Poetry competition CLOSED 24th April 2015 4:49am
WINNER
snugglebuck
snugglebuck
The Evolution of Darkness
First poem, old one
what is a friend?
I never knew from my first years of school to the end I never knew,
the days dragged on the sorrow hidden by a lie,
nobody knew and nobody cared they had a group of friends a life,
I was locked up hoping to die day after day,
week after week, they all blurred together,
then it was just me in a world of darkness trying to claw my way out,
I never knew all I had to do was call for somebody,
Somebody new, Somebody different, Somebody lost in the darkness with me so I gave up,
I gave in the nasty thoughts,
the pit which only goes deeper and deeper each day and night,
My thoughts were this simple I am an artist and I shall be my canvas,
one day someone will see my art and under stand but that day never came and here I lay slowly wishing it all away,
my life is dark and there appears to be no light but it lays beyond a wall to high to break,
Now I slowly fade from this world and wonder... What is a friend?
Second poem, new
Mom, Did i do good?
Why do you lie?
Why do you tell tales to hide?
I am I a Bad Daughter?
I don't mean to lie,
I don't mean to hide,
I am scared.
Why won't you help me?
I had to take the situation into my own hands,
Now look where I am.
Did I do it right?
Did I do good?
They wouldn't leave me alone,
They called Me horrible names and words.
Mommy, What is an Ugly Bitch?
Why do they call me that?
Did I do something to deserve this?
They started hitting me Mommy.
Why won't you listen to me?
I was bled today, They threw me into a wall and called me names again,
They won't stop Mommy,
I tried to be nice but they wouldn't stop,
I had to they had a Knife Mommy,
I didn't mean to Mommy, I swear,
Please don't let them take me away,
They ignored me as well,
Writing it off as Girl Drama.
Why did they not believe me?
I didn't lie to them,
Now I am the one in trouble,
THEY DIDN'T LISTEN,
I had to or I would be in her place.
Would you miss me, Mommy?
If I was in her place, Would you miss me?
Did you know they got me with the Knife?
The other people don't know that I am slowly bleeding out,
they walk by and look at me in disgust.
What did I do to deserve this?
Mommy, I left you a present,
I made it in Art.
Mommy, Did I do good?
what is a friend?
I never knew from my first years of school to the end I never knew,
the days dragged on the sorrow hidden by a lie,
nobody knew and nobody cared they had a group of friends a life,
I was locked up hoping to die day after day,
week after week, they all blurred together,
then it was just me in a world of darkness trying to claw my way out,
I never knew all I had to do was call for somebody,
Somebody new, Somebody different, Somebody lost in the darkness with me so I gave up,
I gave in the nasty thoughts,
the pit which only goes deeper and deeper each day and night,
My thoughts were this simple I am an artist and I shall be my canvas,
one day someone will see my art and under stand but that day never came and here I lay slowly wishing it all away,
my life is dark and there appears to be no light but it lays beyond a wall to high to break,
Now I slowly fade from this world and wonder... What is a friend?
Second poem, new
Mom, Did i do good?
Why do you lie?
Why do you tell tales to hide?
I am I a Bad Daughter?
I don't mean to lie,
I don't mean to hide,
I am scared.
Why won't you help me?
I had to take the situation into my own hands,
Now look where I am.
Did I do it right?
Did I do good?
They wouldn't leave me alone,
They called Me horrible names and words.
Mommy, What is an Ugly Bitch?
Why do they call me that?
Did I do something to deserve this?
They started hitting me Mommy.
Why won't you listen to me?
I was bled today, They threw me into a wall and called me names again,
They won't stop Mommy,
I tried to be nice but they wouldn't stop,
I had to they had a Knife Mommy,
I didn't mean to Mommy, I swear,
Please don't let them take me away,
They ignored me as well,
Writing it off as Girl Drama.
Why did they not believe me?
I didn't lie to them,
Now I am the one in trouble,
THEY DIDN'T LISTEN,
I had to or I would be in her place.
Would you miss me, Mommy?
If I was in her place, Would you miss me?
Did you know they got me with the Knife?
The other people don't know that I am slowly bleeding out,
they walk by and look at me in disgust.
What did I do to deserve this?
Mommy, I left you a present,
I made it in Art.
Mommy, Did I do good?
http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/77/r169_457x256_13606_Dominion_2d_fantasy_horror_girl_woman_picture_image_digital_art.jpg
Slicing off possessed fetus flesh,
Catholic mothers screaming Anti-Christ.
Stabbing and reaping the innocent,
Licking the blood clean off the murder knife.
Playing Jack the Ripper.
A never ending raping feast.
Taking and killing, Killing and taking,
OH!
How I long to release the beast!!
Fucking me hardcore creating the Kamasutra,
bathing me in virgin blood.
Listening to symphonic screaming,
of wretched human gourmet and bones.
Dismissing morality,
Reaching Ecstasy in perfect decay.
Such chaotic love for psychotic murder.
Bring me victims, and I'll keep sane.
The escalation of my morbid habits,
woe my sadistic character!
Oh but my anecdotes creates demons,
after all, birds with filthy carnivorous feathers,
flop together.
So let's dance in a trance,
Find glee with me, in this distorted ambience.
Slaughtering pretty lewd young-ins,
They bleed for the audience.
So wear your masks,
Hide your wicked, ungodly identity.
Let's feast in euphoria and intoxicate ourselves on the gore.
Forget rationality,
as it comes just as it goes to its fancy.
I do apologize deary, but I must also add...
This event is Invites Only.
I wonder if I have gotten better over the years.I swear I just love dark poetry. I never knew there were people out there who liked the same thing, till I came across this site
(my first dark poem)
Sponges
There is something dark and weary in me.
Something bleary-eyed,
in need of rest.
There is something in me
that lingers along with the dead,
something they take
into the ground,
the claustrophobic silence
of their caskets.
I imagine when the lid
is closed, their only
faculty available is smell
and this is rewarded
by the floral soap we use
to cleanse their doll-parts.
It must linger for years,
trapped as it is.
Must permeate skin and dreams,
so porous and soft -
cloud-ash sponges
crying out for saturation,
forever denied in the end.
Sponges
There is something dark and weary in me.
Something bleary-eyed,
in need of rest.
There is something in me
that lingers along with the dead,
something they take
into the ground,
the claustrophobic silence
of their caskets.
I imagine when the lid
is closed, their only
faculty available is smell
and this is rewarded
by the floral soap we use
to cleanse their doll-parts.
It must linger for years,
trapped as it is.
Must permeate skin and dreams,
so porous and soft -
cloud-ash sponges
crying out for saturation,
forever denied in the end.
Part 2
-My sanity is dying-
I'm drowning in my fears.
I'm drowning in my tears.
I'm tearing at the seams.
Can't you hear my screams?
Inside my mind it's painted with blood.
What do I do when my sanity is undone?
Do I scream or do I cry?
Do I fall or do I lie?
Do I tell the world that I'm still ok
or do I tell the world that I'm not fit to stay?
What do I do when my mind is in a mess?
Do i try to think more or do I try to think less?
I'm screaming in my head.
I can't remember what I said.
My thoughts hurt to be thought.
My mind hurts to be fought.
I'm drowning in my fears.
I'm drowning in my tears.
I'm tearing at the seams.
Can't you hear my screams?
My sanity is dying
but on the outside I'm lying.
I tell the world that I'm ok
that I'm still fit for the next day.
My mind is in a mess
but I don’t want to confess.
I'm fighting with the voices
trying to make the right choices.
But what do I say
when I don't have the right of way?
I'm drowning in my fears.
I'm drowning in my tears.
I'm tearing at the seams.
Can't you hear my screams?
-My sanity is dying-
I'm drowning in my fears.
I'm drowning in my tears.
I'm tearing at the seams.
Can't you hear my screams?
Inside my mind it's painted with blood.
What do I do when my sanity is undone?
Do I scream or do I cry?
Do I fall or do I lie?
Do I tell the world that I'm still ok
or do I tell the world that I'm not fit to stay?
What do I do when my mind is in a mess?
Do i try to think more or do I try to think less?
I'm screaming in my head.
I can't remember what I said.
My thoughts hurt to be thought.
My mind hurts to be fought.
I'm drowning in my fears.
I'm drowning in my tears.
I'm tearing at the seams.
Can't you hear my screams?
My sanity is dying
but on the outside I'm lying.
I tell the world that I'm ok
that I'm still fit for the next day.
My mind is in a mess
but I don’t want to confess.
I'm fighting with the voices
trying to make the right choices.
But what do I say
when I don't have the right of way?
I'm drowning in my fears.
I'm drowning in my tears.
I'm tearing at the seams.
Can't you hear my screams?
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/202342.jpg
(second poem)
the break-up
You chained me to the earth but
the water kept rising. Hands in
the toaster but you kept walking
away through the dark tunnel of
my throat. I’d wait for you all
night, a candle lit on the tip
of my tongue. See this? I’ll
hold up a mirror and you can
see right through to the part
of me you ate away. You were
the only one who could speak
the language of my body, all
broken dolls and carousels
turning by themselves. All I could
do was stare at my different faces
spread on the table, wet veins
adhering to the surface like glue.
You’d grab my pony tails, tear me
straight down the middle. Once I
tried to shoot myself but all the
bats just started rushing out.
The stark bare trees that
sprouted from your teeth marks.
When we danced how the blood
would flow from my mouth. You
could tap me three times, my
body rising, rising. Floating
midair like the souls
of the dead.
(second poem)
the break-up
You chained me to the earth but
the water kept rising. Hands in
the toaster but you kept walking
away through the dark tunnel of
my throat. I’d wait for you all
night, a candle lit on the tip
of my tongue. See this? I’ll
hold up a mirror and you can
see right through to the part
of me you ate away. You were
the only one who could speak
the language of my body, all
broken dolls and carousels
turning by themselves. All I could
do was stare at my different faces
spread on the table, wet veins
adhering to the surface like glue.
You’d grab my pony tails, tear me
straight down the middle. Once I
tried to shoot myself but all the
bats just started rushing out.
The stark bare trees that
sprouted from your teeth marks.
When we danced how the blood
would flow from my mouth. You
could tap me three times, my
body rising, rising. Floating
midair like the souls
of the dead.
