Dwelling in the Dark Place
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Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 16069
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16069
Thank you FallenAngle for your entry.
blocat
Forum Posts: 241
Dangerous Mind
9
Joined 1st Nov 2012Forum Posts: 241
Thank you for the opportunity.
blocat
Forum Posts: 241
Dangerous Mind
9
Joined 1st Nov 2012Forum Posts: 241
Yes, it's not all physical "queer bashing" it's very sad how subtle homophobia has become. The person in the poem is my sister a dear lady whom I love so much.
GaR
Joined 22nd Oct 2014
Forum Posts: 2
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 2
Putrefaction
I love to the point of hate
I lust to the point of distaste
Anything I touch turns into waste
Anything I covet eventually breaks
Dismay dismay, I don't mean to plummet your way!
I am a black sheep that paints itself gray
Hiding embarrassingly my deep within decay
I smell like death, please don't cross my way
I smell like death, thus a sign that I cant shake
I love to the point of hate
I lust to the point of distaste
Anything I touch turns into waste
Anything I covet eventually breaks
Dismay dismay, I don't mean to plummet your way!
I am a black sheep that paints itself gray
Hiding embarrassingly my deep within decay
I smell like death, please don't cross my way
I smell like death, thus a sign that I cant shake
tami
Joined 31st Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 16
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 16
Round And Around
you're
cracking-up,
my buttercup.
if you could
feel...
all that is
real;
In those
shadows
lie...
pain that is
multiplied.
And across the
walls,
graffiti-scrawled;
pour on some
more,
til you settle the
score.
rum-punch in the
sky.
all just fading
by...
windows into
nothing.
sea-horses ride
by; roughing
up a house of
cards.
retards into a...
looking-glass of
your mind; cracking...
up.
you're
cracking-up,
my buttercup.
if you could
feel...
all that is
real;
In those
shadows
lie...
pain that is
multiplied.
And across the
walls,
graffiti-scrawled;
pour on some
more,
til you settle the
score.
rum-punch in the
sky.
all just fading
by...
windows into
nothing.
sea-horses ride
by; roughing
up a house of
cards.
retards into a...
looking-glass of
your mind; cracking...
up.
kriticool
Forum Posts: 596
Fire of Insight
32
Joined 1st Nov 2011Forum Posts: 596
Niggativity
Seeking comprehension ~ this deposition
Taking into account without hesitation
A depiction of war ~ Criminality?
On a continuous worldwide tour
Where constant is the blood & gore
Physically and emotionally ~ the violence of it all
Sight keen; this is what we’ve seen
Look, this is my slant… Call it a rant
Call it critical... Some would say skirting the political
The embodiment of what’s lyrical dressed in the satirical
For thrown Parties; this is pen and ink ~ the kind raising a stink
The type taking into account a criminal’s road to perdition
Whereas some writes only reveal science & fiction
But NO, this is not our intention.
~But first~
With all due respect...
a moment given over to reflect
My Great Grand Souls, for those
Past souls we can’t forget
Those who had lived Alkebu-lan and it was NO sweat
For a long time they were used to having things sewed-up
This was up until the time those Hackers showed-up; them Devils
They came along ~ the beginning of The All-Wrong
Dropped anchor with their mandated hold up
And ever since then...them Devils
They’ve been “The Coldest of Hackers” that ever rolled up
~What eye know~
The Great Grand’s, they should’ve put the toll up
Should’ve checked them Hackers while putting the Anti-Cold up
Because what them jokers almost accomplished was our entire fold up
Such is my people’s story...known as “The Kidnapped”
My Ancestors...where too many nodded, then napped
Got themselves trapped, then smacked
Cheated teased tortured and then left violently defeated
That Middle Passage; the Evil...so hard to believe it
Yet, the pain…the pain it's still deep-seated
Each whip, each welt ~ Death, the Enmity still felt
And those migraines? And those migraines?
And these migraines....
They’ve remained a continuous weathervane
Yet, Particle by particle, Grain by grain
Let us make this plain...
These Hackers, they steal one and the same
Certainly as Devils living life for the flame
Yet what’s proven moronic is playin their games
Even those where we pose and it's us laying claims
While(d) for certain we know the Devil’s deeds
Real Life Creeps ~ creeping what bleeds
Far as life, they have made this plain
So we can forgo what we’ve heard about Tarzan & Jane
A Cover up ~ Bundled up ~ Placed in a frame
And it’s ever so amazing how they’ve spiked that flame
Yet it’s simply the simplicity of the Devil’s whole game
War of Expansion leaves behind a blank stain
hellbound
Hellbound-Clandestine
Joined 19th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 18
Hellbound-Clandestine
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 18
it not the scene
but how you act it.
you slaughter a whole family in front of me
and i could laugh at it
like i said its how you act it .
when i was 15 i watched a kid jump
off of a bridge 500 feet up
the part that got me wasnt the death
but some evil soul
said hey faggot jump
your causing traffic
the kid did what he said
and he jump off the ledge
and to this day
it bothers my head
before i was 16 i had seen two men die
and at least 3 dead bodies
in different stages of decomposing
and this is like, majority of my writes above and below are both true storys.
one on the way home from high school
with the homie matt by my side
we turned the a left on s dale st
walked about 2/3 down the street
and to are surprise
there stood a man
sobbing,and shakeing violently
terriffed he begged for his life ,
i couldnt under stand what was happening
i was laughing
i couldn't see anyone else
i said hey look at this crack head
but that wasn't the case
as we came around the side
of a white ford pick up
an American flag sticker
post on its back
the nickel plated, NOT chrome
45 caliber pistol went off
one shot.
i almost fucking fell off my feet
the homie said later
that the shooter looked right at us
before he turn and pulled the trigger
i dont remember now,
or then
i told him all i seen was the gun
and heard the sound that it made
its true when show you
how a jugular bleeds in the movies
blood shot out of his neck about 6 feet
he held it tight, i watched him try
the blood gushed and pulsed thu his fingers
despite how he tried ,
he stumbled about 6 to 9 feet
to his car before he hit the ground
and in massive puddle of blood
thats where choked and drowned,
i've never escaped the dark place in my mind
its a part of me like oxygen that i breath.
its here with now , i see it
and its staring back at me.
and it lives with me now
but how you act it.
you slaughter a whole family in front of me
and i could laugh at it
like i said its how you act it .
when i was 15 i watched a kid jump
off of a bridge 500 feet up
the part that got me wasnt the death
but some evil soul
said hey faggot jump
your causing traffic
the kid did what he said
and he jump off the ledge
and to this day
it bothers my head
before i was 16 i had seen two men die
and at least 3 dead bodies
in different stages of decomposing
and this is like, majority of my writes above and below are both true storys.
one on the way home from high school
with the homie matt by my side
we turned the a left on s dale st
walked about 2/3 down the street
and to are surprise
there stood a man
sobbing,and shakeing violently
terriffed he begged for his life ,
i couldnt under stand what was happening
i was laughing
i couldn't see anyone else
i said hey look at this crack head
but that wasn't the case
as we came around the side
of a white ford pick up
an American flag sticker
post on its back
the nickel plated, NOT chrome
45 caliber pistol went off
one shot.
i almost fucking fell off my feet
the homie said later
that the shooter looked right at us
before he turn and pulled the trigger
i dont remember now,
or then
i told him all i seen was the gun
and heard the sound that it made
its true when show you
how a jugular bleeds in the movies
blood shot out of his neck about 6 feet
he held it tight, i watched him try
the blood gushed and pulsed thu his fingers
despite how he tried ,
he stumbled about 6 to 9 feet
to his car before he hit the ground
and in massive puddle of blood
thats where choked and drowned,
i've never escaped the dark place in my mind
its a part of me like oxygen that i breath.
its here with now , i see it
and its staring back at me.
and it lives with me now
rainy_day13
william swann
Joined 19th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 22
william swann
Thought Provoker
Forum Posts: 22
Shameless
I give her a bump and .
Soon, she is mine.
She dims the lights and
Tries not to look into my eyes.
I feel no shame—
Not tonight.
She starts to strip as
I chop up a few lines.
The exchange is understood.
She craves the drugs and
I’m addicted to her beauty.
My nose starts to bleed and
My body begins to feel weak.
We take drugs to stay numb and
Our ability to feel is soon lost.
We have sex rather than talk and
The door always remains locked.
This hotel room becomes our home and
For the night, our regrets are long gone.
I give her a bump and .
Soon, she is mine.
She dims the lights and
Tries not to look into my eyes.
I feel no shame—
Not tonight.
She starts to strip as
I chop up a few lines.
The exchange is understood.
She craves the drugs and
I’m addicted to her beauty.
My nose starts to bleed and
My body begins to feel weak.
We take drugs to stay numb and
Our ability to feel is soon lost.
We have sex rather than talk and
The door always remains locked.
This hotel room becomes our home and
For the night, our regrets are long gone.
ds3371
david spears
Joined 21st Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 18
david spears
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 18
wisdom comes from the reality that you may never see tomorrow
concentrate on the present leaving the future to its sorrows
i dont live in the regret of my past just try and learn from each
when life slaps me in the face im quick to turn the other cheeck
you can be at your pinnacle today but being buried next week
i try to listen and observe more than i open my mouth
when your quiet others wonder, but speach removes all doubt
to your strategies, advantages and strengths,
you'll give em just enough to hang you matter fact you cut it to length
my affliction use to consume me with every day habits
controlled by a substance i lost my mind if i didnt have it
begging for a helping hand so i could reach out and grab it
the hour glass was constantly running out of sand
losing days with no recollection and no way to understand
how i was trapped in this perpetual cycle
davids lost himself his name has become a title
a roll which he acted out quite poorly
unfased by the thickening plot that was forming
how often do you look at a clear sky and wish it was storming
its a miracle just for me to open my eyes each morning
so find contentment even in the moments which seem innocous and boring
take a step back and examine all the pieces
formulate your endgame and proof read your thesis
treat life like a car whose tank is running on empty
forget the opinion of others your the composer and life is your symphony
turning every idea into a spectacular ephinany
and remember fate isnt real you decide whats meant to be
i look forward to seeing your name highlighted in history
toniscales
Lost Girl
Forum Posts: 420
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
36
Joined 16th Dec 2014 Forum Posts: 420
Cling
Dried food clings stubbornly to dishes
as things cling to my mind forever.
Four walls with chipped green paint
form the space of my world.
I stare down into a church of enervate hands
and see a terrible softness.
The sight of my fingers alone is killing me.
Your angel-breath in my head annihilates.
Nights like these I cannot bear anymore,
no joy can be traversed,
a residue of harsh truths
and hopelessness clings to everything.
I am something to myself,
I have finally learned this,
though I am nothing to the universe,
fitting sacrifice to the cosmos.
Even the sad chairs,
heartbreaking in their purpose,
no thought ever given to their own yearnings,
they are the only ones that let us rest.
Dried food clings stubbornly to dishes
as things cling to my mind forever.
Four walls with chipped green paint
form the space of my world.
I stare down into a church of enervate hands
and see a terrible softness.
The sight of my fingers alone is killing me.
Your angel-breath in my head annihilates.
Nights like these I cannot bear anymore,
no joy can be traversed,
a residue of harsh truths
and hopelessness clings to everything.
I am something to myself,
I have finally learned this,
though I am nothing to the universe,
fitting sacrifice to the cosmos.
Even the sad chairs,
heartbreaking in their purpose,
no thought ever given to their own yearnings,
they are the only ones that let us rest.
hellbound
Hellbound-Clandestine
Joined 19th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 18
Hellbound-Clandestine
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 18
'm so electrifying!! ! extreme content !
I am not going to die tonight,
because im to afraid to sleep tonight
the monsters in the dark crawling thru my head since last night
when the electricity snapped on in me,
like someone flipping on a damn light
in pitch the darkness of night
it shocks me
suddenly
surging thru me, hurting, it flows.., thunderstruck,.. im ac-dc,.. its now is pumping thru me.
mostly likely now thru corroded arteries, but still,,up and down tho it still flows thru me
and with a power source it will continue endlessly, for eternity,
fuck that
writing this now, i shivering nervously ...I told you!!! stay the fuck away from me!.... noo why!
your my father don't you love me..with a crooked smirk and saddened eyes he approaches me
in the beginning I would close my eyes.
hoping if I didn't see it
it would trick my mind
make it a lie
body paralyzing
teeth grinding
neck stiffening
eyes barely able to dart down to look for searing pain.
I cant help it teeth chipping
I scream!!!!! scream loud, I scream bold,
hoping for its hold to let me go,
straightening me like a board, spine stiffening ,back aching, straining,
focusing hard on it not snapping me and ending me
turning me inside out
I smell the flesh starts to burn
yup in smoldering
i feel my blood boiling
i fade out
as i blackout
but it's ok
i can try to go back to sleep now..
soaking wet, curled in a ball
i rock myself to sleep.
Written by hellbound (Hellbound-Clandestine) New Member
I am not going to die tonight,
because im to afraid to sleep tonight
the monsters in the dark crawling thru my head since last night
when the electricity snapped on in me,
like someone flipping on a damn light
in pitch the darkness of night
it shocks me
suddenly
surging thru me, hurting, it flows.., thunderstruck,.. im ac-dc,.. its now is pumping thru me.
mostly likely now thru corroded arteries, but still,,up and down tho it still flows thru me
and with a power source it will continue endlessly, for eternity,
fuck that
writing this now, i shivering nervously ...I told you!!! stay the fuck away from me!.... noo why!
your my father don't you love me..with a crooked smirk and saddened eyes he approaches me
in the beginning I would close my eyes.
hoping if I didn't see it
it would trick my mind
make it a lie
body paralyzing
teeth grinding
neck stiffening
eyes barely able to dart down to look for searing pain.
I cant help it teeth chipping
I scream!!!!! scream loud, I scream bold,
hoping for its hold to let me go,
straightening me like a board, spine stiffening ,back aching, straining,
focusing hard on it not snapping me and ending me
turning me inside out
I smell the flesh starts to burn
yup in smoldering
i feel my blood boiling
i fade out
as i blackout
but it's ok
i can try to go back to sleep now..
soaking wet, curled in a ball
i rock myself to sleep.
Written by hellbound (Hellbound-Clandestine) New Member
Great_dane
Dala
Forum Posts: 3
Dala
Lost Thinker
1
Joined 22nd Nov 2015Forum Posts: 3
Desert storm
A disaster imminently looming, temperatures fuming
The weather fiercely booming as the sun zooms in
The scorching ray penetrates the skin, beyond the marrow
It burns deep within a heart so shallow.
I’m left homeless, bare with no shelter;
The roof was blown by the winds of revelation.
The walls close in, and then shatter from devastation,
The sun flares in, the storm nears in
My strength fails me, apparent cold heart melting
The agony of relief from love, a typical love parody.
Putting my foot down to a terrain of anguish,
A grief where I stand, below lies a grave peace;
Shelter from this storm, lies six feet deep.
A disaster imminently looming, temperatures fuming
The weather fiercely booming as the sun zooms in
The scorching ray penetrates the skin, beyond the marrow
It burns deep within a heart so shallow.
I’m left homeless, bare with no shelter;
The roof was blown by the winds of revelation.
The walls close in, and then shatter from devastation,
The sun flares in, the storm nears in
My strength fails me, apparent cold heart melting
The agony of relief from love, a typical love parody.
Putting my foot down to a terrain of anguish,
A grief where I stand, below lies a grave peace;
Shelter from this storm, lies six feet deep.
Grace
IDryad
Forum Posts: 16069
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
122
Joined 25th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 16069
GaR, Great_dane, toniscales, hellbound, ds3371 and rainy_day13 thank you for participating.
Danii
Forum Posts: 5152
Tyrant of Words
5
Joined 27th Oct 2011Forum Posts: 5152
Just a quick question, can I use something I've already written before?