,
lay in the bed of
lavender.
Listen to the song
of sleep, and let
it linger in your ears.
The night has come
In life we are given many tokens of worldly greatness,Staring us in the eyes through a mist,A dark fog with nowhere to see anything in front of us,Except for those objects that are inanimate.
How strange it is to see you here, even after all these years?
Come, have you, to see me now, to see me lying in my cask?
Have you come to mourn me now, or have you to degrade me once more?
Tick! Tock!, goes the clock,
That seems its repeated refrain.
It never stops or ever fails,
And bores into my brain.
Click! Clack!, goes the steps,
Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic.
Here where I took and ate, saccharine.
Here she was born.
Let me go
Please stop it.
My veins crepuscule.
Eyes dark
Lips dark
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
And I don't want to be another victim
to your vices
committed to humanity
making sacrifices reacting to such selfish ways a mirage of what real life is manipulating chemicals playing with mad science
In the darkness I heard a voice,
It wasn't screaming for help, it was asking for someone to join them.
I never understood why this was.
It wasn't until after her that i realized no one wants to be alone in the darkness
There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while.
Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire.
Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
It's all just a big game
you spawn at the beginning
you start with nothing
and start as nothing.
You build yourself up with the misguided influence of others,
you must learn all the tips and tricks
Sitting in a deep dark room,A void of blackness surrounds me.The end will come soon,The clouds outside seem eerie. Sitting there thinking,I'm trapped in my mind.My thoughts are sinking,I'm running out of time. My mind is a prison,I see no escape.M
Young King, Stand here with me as we face the darkness
And as light seems to fade and the shadows rise
Fear and hopelessness take hold
And as my strength weakens
I feel the end come near, only to be
On the forbidding ground I lay,
As the trees above me sway.
The clouds above me roar with thunder;
Don’t wake me from my dreamless slumber.
I feel a hurricane is near;
It’s so hard to not feel fear.
I am the night.
I am the dark.
I am the very thing that children wake from in their terrified stupors of panic,
gasping for air and clutching duvets closer to themselves,
trembling in the vast blackness.
Conform they say
You'll be just fine
Hide the truth away
It's only a matter of time
Society has clipped my wings
I can no longer fly
No happiness this brings
Some days I'd rather die
With summer laze and winter days
we wend our ways
in the silence of the night.
And creeping still, thoughts mill
amongst the dying of the bright.
But what comes will be and what be will comes
Only a portion of me is a neon pink.
Outgoing and wild,
crazy and free,
doing what I want,
when I please.
On a good day I'm a bold red.
Bouncing off the walls,
A life full of struggles is one that I lived, they started off mild, only a kid. Getting bad grades and making no friends, these are some struggles that I don't pretend.
As I look to the sky, my thoughts dwindle
the clear blue eases my mind with no effort
I close my eyes as the blue and grey mix
smelling the sweet air of rain, i smile.
As the sun sets, my world turns upside down
My mood is ruined by the flowers bloom
When I look up, the unique look down
The beauty of the world is equal gloom
The look of others, make my smile frown
*Throwback Poem: This poem was written way back in 2010, when I was about 11, and thought I was Edgar Allan Poe!! Haha!*
Dripping with violence,
A demon from the dark side
Is trying to summon you
For your not even dressed right
In your clothes at night
He's watching you as you are lost
How will you choose the right path?
I'm sorry that I'm so sensitive.
I'm sorry that I feel whole when you speak.
I'm sorry that I'm relentless.
I'm sorry for being weak.
Rage against the dying world,
Rage against the light,
Rage against the sorrows that bar my heart from flight.
The morning left me winded,
The evening left me bare,
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d
A worn out face stares through the fog,
forgotten voices fill her head.
The dripping of the constant rain,
diminishes the never ending pain.
Two dim lights finally appear,
The sunlight slowly began to fade,
It's silent whispers hissed, "Don't be afraid."
It disappeared from empty streets,
as little children hid under sheets.
Darkness filled the broken ones,
Damn.
They said he was a horrible man
That killing him would be a blessing
A delight
Then why does it feel so wrong
His crimson blood staining these boots
Like spatter art over the walls
Beautiful
A perfect family
But only to the eye
When you come into their lives
That perfect family has very dark lies
But o'no one pays close attention
The world spins around in shades of black
All around my head my own thoughts betray me, planning their attack
I wish I could scream
Or wake up from this horrible dream
A never ending feeling of floating
My heart is dark
The light can never find me.
No one is beside me.
I'm all alone,
But I'm scared to go outside
The light is the reason;
The reason I'm in the dark.
I've been here for so long,
Slash at my arms, my legs, my throat
What God is there to pray to
that creates such emotions as this.
I pray.
To not feel, I search for a void to
I search for a void
I search for
You're a devil. You're a menace.
No more love for you is your penance.
You're irrational. You're belligerent.
How stupid was I to think you were different?
“Leash and Collar”
The wind came by and picked me up
My heart dropped down but my body flew up
I dreamt a pile of words
Then woke up and threw up
Wrapped in a blanket,
Warm as can be,
No thought to forsake it,
No breath can he see.
Snow won't stop jumping,
From the clouds to the ground,
I'm all alone in this room,
Sitting here in my stone doom.
I'm all alone in this land.
I'm not part of God's plan.
No more, I can't.
Tears pour, I can.
This airplane is on fire and it's going down.Soon everybody on board will no longer be around.I'm really scared because of the trouble that I'm in.I'm praying and I'm begging God to forgive my sins.
I shake, and I shiver.
They're starting to see past the glitz and the glimmer.
It's getting harder to smile and laugh
When I want to scream and die. How can I deal with that?
My American psycho likes to kiss.
My American psycho likes me to be his.
My American psycho needs me to love him.
My American psycho is so stupid.
He has a dark, dark soul.
I'm getting bad again,
Everyday i wake up feeling the same thing..
lugubrious.
Thoughts of suicide,
On my mind 24/7
it's like..i'm high!
He was a man of God but that thug didn't care in the least.That animal walked into a Parish and murdered the Priest.When he was arrested, he said that he killed the Priest because he hated God.
A man broke into my house and killed my entire family.Because of his corrupt lawyer, he was found not guilty.He killed another family and was found not guilty a second time.
He walks at home
in the streets alone
a lone light Glimmers
as his day starts to fade
a satchel for his car
and a lighter for his fuel
he drifts off into another star evening
The lost of hope in my life
is real.
I sit in the dark thinking
of simpler times
and I dream
of these distant memories
that are fading away.
The hope is gone forever,
I am normal like you
yet I feel so much pain.
Words that cut deep
inside me.
They hurt so bad the
constant downgrades
of my life ,yet I find the will
to hold on
The Raven and The Light
The bird that flys in the night,
you shall call him crow.
I may call him winged king.
The name beats in my heart.
I must say
I have a dark secret to tell
One that will mostly, leave me burning hell.
Call it a fetish, a sick delight,
Got the white like berger n plain tee's
I aint talkin crack so why yall lookin at me
Ima worthless piece of shit
Do nothing all day stare at the ceiling watch flicks
My father thinks im crazy
I’m mental.
I’m losing what’s left of my rapidly
deteriorating mind.
Its hard to understand a basket
case.
No one really does.
I've been searching for hours,
to find a reason why.
It's 2 A.M.
and I'm running circles in my mind.
I whisper prayers
that go unheard.
I wonder when
my thoughts will turn.
To happy days
Are you afraid of the dark?
Of silence
Of stillness
Of nothingness
The vast emptiness
U try to make out shapes in the blank space
Can you see it
I see everything
I sit in a room
A dark and cold room
A lifeless,
colorless,
dank room
In the corner I sit
I sit and wait
I wait for hours
From days to week
It's a lousy life when you live to die
Caught in a world of thieves, heartaches, broken dreams
In trying to get by your stream of faith runs dry
Living inside a slum
Pain's sting starts feeling numb
You better believe you gotta misread
all the signs, they ain't faithful
All the ladies, they ain't careful
you gotta have time to get a dime
this world, this life, all the strife
Dams blowin up,
I am alive:
My color radiant as blood
Electricity coursing throughout
I hold my head towards the sun
As I accept the blessing of rain
...
I am withered
I stand in the valley of the shadow of death,
Don't understand why I'm here,
Everything seems deep, dark, and dangerous.
Anyone here?
As you lay in your bed, eyes shut- waiting to fall asleep, listen.
You hear that ringing in the silence?
If you listen hard enough you'll hear voices.
The voices will tell you dark things.
Cease and desist
Or else suffer the consequence
We live in a police state
Corruption is rampant
Forces of racists and brutatlity reign
Another innocent gunned down, bring a city to fame
I am controlled by this Bryiana,
What story has my face have told?
Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
Rain
It drips down my back
In quick succession.
Rivulets form a path,
An irrelevant digression.
Gravel
It retaliates the rain.
Each drop
Absorbing the pain.
Walking still,
If you should walk at night when
The Moon wears her charcoal mask
Hide under lamplight or you shall be
Snatched away by the Crimson Flabbergast
A wraith forged of screaming shadows
In darkeness, there is light.
In the rain, there is sun shine.
So even while I'm unable to grasp the pai, my mind is at ease.
For even through death is life.
I am just Me.
I have stretch marks.
I have scars.
I have cuts.
I have demons.
I have lost.
I have bruises.
I have acne.
I have fat.
I have weird birthmarks.
Romeo and Juliet?
Just stories
Kissing in the rain?
Movies
Wishing on shooting stars?
Walking along the beach?
My question is why?
Why do you want to fill me with pain and envy?
He'll beat you with secrets
He'll be drunk off lies
You'd be a fool to fall into his trap
I know I cannot control you
Your life is yours to live
Experiment with your set of boys in
Hello? Is anybody there?
Can you hear me? Do you care?
I’m screaming inside
And this laugh is a joke about how much it hurts
……
One word
One phrase
One joke
One comment
They say your eyes,
When given time,
Become accustomed
To the night.
Though dark and eerie
One great shadow,
Night penetrated
Glows to light.
It is a lie.
I lie here not knowing if I’m awake or asleepI quickly open my eyes to realize the reality I once knew no longer existI no longer existA darkness now consumes me
These chains of life they hod me back,
They keep me in a spot of torture
Far from light, Far from life of others,
Far from anything but myself,
These chains, they dont belog just to anyone,
Do you ever just
have one of those days where
you wake up and
nothing seems right?
One of those days where
you look down the hall and
someone has turned off the lights?
on the corner of Madison and Wells, a ghost with a gray cotton tee and tattered jeans saw my red lace dress and started deer hunting. he wasn’t timid, only lanky, and gripped the ground
Walked in shattered,
Plastered to pew,
shadow black,
back row 3 to the right,
Looking for immunity in community,
Only to find more scrutiny,
Black sheep,
Cracked heart,
What's in the shadows?What's in the dark?What's tucked away,in infinite thoughts?What is unspoken?What is away?In the mind ofa person,what don't they say?
i made it a day without you and looks where its got me
I'm covered in filth and there's no one to stop me
Jack Frost is nipping at my nose.
Well more like biting.
Well more like chewing my flesh till it bleeds.
My ears are burning in the icy wind.
They may break off any second.
Every morning I start with one thing
I start with my mask
To hide my eyes
To hide my face
To hide all expression
So no one sees
Me crying in pain
So no one can see
The cello sat in the corner
Dim charcoal cords run down its spine
Still untouched and without pure rhyme
Like a sparrow, whose lost their voice
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
Lets kiss the sun goodbye
and fly through the night
the air's cold as ice
i hope you wont mind
just take my hand, hold real tight
dont let go, grip for your life
trust me please, and i'll take a bite
One night, I fell ill
I grabbed the scissors
And swallowed all the pills
I cut my chest
and held my heart
God did not bless
My work of art
As it beat
was still alive
A bite so sweet
There has always been something special about October
About Halloween
About the Addams Family
and their sadistic values
There's something about the moon at night
Your writhen thoughts had unexplainable august about them,
I wonder from what this could stem?
They have remarkable semblance to knotted fingers,
The way each twines into my mind and lingers,
Drawing me in,
Alone inside
my mind
where I confide
My hatred
brutal and cruel
my heart
dead and cold
My life
is falling apart
I'm
ripping at the seams
Blackness, blackness, blackness- would you imagine my mind is just as black
As my shoes and my clothes and my eyes and my hopelessly dark arm hairs.
I prize my gift from the sun,
the smooth ebony blanket
that trails in my path.
It bears the token of my progress,
like a toll booth of past endowments,
always full of unanswered prayer.
Why do we wake up?
Humans are evil .
Humans are dumb.
Humans can think yes.
But only of what suits them best.
Humans walk beside the rest of us.
Forgetting they are the rest of us
Reality is plagued with cruelty which we try to escape in every way.Constantly seeking a new exit from the present distaste,We find hideous pleasures in the most unrecognizable treasures.
Heroes can only be stars
If they have a night sky
To shine against
But I never asked
To be the darkness
Words,
Light and sweet, like cotton candy,
Soak into a sugar dribble.
Words,
Hot and harsh, like habanero peppers,
Sting into a capsaicin burn.
Words,
Weightless happy euphoria
A cloud filled with wistful thoughts
Breathless whispers
That mask the sliver of darkness
So sharp that it cuts slits
In the fabric of their lives
But I am gone
mmmmmm.
Your hands are warm...and also clammy
Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.
In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
My head spinning round and round as I lay in
My bed to the point I want to cry.
A Blood Moon NightWritten by Adam M. SnowTonight I watched in awe,the moon once pure and white.
ReflectionWritten by Adam M. SnowI am alone this night of flutter;confusion reigns, so I utter,
Dreams DreamingWritten by Adam M. SnowDreams dreaming,awake nor asleep.A worldly escape-lies true true lies.
Merry-go-round DreamsWritten by Adam M. SnowMerry-go-round dreams;round and round it goes.In a cloudy scene,
God's HeavenWritten by Adam M. SnowA vision splendid of the Heavenly scene,filled my mind with an image so clean:
This Lost LambWritten by Adam M. SnowOh by the morning strike of dayand by the calm obscure of night,
Damaged,
I am.
Covered,
in this fake shell I have made out of light.
With a dark past,
I rely on my emotions to consist me
that yet betray me
in letting me suffer,
Riddling lines of pointless shriftIs rare and deadly Trojan giftWhich cleaves the sense and spawns distressOffensive in its ugliness.
Darkness isn't always bad.
Darkness doesn't make you mad
Darkness isn't always wrong
It shouldn't be feared upon.
It is a normal phenomenon in our world
When the rest of the world seems like a movie reel
Spinning incessantly
Spitting useless nonsense
Faster than you can process,
But it's playing a beautiful picture
You've heard
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Jackie Robinson's fist clasped in anger
From the darkness of confusion
His eyes wept pain
From the tireless ashes of death.
Golden days are full of bloom
But inside petals is dark
of gloom.
Beneath waxy leaves
are hidden shadow
There I walking solitude
Alone, inconspicuous and free
Of shadow where I walk passed everyday
I'm very confined in my own mind
Wandering upon reality
I feel. Unspoken words
I feel a wrath beyond my state
Whether to a walk with or without
I can't let go. I can't do so
The dark throughout the void
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
Quel night, those timber windy woods and plains of shushing grasses
The sky is very still while the earth slowly passes.
Nothing stirs, no bird nor bear, across the country’s dim
The Other Me
Happiness
(adjective)
Feeling pleasure or joy
It’s the perky energetic kid that has
Take a look around. People walk around with smiles on their faces and secrets in their heart.
The girl you just passed on the street wears long sleeves
to cover the bruises she gets from her father,
It all began when Sam was small,
His mom was left dead by the worst demon of all.
Sam was in college when his dad disappeared,
His brother, Dean showed up without a single tear.
Why does my shadow mock me?
Everything I do, it does the same,
Very ghostly and crafty,
I have to do something to throw it off aim.
Here's one from several months back:
Weighed down by the mistakes of my past
A pebble, a rock, a mountain on my shoulders
At first I ran, regrets like quicksand sucking at my feet
Here is the begging,
so romising and bright,
but what f you can't se the light?
Hidden by the darkness of a pain that never ends.
Hidden by the sorrow of a fight that just began.
My hands warp and writhe
Fabricated conspiricies consume my mind
Sinister notions deafen my perceptions
What lurks in the corner what will i find?
Misfortune haunts my core
It is something that i adore
Cybil pushed through the parlour egress
She did not like to think what lay beyond the recess
For her imagination raged and galloped
And thought up all manner of horrible things
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor
echoed throughout the hallway.
A black hood encases her face,
hiding her from the world.
She keeps her head down,
At 6, she wanted to be a ballerina.At 9, she wanted to be a doctor.At 14, she wanted to be skinny.At 16, she wanted to be dead.
Oh my dear, I can hardly wait.Soon we two shall dance with the teasing belladonna hoping to ensnare us bothYou have been too long without a partner, but you have been beautiful
Your eyes,
red and swollen,
your eyes set to kill
lock on me.
Why me?
Why Me.........
An Exit
Ashley Shea
A sign upon a door
Search for your red sign
Take your effortless way out
An escape from your despair
You take the worlds brutal hits
With each wound you quiver
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
Lustful flames roared with such intensity
Devouring the essence of endlessness
Leading to the arc of restlessness,
That was where he was found.
My Community is often called dark.
We are often mistaken as rundown.
However we are the ones with the spark.
On the bed and on the bathroom counter
I lost track of time, maybe two hours?
I completely devoured the passion
you were incredibly lacking
and got a high of pure satisfaction
When all goes dark and quiet
You know my song has started
Close your eyes and imagine
Thousands of little lights watching
Can you guess where you are?
The slow humming is all you hear
The day slowly darkens so have my thoughts
Your presence inviting but not inviting enough
I run after you and stop right and then
I turn around and forget you again
I can't breathe
My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me
His hands are warm, controlled and gentle.
He's comforted others before me,
I wonder
What it would be like
If I had a father
Who cared,
Loved,
Helped.
I wonder
What it would be like
To not have to fight
For steps,
Small,
Small
Steps.
Even the darkest of nights see the sun on the horizon.
Even the meanest of craetures admire the butterflies.
Even the dark side of the moon sees the stars shining bright.
With pansies of mourning delight
And posies shaded bright,
Waning souls convene the last.
For our mother of ebony sight,
The mistress of our midnight,
"I'm not really here
And soon you won't be either.
It happens to all of us,
So get ready!
You're not beautiful,
You're just strong.
What are you even doing with your life?
Moving forward or
Life is dark; depressing
But with in the dark there is always light.
In art you discover just how black is made,
The truth of the matter is, that you must take every color of the rainbow at once;
self inflicted pain
I'm pouring salt in my own wounds.
Stuck in the past;
time doesn't heal after all.
Thoughts in your mind
are constantly telling you
You're not good enought to weak,
the warm white tide
Your footsteps in the sand,
They’re only temporary,
Soon to fill with seawater,
Flushed orange with the last
Lost rays of shimmering daylight.
Sometimes, sometimes when I find…
That my voice is so tiny, so especially paltry.
I can’t help but think how reality seems so bleak.
It seems like nothing,
Not even a spark of
There I was, yet there I wasn'tFor they neither saw me or knew where I hidThe shadow's hostage; the dustmite's captiveI feared "I'm forgotten" despite what I didAlas, they still call me
(....hi ho.......hi ho....)
(....hi ho.......hi ho....)
It's time
(....hi ho.......hi ho....)
Once again
I no longer like to look back,
feels like broken bones
and broken glass,
tastes like the final hit
when the remains are ash,
smells like old books,
rotting houses and burning cash.
In the blackest of the night, It glides through the overgrown grassand threw the sewers under the city streets.It swallows the minds of innocents.It rips into the lost souls.
The fiendish desire to die lurked in the depths of the innocent.
Lost little souls with nowhere to go with their perception all crooked and bent.
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Oh how you scoffed at my theories
As we walked along the hall
There once was a world that was darkBut in one girl there was a small light.This girl was able to leave a mark
Sit in a dark room
Hear the beat of
the bird caged in
Your Chest. It
wants out, to be
free of its dark and
sad prison. Feel
the caress, feathers
against the bars
The world is notBlack and whiteIt's gray -Millions of shades of itAnd it's hard to knowWhat's rightAnd wrongAnd what's in-betweenIn that gray area
When I'm left alone,
Every doubt and question comes to mind.
Every single ounce of my depression,
Roars its ugly face,
And racks every inch of my body.
I'm floating in old memories,
Old mistakes...
A darkness falls here
behind eyes of silver crystal
shimmering blue in a once present flare
I Am The Wolf,
Quite And Sleek,
You'll Never Find Me,
No Matter How Long You Seek.
I Hide In The Shadows,
For You No Not Witch One,
But I'll Make Sure You See Me Smiling,
Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies
Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp,
Descending into bitter winds that rasp
Against the feathers of a night who flies
Faster than silence born of memories
Life is a shadowShifting, shaping, twistingInto braided ropesThat wrap around the throat andTugBending over window ledgesCurling into gnarled talons that
Grasp at your heart to
Once upon a timeIn a land not far far awayIs a girlSitting in the windowTears rolling down her faceLike the rain on the glass
Everywhere I turn silence greets me
If there is one thing I yearn for it is a face
Something other than the embrace
Of solace, because her mockery is deafening
These cold hands are stuggling
Can't get warm if anything
I try and try again
Only to get colder than
The heart of this dead body walking
I can't resist the coughing
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
The darkness and light struggles within,Can't imagine where to begin.Seeing through clouds of darkness and dispare,One wonders what to do from there.Bright eyes pierce the soft soul,
At first, it flickers, blinking in face of the world's bright lights.With fear it strengthens, as not to be left behind.Gently waving, emitting its own light, growing, stealthily growing
The darkest room.The dearest soul.Finds comfort in its blackest holdThe world turned hard.The broken heart.Finds refuge in the silent darkThe lost and lonely.Lightless and faint.
A man walks down a white road.
He sees a child fallen on the street corner.
He tries to assist, she's too afraid- of what?
He sees a man with a sign
- black with white letters-
"in need"- of what?
I hear a faint dissonance travel
You again, in homely tears
I am the wet nurse at your disposal;
So, let me be drained by the frenzy of desperation . . . .
Crusade along the barren land,
Dead man walking
Sentened by the boss
Look who's talking
Sorry for the loss
Dead man walking
We'll get there somehow
But where are we now?
Let's get rolling
To anyone:
I’m vomiting now, a violent revulsion,
My self-made punishment from silent compulsion.
Weeks turned to months as I sought isolation,
My dog is my only friend
I know it might be hard to apprehend
But my dog is my one true friend
We go for walks
And she listens to me talk
And talk
Sitting in a room full of people but nobody can hear your scream.
Walking down the halls alone as if you were in a horrible dream.
Running.
running.
Always running.
Never back.
Only forward.
Never down.
Only up.
Running.
Always running.
From the past.
To the future.
From the street.
Light rain. Gentle moon.
Perfect bliss, outside of this room...
The night is calm, but my heart is not.
For the deed I have done is one that cannot be undone.
She was my love, she was my life,
Oh, mama
End me because when you sent me to ground, my lungs caved in
I dug my own hole, shovel in hand, but when I looked back at you, mama, you threw me in, and the door slammed shut
Like ebony feathered ravens
--squawk, caw squawk--
beaks sharp as talons
talons sharp as hawk’s
They prey on the weak,
the strong, and the brave,
the boisterous, the silent,
Black and blue colorsof the dark huesof the night sky.Twinkling, glittering starssprayed all around the skylike art on canvas.Blurry reflectionon the river water of amagnificent moon.
One morning I woke to the sound of my Family's despair, and I ready myself for the day ahead and descend down my aunt's stairs. Why me? I asked myself sorrowfully.
There is a low in our life sanction
call low of love and discussion
People start to speak foreign language
Thought become blur more
Brain write the bath of sorrow
It's just another day, still hanging by a thread.
When I open my eyes, to see a pillow and a bed.Where I lay my head, I think to myself thank god
I'm still alive and not found dead.
Joy given by the pain bestowed upon those I crush under my thumb, tortured screams and moans are my music and illness of mind my muse
Its dark, its cold, theres no way out
every space of light seems to be occupied by its own form of witchcraft
I walk on this world with no stablilized path
the lukewarm presense of the present life
There is a madman on the wall
Where he hangs with sticky fingers.
And in his quick-silver hand
Lies a locket made of whispers.
o you know what the reason you live for do you know the real secrets of realty are we know why we all exist in this worldis the seeking for money or looking for fucking namesor anther laying god maybe we will be lying larder do we really know what
An ocean of my blood and tearskilling me with my own fears.I let myself drownin all this misery.You can trybut I won't let you save me.
Loneliness
A dark pit of despair
Endless and dark
Twisting spirals of madness
Where despair becomes a physical pain
Unto the heart
A quiet solitude
A certain empty silence
we love to
observe the
angels
the gods
the light
we love to
pick out our
beauties
especially in those
we adore.
this
is
why
love
fails.
Punch DruNk in
syllable havoc..
Counting cuttersand their
woesof tragic..
I
sense sorrow and sensual sound..
Babies bred by
Dark to light. light to dark.hence my soul becomes a spark.benevolence is as benevolence doesto light/extinguish the fire between all of us
(April 1, 2011)
Shadowed dark skies roar over head,
as I lay here dreaming in my bed.
In my mind I stand in a field of flowers,
and I become lost in daydream for countless hours.
I'm surrounded by dark colors and hues,
I struggled against my restraints
I was forced here,
into a cage
I wasn't meant to be locked away
I have things to do,
Places to see,
People to meet
We know you can see them.
Your eyes on your desk,
your pen in your hand,
your lips glued together,
and your eyes defiantly shut,
We know you can see them.
They are the quiet ones,
the loud ones,
And it's really sad, how this all worked out.
I watched the scene alter, watched it all fall down.
With a tear or two, maybe three.
I can feel them drowning, or is it me?
When the darkness falls
And the day slips away
There’s nothing you can do
To keep the demons at bay
As the day turns to dusk
And the night creatures roam
There’s nothing you can do
The sky turns dark
A deep black
falls upon us.
The angels cry
as the Earth pushes
further away from the Golden Gates.
Twenty centuries of deep sleep.
The great hands try to shake
To one who darest contend mortal fate
Woe are my grev’ous sins before the fire
The screams of my vexed soul doth not abate
Leaving me forever trapped in the mire
As I stand here, at Ground ZeroI reflect on what happened all those years agoSo many bitter memories on my mindFrom the day I escaped with just my lifeI should be a dead man, I shouldn't be alive
Follow-~>
The woman in blackWho looks for her child.
<~- Retreat
To the safety of homeWhen the child is found
Open-~>
The book of spellsAnd wait till nine
<~-Close
I walk among the childrenSome young and some oldLike the oak tree in myGrandfather’s house.
The wind ruffles the leaves.It is a foggy fall night.Im not alone.At least I tell myself I’m not.
The cave fish swim
Round and round
Going nowhere
Blind in the dark
Most have no eyes
But one fish sees
Sees the blackness
Feels the hopelessness
The fish with eyes
I arrived out of the dark night
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' for my life,
I saw left
I saw right
I forgot what was right
Then I decided to go left
Going left was going deaf
The room goes cold
The door squeaks open
And footsteps grow louder
A hand grabs the covers
Happiness doesnt always fall upon you,
you have to choose it and then persue it.
7 years ago, my world darkened,
my eyes were opened to how bad people really were,
It was the coward's way out, he knew. He could feel it rolling around in his gut like a stupidly cheerful puppy.
Every time I sleep; pains on my brain’.Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein.From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain.I can’t predict the weather nor the range of the rain.But hope for the station of this moving train.Thou death is s
Dark is not a beautiful walk on the beach.
Dark is a daunting walk through the forest of hands and teeth.
Dark is a vampire sucking that little hint of life from your God-forsaken soul.
Took an hour to write... Enjoy :)
Poetry is an art, my imagination's the canvas.
The lyrics I breathe're pure, but bear evil thoughts of a savage.
Demonic practice; without a leash I bet I murder the masses.
My life is a lie.
Every day is a challenge
As I put on a show for those closest to me.
I was taught that these feelings inside me are wrong.
Come, don’t be afraid.
Travel into the Distance
on the path that curves into Nothing
and bends into eternity.
Be with me
As I walk into the core of the silence
Things come and change
The Darkness will comfort you
Do not fret
Do not cry
All you have to do is call one guy.
Speak of the Devil,
And the Devil shall appear.
A pit of fire.
Cast bones into the pit and interpret the signs.
Summon the devil from the pit and worship his kind.
Flee, Logic! Flee, Reason!
You are a bladeless knife, a pointless rapier;
You are worthless!
There lie Eli, face-down.
His lip was split open, red with blood all around.
Rib cage busted
Eyes bruised with the brown of his eye looking glazed and rusted
Cold, dark
A soft blackness
Stars dot the midnight sky
Somewhere, a tiny creature awakes
Dawn comes
Cold, dark
A soft blackness
Stars dot the midnight sky
Somewhere, a tiny creature awakes
Dawn comes
Cold, dark
A soft blackness
Stars dot the midnight sky
Somewhere, a tiny creature awakes
Dawn comes
I'm swimming in a sea of saddness,
running out of breath.
Although it seems I've spotted shore,
I'm always wrong: it's never near.
I wish I'd sink or be attacked,
at least then I'd feel something.
We were like a bright and sunny day, But a dark cloud hovered and you became gray. Once sitting and laughing until we cried, Now something happened, our flower died. I wondered if things were better would we still be okay?
Hinging everything so delicately
One wrong move, everything will fall and fail.
It is the price to pay to deal with me.
I will keep you close from all that will ail
Only a small price to pay, no big deal
Wicked hearts so vast and hollow
Heartless eyes set on the morrow
Greedy, grasping, never to miss
Hunger endless as an abyss
Twisting, turning, a tangled weave
Washed on beaches of filthy eve
At first, it was disconcerting;
The feeling of being unable to rest.
Now,
I am comforted by it.
My mind, it never sleeps--
Never quiets--
Never stops--
Never dies.
I can feel it;
My thoughts sprawl across the night,even with closed eyes.I wish I could pluck little memories,and throw them miles away.They dance playfully in and out of my mind,confusing what is real.
Three Fates fathomed a fellow to figure
Facsinating that which is feral and foul
To be fervid and satisfying;
A furious felicity.
Three moaning eyes, muttering movements of demise,
Did you ever wish you can turn back time
To that one scene in your life.
When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
corners combined,
edges bleeding
together,
like a puzzle
pieces fit
together;
Jigsawed sides
Slash lines
In each other’s
Faces.
A buyer,
I am old,
My hair is gray,
My skin is wrinkled.
I am young,
My blonde curls dance in the light,
My youth shines on my face.
I am holding a shovel.
One pile of dirt
What is freedom? Is it the light I see in this dark place? Is it just a word, or do I give the meaning to it? Is it the feeling of floating freely in poisonous water?
It covers everything
It is our friend and enemy
It shields our faces
Our emotions and devestations
It knows our fears
It creates our fears
We tell it everything,and we we tell it nothing
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
I am from the southern part of Dayton, Ohio.
I am from my dad and granddad because my dad has anger management
And because my grandparents didn't want children,
And when I was born I was real sensitive on the inside
Ever feel like your trapped
In a bottomless hole so deep
but yet comfortable to your new surrounding
familiar with the dark walls
and the ordinary smell
that become your only companions
Light and Dark walked together one cold winter's night
under the shining face of the moon, full and bright.
On this night they could walk arm in arm
As old comrades might, forgetting their differences.
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and under sky,To reach what destination thereby?
It’s the last time you’ll see him.
He’s pale with closed eyes.
He used to make you happy,
But now all you do is cry.
You cry over what was,
And what won’t ever be.
You cry because you realize
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
Why I Write.
Well, I write because my lips are sealed,
Im speechless,
The words on the paper stab at my meekness and rips open my flesh,
Only to show that the outside is decent but the inside is a mess.
I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts
My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on
Hands lock,
fingers curl.
Eyes twitch.
Just a few of the many things
we do together.
When walking on the beach,
seagulls high above us.
People waving hello as we get higher,
We live a life with knowledge that death must come.The days of fall are gravenThe leaves fall upon the barren ground, the ravenCalls out in the midnight sun.
Silent, bright-eyed, constantly watchingThe holes in darkness for a time stay lastingBut when time dies down all matter changesThe gaps are sewn, it rearranges
My private thoughts are my worst enemy
Things that shouldn’t roam my mind, do.
Eventually it becomes too much
So I open my mouth
And when I do, all my thoughts flow out
Patient and silent, I will wait
Shrouds of shinister figures, beckoning
Cloaked in darkness, I will wait
Into the depths of the forboding abyss
Neither friend nor foe, I will wait
When I look at my life as an outsider would, I see that it looks rather boring.
Dull.
Insignificant.
The fact of the matter is, I am not a genius
An athlete
A prodigy
Just one quick motion,
One quick slit down the wrist.
That’s all she needed to ease her pain
She never considered how others felt
How I felt
I thought that I could light the darkness that grew in her heart
The kindness in the smile of a little girl.
Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love,
sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
Orange...
It's the color of you
You always wore it
It's the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
As our orange bookbags
Nothing last forever,
The oceans will dry,
Leaves and flowers wither,
Monuments fade, and men do too.
What is life will not stay,
What is death grants only reprieves,
Darkness
It creeps around me
It surrounds me
Everything is dark
Hurt and pain engulf me
They rearrange my story
There is no hope
I open my eyes to find
a glimpse of something.
His white muzzle is concealed in crimson
The rogue at his feet heaves its last breath
Sure of its death he limps away
Back to his pack
He must defend them
Whatever the cost
Blood drips from a leg
Smoldered eyes stare back in a glaze
Her purple lips and skin like a maze
The icy touch of Death is bare
The color of death in her strands of hair
Her flesh now paler than snow
As she lie in her grave below
The world is spinning too fastI can’t keep up at allI try to reach for help butI find myself falling
Can anybody helpPut me back together?I can’t stop fallingFurther into darkness
They built these walls to protect me
At least that's what they said.
"Monsters, demons and darkness live
Beyond these high stone walls"
Entrigued I was by their small fact
If I were to lose you now
I don't know where I'd be.
You took your last bow
On the stage where you once felt free.
My tears would become streams,
With horrible feelings; the colour black.
A grim reflection
of skin and bones
Tearing her apart
with self-hatred
Magazines
covered with beauty
She only wishes
she could be like them
The mirror
tells her lies
Why do I write? Writing has become a part of my life.
Through my sinister days, writing was there the day of my wake.
Tragedy after tragedy, lost in a deep dark hole, writing was there, and it became my home.
oh my dear...There's a lot of girls whom I could seekeach one without a peep.The markings of tributes on my wallThe red stained of love on my cheekAs I stand on my feetProclaim my love for the one I speak.
sitting here all alone...No one to hold me tight.
As the frowning comes,the tears appear...the razor comes out...I notice, its clean
no blood, no skin, nothing
Camera, cameras, flash. Click, Click, snap. The people all stare but it’s my job not to care.
She tells me I’m pretty, he tells me I’m fine. But it’s always there, in the back of my mind.
See the masked skeletons of undead slaves march
varnished spirits welded together by the sins of their past
through the smog they trudge
Deep underwater
Remnants of the past twinkle
Trapping all who grasp for their comfort
The cold, unforgiving comfort
Of a wanted past
And a watery future.
People are ignorant, thinkng she wont run away into the cornfield
She screams, shes online, she hides under her protective shield
Shes hiding away in the cornfield
She posts, no one cares, her wounds unhealed
She is tumbling, cascading, silently spiraling into a tunnel of hopelessness. you are too dark! you're not pretty enough! she desperate for comfort.
Asleep; I tremble and shakeWishing I were awakeAwake; I shake and trembleSeeing how my nightmare seems to resembleThis place as bleak as hellYet here I continue to dwellWaiting for the sweet breathThe sweet breath of Death So when my life does cea
Cold, green grass buried under bare feet,
Shivering, squirming to get loose, to be free,
Wiggling up between toes, afraid of being trapped.
Rasping against skin, embedded into the bones
Don’t you know that you are mine?
Has God not told you yet?
He wrapped our souls in endless vines
So love, forgive and then forget
Let’s dance you say?
You fidget, squirm
Let’s dance in love instead!
Night.
A time filled with darkness.
Darkness. Close your eyes
and you will know. But,
true darkness surrounds you,
you can feel its prescence,
You won't take the time.
So you don't know.
She has a good heart.
But through her exterior that doesn't show.
All you can see is the poverty that her family has been cursed with.
You sicken me that time in my past,
when you played with me
like I was a puppet a show for all of hell
to see. My motions little,
my emotions running rapid
like the heart beat in my chest
She paints her lips rouge
Donning the black dress and matching hat
Putting on pumps and a veil
She is going to a funeral
Bidding farewell to her final betrayal
This entity has no heartbeat
And dancing, they were,
The two girls, and the boy
Caring not about time,
That seemed not to pass by
They noticed not, that not a stare
I nonchalantly sat their alone while the night sky fell upon me, while rodents ran past my feet. The stench of overfilled trash dumpster and the worlds left over garbage of people sat near by.
And I was just wondering if you saw it too
The green bile behind all these smiles
Coming up up up
Starting up up up
Secretly the moon dances with the stars,
Across the night sky,
They shift and glitter against the darkness of life,
Two dancers in love as their love shines down.
Maybe in the moon's silver gaze,
We too,
The wind whips within
The windows, whining
To be free, falling, frozen
In time forever,
But it bows out because
Its blood is too thin
Or maybe much too thick
For this warm morning
As I grew older, my mind became bolder
With every touch of passion, I become clutched
I began to write when I began to reason reality, a creative formation status of my full mentality
Shots are being fired, but it's all in my head
The stabbing memory that nothing was said
The screaming inside is getting so loud
I'm just waiting for that final silence to kill of my rage, the dirt, the dark black cloud
Come wonder with me,
Where the stars combust into thousands of colors and fall down,
So swiftly and so silently,
Against the winds cries,
Will you follow me?
Follow your feet,
Unsurpassed, unwavering, unthinkable fear. There is no assurance of tomorrow. Any known stability, ripped from my grasp. The voices without end. There is no escape! They will be coming for me. Too late!
Terror and fright consume me:
Light leaves and dark trails behind me.
I am forever alone with no one near or close,
In this secluded island, I stand morose.
Heart thrumming
Blood pulsing
Mind racing
Thoughts raging
Demons pounding
At my door
Becoming one of them
Once more.
Never forget who you are
Thats what my mother told me
That advice took me far
Unfortunately that couldn't be.
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There once was a man named Ted,
Who decided one night to look under the bed.
What he saw, it seemed,
Really made him scream.
And now, he has no head.
My blood runs cold,
My thoughts are dark,
But you already know,
And I've left my mark.
Even knowing this,
You can't stay away.
You wanted one kiss,
Now keep yourself at bay.
Stenches from take-out restaurants and people who should shower more often,
Looking up to the sky only when buildings pointed that way,
Crack heads and crazies and crooks eyes follow me as I pass,
Enter the building,
What makes the hair on your arms rise,
your palms sweat,
the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged?
Is it the dark?
A fleeting memory of a bed ime story,
Amidst gothic bewitchery and roaring seascape,
I delve into the cryptic conscience of primal instinct,
shadows sprawled behind, mouth agape,
Of trivial human things I could hardly think.
Perching on rocks in the mountains,
Looking over the people below.
Watching, waiting
With the keys in his mouth.
The keys to the underworld.
Ravens watch for souls to come by.
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
I look at the mirror
and see a face I so hate to see.
Take the tape, measure 'bout my waist
Compare the scale at my feet.
170, it says, so I will change it.
Get away from me.
I don't want you to visit again.
Last time nearly killed me.
The pain; the crying.
The worthlessness.
In the black of night the fear is found,
An om'nous glowing Baskervillian Hound.
To fight it is to stay awake and pray,
And wait for comfort from the dawn of day.
Although the tunnel isn't so dark
My heart is still empty
Soon I will embark on a journey
That will take me away,
Away from my current darkness
It will change my view
And lighten my mood
A dark hole called home, but it's not even mine.
Not living only existing, no hope, no worth, dealing with what I've been dealt.
Keep it all inside, the words inside my mouth. We'll all be the same, lying in the dirt.
I search endlessly into the dark abyss that is my heart.
Yearning for that one light, but as I run, grasping for it, the light begins to fade.
As I scream, crying out for it to stay... It vanishes.
All I see is blackness.
As I lay awake in bed at night
My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight
Though invisible, they’re plain in sight
Stenciled images in black and white
They scream and wail, unending fight
I’m afraid,
To let people
See the tears roll uncontrollably
Down my face
Each one mimicking the last.
And, I don’t want
To have to face them
And show them that I feel.
Feeling a depth of despair inescapable,
an entangled mindweb is my dwelling
and my tongue tastes of bitter longing.
As my face turns cold and dark
I felt the darkness swallowing me whole
It lifted me up and made me invisible
Inside the deep hole, it erases my memories
And fills it with its own memory
Love is blind yet it sees the most
Are you fearful
because you can't run away when you're uncomfortable?
The beast in you
is the monster in me
You tear me to pieces
but it sets me free
Death, you that lurk in the shadowy night
You come as fast as you go like the wind
cold and illusive you fill me with fright
The sunlight goes dim for the souls that you lend
What is loneliness?
One might ask
Is it a black hole?
Destroying
Annihilating
Everything around it
Leaving nothing behind
The feeling of my mind carrying the burden of all of the weight of the cement bricks hanging unwantedly from my eyelashes.
On the dark cliffs full of shadows
The river is rushing, the water crashing
Headed towards the inevitable fall
Can you bring light to the dark?
The darkness creeps in holding fear and regret,
Fear can grab you and take you away from you natural life.
Regret will make you seem as if you’re worthless and have no meaning.
Sonnet 1.
As I pass out to this strange brand new world
I sense my form go cold and freeze to bone
A man comes up using a ring of a lord
He grabs my arm, but shadow comes and I’m alone
