The darkness inside you
rachelmae
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Poetry Contest Description
describe your personal dark side
Doesn't even have to be a poem, just vent.
we all have a dark side, what's yours?
we all have a dark side, what's yours?
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RavenofSorrow
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Fire of Insight
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Joined 19th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 453
Monsters in the Mirror
Monsters live in the mirror
I see them every day
I can’t see my reflection
Cuz there always in the way
Silently they’re haunting me
With there lies they’re taunting me
Making me believe
That no ones ever really wanting me
There’s a man in the mirror that’s a stranger to me
I feel like he may even be a danger to me
And I think its even stranger to see
The mirror man and me do not always agree
This man is but a mirrored mirage
Put together like a strange collage
Creating illusions of reality
He’s a Bogart taking many shapes
Within a glass he can’t escape
A real life he can only imitate
Now this man is imitating me
When I walk away does he disappear?
Does he only exist if I am near?
Or maybe he just goes to become someone else’s fear
A parallel universe exists
Inside the mirror with a twist
He might be my reflection
But maybe I am his
Maybe he’s plotting against me
He’ll rise up and I will then be
His puppet slave to copy him obediently
While my life is taken from me
I’m doomed to watch while he becomes me
Mirror mirror on the wall
How I wish that you would fall
For on the floor what I would see is
Shattered demons ripped to pieces
Monsters live in the mirror
I see them every day
I can’t see my reflection
Cuz there always in the way
Silently they’re haunting me
With there lies they’re taunting me
Making me believe
That no ones ever really wanting me
There’s a man in the mirror that’s a stranger to me
I feel like he may even be a danger to me
And I think its even stranger to see
The mirror man and me do not always agree
This man is but a mirrored mirage
Put together like a strange collage
Creating illusions of reality
He’s a Bogart taking many shapes
Within a glass he can’t escape
A real life he can only imitate
Now this man is imitating me
When I walk away does he disappear?
Does he only exist if I am near?
Or maybe he just goes to become someone else’s fear
A parallel universe exists
Inside the mirror with a twist
He might be my reflection
But maybe I am his
Maybe he’s plotting against me
He’ll rise up and I will then be
His puppet slave to copy him obediently
While my life is taken from me
I’m doomed to watch while he becomes me
Mirror mirror on the wall
How I wish that you would fall
For on the floor what I would see is
Shattered demons ripped to pieces
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Pathospassion
c.d.latin
Forum Posts: 172
c.d.latin
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The Demons Inside
He is disturbed
Filled with discontent
Dark demons and fearless wit
That leaves him fearful when
He slits his wrists again
He tries to hold my hand
But the glass is too thick
Cutting into this
Little peace he still possessed
I try to rest in him
But who can abide in demon's hands
Especially when that demon is
The man in the mirror
Who cannot breathe pass this famished land
I was a man
But only in my dreams
Because the reality is
I live in a place of harrowing things
Where only little boys exist
Where there is thin ice
That heats itself from the inside
As if hell-fire will never subside
Where all the err-filled angels hide
He is disturbed
Filled with discontent
Dark demons and fearless wit
That leaves him fearful when
He slits his wrists again
He tries to hold my hand
But the glass is too thick
Cutting into this
Little peace he still possessed
I try to rest in him
But who can abide in demon's hands
Especially when that demon is
The man in the mirror
Who cannot breathe pass this famished land
I was a man
But only in my dreams
Because the reality is
I live in a place of harrowing things
Where only little boys exist
Where there is thin ice
That heats itself from the inside
As if hell-fire will never subside
Where all the err-filled angels hide
Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
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Austin Rura
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Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
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Austin Rura
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Joined 6th Dec 2013Forum Posts: 327
talk about my darkside
two wolves fight
yin and yang but which ones wrong and which ones right?
they bark and bite
one loses a foot while the other loses its sight
the good wolf tries to keep the inner light bright fight back but it just does not have the might
if anything compared to the darkness inside the inner light only has half the might
so no choice but for the good voice to grow weak stay until it gets gray just hide in fright
while the darkness inside will grab a jay give it a light just do as he may he's gonna damn sure ride tonight
ridin like im high as the sky
like a twenty two inch platinum kite
keepin it up with all my might
fuckin the world with every inch I give it every ounce of the darkness inside
two wolves fight
yin and yang but which ones wrong and which ones right?
they bark and bite
one loses a foot while the other loses its sight
the good wolf tries to keep the inner light bright fight back but it just does not have the might
if anything compared to the darkness inside the inner light only has half the might
so no choice but for the good voice to grow weak stay until it gets gray just hide in fright
while the darkness inside will grab a jay give it a light just do as he may he's gonna damn sure ride tonight
ridin like im high as the sky
like a twenty two inch platinum kite
keepin it up with all my might
fuckin the world with every inch I give it every ounce of the darkness inside
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Tacete
who-isthe-silence
Forum Posts: 205
who-isthe-silence
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 24th Nov 2013Forum Posts: 205
I hear the crunching of shell casings
beneath the sole of my boot.
I lower myself
perched,
cross hairs full
finger poised,
I activate the three muscles required
for the perfect trigger squeeze.
And the bullet penetrates the car door
used for cover
and the blood sprayed
I breath out
and turn away.
beneath the sole of my boot.
I lower myself
perched,
cross hairs full
finger poised,
I activate the three muscles required
for the perfect trigger squeeze.
And the bullet penetrates the car door
used for cover
and the blood sprayed
I breath out
and turn away.
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