Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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A Fragile Damnation
I walk the edge where echoes weep
A threadbare bridge o’er chasms deep
The stars above are cracked and cold
Their dying light too weak to hold
Each step I take, the earth resigns
Ashes crumbling into signs
A fate unwoven, frayed and thin
Yet longing pulls me back within
I whisper prayers to hollow stone
To gods long deaf, to sins my own
But mercy flickers, frail and weak
A phantom’s breath I dare not seek
Chains grow tight, the gate swings wide
No voice to barter, none to guide
Beyond, the void calls soft...
A threadbare bridge o’er chasms deep
The stars above are cracked and cold
Their dying light too weak to hold
Each step I take, the earth resigns
Ashes crumbling into signs
A fate unwoven, frayed and thin
Yet longing pulls me back within
I whisper prayers to hollow stone
To gods long deaf, to sins my own
But mercy flickers, frail and weak
A phantom’s breath I dare not seek
Chains grow tight, the gate swings wide
No voice to barter, none to guide
Beyond, the void calls soft...
#dark
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Eggs-actly
Calls his predecessor sleepy
On the first day falls asleep himself
Thinks he’s the world’s smartest
Lacks empathy and common sense
Likes to take credit for rain
Blames others when things go bad
Doesn’t give a fuck about people
While everybody goes mad
Goes to see migrants at the border
Some yell “chinga to madre güey”
Like an idiot thinks they love him
Grows more ignorant everyday
Raises the prices of everything
Breaks communication all around
Increases chances of a plague
Maintains a foochi smoochy...
On the first day falls asleep himself
Thinks he’s the world’s smartest
Lacks empathy and common sense
Likes to take credit for rain
Blames others when things go bad
Doesn’t give a fuck about people
While everybody goes mad
Goes to see migrants at the border
Some yell “chinga to madre güey”
Like an idiot thinks they love him
Grows more ignorant everyday
Raises the prices of everything
Breaks communication all around
Increases chances of a plague
Maintains a foochi smoochy...
#unicorns
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3 Comments
Before it's too late
#abuse
#betrayal
#DomesticViolence
#lies
#relationships
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14 Comments
Blossoming Sin Putrescent
Ravaging the soul
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
Temptation ascended
Between the pestle and bowl
Heaven now rended
The skeletons now dance
A chalice now sanguine
Devil eyes in a trance
Sacred shapes withered thin
Radiance of infernal shine
Sevenfold immolation rite
Usurped and inverse divine
Brilliance of perdition in the night
#curse
#dark
#evil
#night
#religion
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M.I.A.
Ill take my chances with the serial killers.
Deep in the woods.
It's traditional.
Hot and sweaty on the floor,
Next to the cabin fire.
No one around to care.
Alone with someone;
Still don't know his name.
Didn't ask. I like a surprise.
He chains me up just right.
I may or may not fight.
It's the thrill of my last night,
Who needs dates?
I'm super siked!
I love candles and moonlight.
I hope the hikers don't look inside.
I'm trying not to make too much noise.
Just trying to hide.
The...
Deep in the woods.
It's traditional.
Hot and sweaty on the floor,
Next to the cabin fire.
No one around to care.
Alone with someone;
Still don't know his name.
Didn't ask. I like a surprise.
He chains me up just right.
I may or may not fight.
It's the thrill of my last night,
Who needs dates?
I'm super siked!
I love candles and moonlight.
I hope the hikers don't look inside.
I'm trying not to make too much noise.
Just trying to hide.
The...
#ThrillSeeking
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A Faithless Eucharist
The only thing that gave me life
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
#apathy
#art
#atheism #spiritual
#atheism #spiritual
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quill
dip the quill and make it bleed
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks
festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real
a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully
taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down
my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm ...
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks
festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real
a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully
taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down
my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm ...
#dark
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6 Comments
experiment 612
Every… nothing…
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
see… nothing… feel, nothing.
Think na… why? What?
I feel… I need to feel…
I, try, why can’t I see?
I, try, why cant I smell?
I try, why… what is that distant feeling?
Closer, bring it closer.
My eyes feel open. But are they?
I taste something… metal?
The pounding draws closer… or not?
where… who am I?
The pounding gets stronger,
it can’t get closer… why?
Inside, inside the cold.
Dull and blurry, I fee… no see.
Bright, so bright. ...
#confusion
#dark
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
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Grant a Wish
"Grant a Wish"
This life plowed me like a mack truck
But frankly my dear I don't give a fukk
I'm no survivor I'm a goddamn warrior
To brutality & misery I'm no foreigner
Bring it on BIG brother of despair
I can take what you give in pairs
I have no fear of fire & brimstone
Look inside a soul brightly shone
You think you can plague me like Job?
Your sorry ass will swing by the rope
Think my knees have fell down to pray?
Mark it on your calendar that'll be the day
Confession...
This life plowed me like a mack truck
But frankly my dear I don't give a fukk
I'm no survivor I'm a goddamn warrior
To brutality & misery I'm no foreigner
Bring it on BIG brother of despair
I can take what you give in pairs
I have no fear of fire & brimstone
Look inside a soul brightly shone
You think you can plague me like Job?
Your sorry ass will swing by the rope
Think my knees have fell down to pray?
Mark it on your calendar that'll be the day
Confession...
#dark
#death
#despair
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The Joker's Rulebook
"Joker's Rulebook"
I'm the Joker who laughs hysterically
Footsteps of a murderer incessantly
I make you all the jokes of the day
Yes that's right fall down as my prey
My voice echoes your ears until deft
A slicing tongue leaves your mind cleft
Glistening bullets charge from my gun
My wikked ways are webs I have spun
Roars into a hypnotic trance of silence
I have a dream,it's filled with violence
No living soul safe from deadly wrath
No stones unturned it's simple math
Make up on my face...
I'm the Joker who laughs hysterically
Footsteps of a murderer incessantly
I make you all the jokes of the day
Yes that's right fall down as my prey
My voice echoes your ears until deft
A slicing tongue leaves your mind cleft
Glistening bullets charge from my gun
My wikked ways are webs I have spun
Roars into a hypnotic trance of silence
I have a dream,it's filled with violence
No living soul safe from deadly wrath
No stones unturned it's simple math
Make up on my face...
#dark
#evil
#funny #horror
#funny #horror
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It Whispers
You want the truth? Ha. Let me carve it in,
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.
You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.
I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream...
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.
You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.
I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream...
#dark
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Joining A Glam Metal Band Is Not Good
Racquel joined Nemesis on tour.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
#art
#dark
#death
#drugs
#fiction
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