Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Turf Cutter's Mortar
In fields of naked bones of the turf cutter's mortar
a dark clod of the earth past the curfew's border
inhaling the veil of death's cold pale
embryos in silence waiting to change the order
festering beneath the cold moon's goiter
a dark clod of the earth past the curfew's border
inhaling the veil of death's cold pale
embryos in silence waiting to change the order
festering beneath the cold moon's goiter
#dark
#horror
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Lies
Lies
Please know this only a story. Pure fiction.
What lies did you tell them all
For them to hate me so
No one will look into my eyes
I don’t know what they know
I wonder if you told them
I was messy like our home
Did you mention of your absence?
How you leave me all alone
Did you tell them of my thoughts?
How I don’t function in the day?
I roam around and make no sound
...
Please know this only a story. Pure fiction.
What lies did you tell them all
For them to hate me so
No one will look into my eyes
I don’t know what they know
I wonder if you told them
I was messy like our home
Did you mention of your absence?
How you leave me all alone
Did you tell them of my thoughts?
How I don’t function in the day?
I roam around and make no sound
...
#depression
#dark
#lies #MentalHealth
#lies #MentalHealth
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Withered Hair
Autumn's withering hair falls
fading into tomorrow's peignoir
lost in stillness among the dark
as twilight is my caviar
spread thickly in a silent shawl
from the shadows of the urn I recall
Autumn's withering hair falls
fading into tomorrow's peignoir
lost in stillness among the dark
as twilight is my caviar
spread thickly in a silent shawl
from the shadows of the urn I recall
Autumn's withering hair falls
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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And Still They Laugh
Oh, what dispair
The voices cull the booze
Liver exposed to toxins
As their words echo over in my mind
She is my freind
I ought not
My mind escapes me
Deeper down the hole I go
And they fill it filth
We share a womb
In the atrocities of the world
We are one
Forgone and broken
Still they scream
Stronger now
I lay the maiden down to sleep
Wrapped in crimson delights
Did I dream it?
The voices mock me
Is that her?
Lingering deep down within
More booze for my aches
I sit and wait ...
The voices cull the booze
Liver exposed to toxins
As their words echo over in my mind
She is my freind
I ought not
My mind escapes me
Deeper down the hole I go
And they fill it filth
We share a womb
In the atrocities of the world
We are one
Forgone and broken
Still they scream
Stronger now
I lay the maiden down to sleep
Wrapped in crimson delights
Did I dream it?
The voices mock me
Is that her?
Lingering deep down within
More booze for my aches
I sit and wait ...
#MentalHealth
#denial
#apathy
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Of Fire and Wanting
She came to me on sultry winds
Forever flagrant with the wounds of wanting
Dispair shrouds her like the many divinations of forgotten dieties
Her misty eyes hid dark truths
A harbinger of my own end
Through broken realms and horrid dreams
She sought me out and broke my will
A cascade of lust beset my soul
She smiled fire and desolation
Darker wantings had maimed the dragon
And I suffered forever more
Forever flagrant with the wounds of wanting
Dispair shrouds her like the many divinations of forgotten dieties
Her misty eyes hid dark truths
A harbinger of my own end
Through broken realms and horrid dreams
She sought me out and broke my will
A cascade of lust beset my soul
She smiled fire and desolation
Darker wantings had maimed the dragon
And I suffered forever more
#suffering
#temptation
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Lives of Poets
What makes me wonder
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
Is not why writers and poets
So young and old
Succumb to emptiness.
It is the lives they had lived
Under the bright sky.
Things they must have seen
To mold those words of bitterness.
From Homer’s Olympus heights
To Byron’s mountain of light.
From the banks of a gushing Nile
to the flows of the Mississippi might.
Mountains, rivers, hills, and streams
Have molded words and wondrous dreams.
Dripping blood mixed with ink
Together they form a hidden...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
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The Crawl
it is eerie in here
creepy and alone
i'm cold as bone
dark surrounds
me swallows me
whole, eats me
from the inside
i'm on all fours
on your floor it's
too broke to fix
you're no longer
around left me to
bleed left me to
die at your feet
you watched me
fading and falling
crumble and crawl
into a deep dark hole
creepy and alone
i'm cold as bone
dark surrounds
me swallows me
whole, eats me
from the inside
i'm on all fours
on your floor it's
too broke to fix
you're no longer
around left me to
bleed left me to
die at your feet
you watched me
fading and falling
crumble and crawl
into a deep dark hole
#dark
#abuse
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This Little Piggy, etcetera
Memories tucked away in the recesses of my mind
absorbing my soul's ambiguity seducing my
mind's narrative of creation for the missing
pieces of old friends and flames in dreams
ghosts touching the skin with death-scented breath
tasting my flesh giving immunity to my quill
as I digest the weight of artifice grit of my fetish
for the barren womb, etcetera
absorbing my soul's ambiguity seducing my
mind's narrative of creation for the missing
pieces of old friends and flames in dreams
ghosts touching the skin with death-scented breath
tasting my flesh giving immunity to my quill
as I digest the weight of artifice grit of my fetish
for the barren womb, etcetera
#dark
#erotic
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ex presidents
Ex-presidents
There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a
street
Once he had all the power, one could
dream of, as a military junta took his
job, and since all he had was grand
villas were in the name of the state and
Furthermore, he had neglected to pay
anything to his retirement fund
Hence, reduced selling of naughty
picture of visiting statemen having sex
in some sleazy hotel
when those who had bought the pictures
took a closer look, they realized they
had a goldmine ...
There was a man, not very tall, selling
pornographic pictures at a corner of a
street
Once he had all the power, one could
dream of, as a military junta took his
job, and since all he had was grand
villas were in the name of the state and
Furthermore, he had neglected to pay
anything to his retirement fund
Hence, reduced selling of naughty
picture of visiting statemen having sex
in some sleazy hotel
when those who had bought the pictures
took a closer look, they realized they
had a goldmine ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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How roses reek
Bathing foster waters
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose
night my knight ...
multi petalled vines entwined
my torn skin would ache
a crown of thorns
lay opened
in mosaics
my strained ear would hear
light birds
my hands became
five petalled
fragranced heart
drying and pressing
flowers I burned
reading
tarot
tundra oracle
opens in strength
clothed
Magician
empress and fool
all ardently adorned
o rippled rose
night my knight ...
#gothic
#flowers
#music
#metaphor
#art
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The Bones
you, are a zero
masked as hero
you crushed me
with your ways
the gaslighting
and mind fucks
your narcissistic
abusive behavior
my killer my lover
way too big ego
with fake traits
you ruined me
reduced me to
an empty frame
yet i was able to
escape your play
for i am the bones
you could not break
masked as hero
you crushed me
with your ways
the gaslighting
and mind fucks
your narcissistic
abusive behavior
my killer my lover
way too big ego
with fake traits
you ruined me
reduced me to
an empty frame
yet i was able to
escape your play
for i am the bones
you could not break
#dark
#abuse
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28 Comments
Field Dust
I remember yesterday of pale skies and storms on
the arisen. The gathering of winds taking the leaves.
A shadow of silent memories inhaling stillness of
sorrow without pause. Erasing the heartaches of
gales. Now reflecting on echoes of tearful lore
and yesterday's prose. Filling a void as widdershins
return me to my exhumed plot of field dust. Relieving
me of my evidentry. In my morbid fascination drawing
the short end of a straw shaking the gravel sack. But,
who's lorry now carts me off?
the arisen. The gathering of winds taking the leaves.
A shadow of silent memories inhaling stillness of
sorrow without pause. Erasing the heartaches of
gales. Now reflecting on echoes of tearful lore
and yesterday's prose. Filling a void as widdershins
return me to my exhumed plot of field dust. Relieving
me of my evidentry. In my morbid fascination drawing
the short end of a straw shaking the gravel sack. But,
who's lorry now carts me off?
#loneliness
#dark
#emptiness
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