Dark Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
Dead Inside
to say i'm utterly
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
#dark
#depression
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COVID-19
Punitive
corona virus--
lépreuse
some say it's invasion
the barbarian without
quarantined
I clear my throat
behind the face mask
breathe in unknown viruses
suffer new repressions
now lockdown
cut off life:
castration
Hugo said monasticism
resisting death
--R K Singh
corona virus--
lépreuse
some say it's invasion
the barbarian without
quarantined
I clear my throat
behind the face mask
breathe in unknown viruses
suffer new repressions
now lockdown
cut off life:
castration
Hugo said monasticism
resisting death
--R K Singh
#illness
#pandemic
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Rising Up
the world today
is a mess, life is
crazy & people
can be selfish
this is the time
to get our power
back, say stop to
those politicians
your brain is too
slow, the cracks
in your smile are
beginning to show
time you should go
those lyrics are so
empowering epic
fuckitude boost
sing it with other
Archive admirers
is freaking mighty
to be at a venue
cheering yelling
fuck you anyway
chanting 'fuck you'
is not...
is a mess, life is
crazy & people
can be selfish
this is the time
to get our power
back, say stop to
those politicians
your brain is too
slow, the cracks
in your smile are
beginning to show
time you should go
those lyrics are so
empowering epic
fuckitude boost
sing it with other
Archive admirers
is freaking mighty
to be at a venue
cheering yelling
fuck you anyway
chanting 'fuck you'
is not...
#politics
#power
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My Bones
"Sleep" hits me
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
deep in my core
brings me chills
and moves me
makes me tear
up surrender to
their poetic vibe
carried by their
lyrics & voices
i feel the ache
i need to sleep
it's been a week
afraid of what's
down there of
the hurt inside
and i can't hide
i need serenity
some quietness
the anxiety rises
i feel the hits in the
silence of my soul &
the marrow of my bones
#loneliness
#sleep
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Straight Up
I still stand straight up
dry fucked by the universe
bad memories pour over me
sticky like blood
Sour but still salty
just the rim of a margarita glass
tongue lashed and drank in kind
a tore down rebuilt Frankenstein
Everything slips from hand
I don’t understand any of it
the beauty is I don’t have to
the whole of existence can shove it
A blip in the space time continuum
ruling my own universe
conversely eluding any form of realty
straight up constant duality
dry fucked by the universe
bad memories pour over me
sticky like blood
Sour but still salty
just the rim of a margarita glass
tongue lashed and drank in kind
a tore down rebuilt Frankenstein
Everything slips from hand
I don’t understand any of it
the beauty is I don’t have to
the whole of existence can shove it
A blip in the space time continuum
ruling my own universe
conversely eluding any form of realty
straight up constant duality
#dark
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ISIS in power
Syria’s new rulers
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
I’m going out to buy two onions, flowers for my wife, and a box of red wine for no one in particular; since I’m the only one in the house who drinks wine, I guess I have to drink it myself
The checkout woman looked like Assad’s wife
Which made me think of the thousands of prisoners in his dungeon; they have disappeared. There could not have been so many; after all, perhaps it was a hall lined with mirrors.
The Alawites, Druids, and Christians, not that are murdered by the thousands, many hides in the Russian base, not the newspapers say anything about,...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#confusion
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The Lights
fatal mind fetal
pose dying to
find my home
afraid to feel
to hear to see
it hurts to face
it hurts to erase
the pain kills me
eats me inside
it hurts to hide
tired of fighting
& of being alive
afraid of the dark
the demons inside
the night & light it
hurts to wake up
i curl my back to
loneliness hide
inside their riffs
and cries try to
forget who i was
Archive hears me
where no one does
pose dying to
find my home
afraid to feel
to hear to see
it hurts to face
it hurts to erase
the pain kills me
eats me inside
it hurts to hide
tired of fighting
& of being alive
afraid of the dark
the demons inside
the night & light it
hurts to wake up
i curl my back to
loneliness hide
inside their riffs
and cries try to
forget who i was
Archive hears me
where no one does
#depression
#suicide
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mysterious woman
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some ...
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some ...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #motivational
#gratitude #motivational
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Cycle of trauma
Voices like leaves in the wind,
Here and gone again, and again.
Seasons change.
People change.
Feelings change.
Reasons change.
Dreams change.
But we're still the same.
Cought in a loop of demolition.
Aggravation.
Isolation.
Contemplating.
So frustrating.
When's it gonna end?
Over and over.
Again and again.
Stuck with a label.
As if I'm unable,
to try.
To cry.
To soar or fall,
Across the sky.
I wonder why?
I bother....
Here and gone again, and again.
Seasons change.
People change.
Feelings change.
Reasons change.
Dreams change.
But we're still the same.
Cought in a loop of demolition.
Aggravation.
Isolation.
Contemplating.
So frustrating.
When's it gonna end?
Over and over.
Again and again.
Stuck with a label.
As if I'm unable,
to try.
To cry.
To soar or fall,
Across the sky.
I wonder why?
I bother....
#sadness
#strength
#suffering
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A Hymn From the Hollow
I dreamed I was whole once—
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
or something stitched from ash,
fingers tracing hollow names
down walls that never asked.
She moves beneath the skin,
a hymn behind my tongue,
whispers wrapped in copper wire—
"Stay... stay... come undone."
Am I still breathing—
or just the echo of her touch?
Carved beneath the surface,
a husk in love with rust.
Veins blooming through stone,
her voice in every crack,
the crows call out in distant tongues—
I know she's pulling me back.
I wear her weight...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
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two truths, one lie
Tell me a secret
make it a lie
you know I'll still love you
when it all falls apart
You linger in my veins
like the last high never faded
never mind that I'm so low, so low
you're the breath I never asked for
keeping me alive
when I'd rather be painting daisies
from the other side
Tell me a secret
make it a lie
sharpen the knife
then twist it
as you slide it in slow
make me believe
you can stop anytime you like
while I plead
is it over...
make it a lie
you know I'll still love you
when it all falls apart
You linger in my veins
like the last high never faded
never mind that I'm so low, so low
you're the breath I never asked for
keeping me alive
when I'd rather be painting daisies
from the other side
Tell me a secret
make it a lie
sharpen the knife
then twist it
as you slide it in slow
make me believe
you can stop anytime you like
while I plead
is it over...
#anger
#hurt
#love
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Blood flows
Her blood flows
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
the last beats of a heart compose
a symphony of fear that echoes
the moon hangs in hallowed night
a blade glistens in the light
A sexual sacrament
blood and cum, life and death
thrusting through her final breath
dripping our souls upon the altar
licking lips to taste the rapture
His blood flows
rushing through veins it goes
chasing the feeling that grows
the mystical mysteries of life
erotic is the edge of my knife
#dark
#death
#erotic
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