Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror - Published by new DU Poetry members.
TKirchoff96
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:12pm
Yesterday 6:12pm
Her Addiction
As she lay awake at night
wanting to be the perfect one
she looked at the blade in her hand
not wanting to but needing to
She took that blade across her wrist
like it's cutting a tomato
feeling the sting but not the pain
getting the high but not the remorse
She looked at her wrist wit tears in her eyes
wanting to feel that high again
next thing she knew her blade was covered in her blood
like dipped in red paint
She went to the bathroom to stop the bledding
but it kept coursing out like a river
that would...
wanting to be the perfect one
she looked at the blade in her hand
not wanting to but needing to
She took that blade across her wrist
like it's cutting a tomato
feeling the sting but not the pain
getting the high but not the remorse
She looked at her wrist wit tears in her eyes
wanting to feel that high again
next thing she knew her blade was covered in her blood
like dipped in red paint
She went to the bathroom to stop the bledding
but it kept coursing out like a river
that would...
30 reads
1 Comment
vglleo
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:22pm
Yesterday 5:22pm
The Empty Land of Wasted Stories
No more screaming, no more voices
In the empty land of wasted stories.
A place of madness and lost faith
But look at it the right way
And it’s astonishingly great.
A null tricky game, planned, well played,
You’d better keep watching before it vanishes anyway.
But perhaps it’s too late, in this blurry night
Maybe too early to see the bright light.
Just a second of hope, a last broken prayer
To remind you in this game, you were a good player.
Cause there are no winners
No losers, no glory
In the not too far land of wasted stories.
In the empty land of wasted stories.
A place of madness and lost faith
But look at it the right way
And it’s astonishingly great.
A null tricky game, planned, well played,
You’d better keep watching before it vanishes anyway.
But perhaps it’s too late, in this blurry night
Maybe too early to see the bright light.
Just a second of hope, a last broken prayer
To remind you in this game, you were a good player.
Cause there are no winners
No losers, no glory
In the not too far land of wasted stories.
34 reads
2 Comments
Thebrokenone
Poem Published
9th Aug 2017 7:10am
9th Aug 2017 7:10am
Life Sucks
Life isnt worth living anymore,
I have no point to keep breathing this air.
I just want to get a blade and slice my wrist till I bleed out,
life is so lonely in the mind of someone that just wants to die.
If I die I feel like I will stop hurting the people I love,
even doh they will hurt for the first couple of weeks until I am forgotten,
in the past as a person so hurt that he killed him self.
Fuck life because it isn't worth living anymore,
I want the pain to just stop,
killing myself will stop the pain but killing my self is the most coward...
I have no point to keep breathing this air.
I just want to get a blade and slice my wrist till I bleed out,
life is so lonely in the mind of someone that just wants to die.
If I die I feel like I will stop hurting the people I love,
even doh they will hurt for the first couple of weeks until I am forgotten,
in the past as a person so hurt that he killed him self.
Fuck life because it isn't worth living anymore,
I want the pain to just stop,
killing myself will stop the pain but killing my self is the most coward...
44 reads
5 Comments
GlassEmerald
Poem Published
Today 7:04am
Today 7:04am
Proficient
idiosyncrasies cleansed
into parkour,
the Louver pyre (although it seems to be a scene from a movie
theater but I am missing a lover)
exuded relished unruly a proficient
as I walk on the sidewalks of Berlin,
regime
tachycardia macaroons
there is unreasonable patchwork
followed by patent settlers
siphoned arcs and
airport watermarks,
hypothetical leisure law with
ameliorating departure (I don't deserve this)
that miniature desperation are observance to gallows,
I repeat over and over again
distaste...
into parkour,
the Louver pyre (although it seems to be a scene from a movie
theater but I am missing a lover)
exuded relished unruly a proficient
as I walk on the sidewalks of Berlin,
regime
tachycardia macaroons
there is unreasonable patchwork
followed by patent settlers
siphoned arcs and
airport watermarks,
hypothetical leisure law with
ameliorating departure (I don't deserve this)
that miniature desperation are observance to gallows,
I repeat over and over again
distaste...
22 reads
1 Comment
Vinyl
Poem Published
5th Aug 2017 4:47pm
5th Aug 2017 4:47pm
Her Melody
A single note
A single beat
Yet She felt in complete.
Her heart thundered
Her body shuddered
The melody felt incomplete.
She sturmed
She tapped
She hummed to the beat
Yet it still felt incomplete.
The shadows watched
The shadows obesevered
The failure which was about to be heard
By the girl sacred to the nerve.
She cried
She winced
She couldn't make a single beat.
She was weak
She was stuck
But She wanted to save the girl in the seat.
A bright blue
In the valley of darkness
A shread...
A single beat
Yet She felt in complete.
Her heart thundered
Her body shuddered
The melody felt incomplete.
She sturmed
She tapped
She hummed to the beat
Yet it still felt incomplete.
The shadows watched
The shadows obesevered
The failure which was about to be heard
By the girl sacred to the nerve.
She cried
She winced
She couldn't make a single beat.
She was weak
She was stuck
But She wanted to save the girl in the seat.
A bright blue
In the valley of darkness
A shread...
25 reads
2 Comments
Pale_Black
Pretty_Mask
Pretty_Mask
Poem Published
Today 3:44am
Today 3:44am
REA
Disculpa haberte confinado
En los recovecos mas oscuros de mis recuerdos
Por intercambar el tesoro vehemente de tu escencia
Por cotidiana complacencia
Lamento que el dia a dia te haya convertido en decumbente particula
Aun cuando jamas fuistes,eres o serás imperfecta
Me Lastima escuchar tu estrenuente bramido
En lo mas profundo de mis suenos
Aunque con intenso deseo...
En los recovecos mas oscuros de mis recuerdos
Por intercambar el tesoro vehemente de tu escencia
Por cotidiana complacencia
Lamento que el dia a dia te haya convertido en decumbente particula
Aun cuando jamas fuistes,eres o serás imperfecta
Me Lastima escuchar tu estrenuente bramido
En lo mas profundo de mis suenos
Aunque con intenso deseo...
9 reads
0 Comments
m_d_g
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2017 2:05pm
3rd Aug 2017 2:05pm
Bloodshot eyes
Bloodshot eyes tell the tale that she doesn't want to.
Unable to hide the stream of tears and lack of sleep they have endured.
Unable to hide the stream of tears and lack of sleep they have endured.
43 reads
4 Comments
blackjack
Poem Published
31st Jul 2017 8:47pm
31st Jul 2017 8:47pm
A Euphoric Dark
With every dawn,
my blepharons gets heavier,
and dexterously I dive into the
ocean of a reality, called darkness.
negating a part of daylight reality
with the other social ambi-dexters,
I incepted my journey to an oasis
which is doable,solely after embracing
the darkness....
once in a while I resurrect
from the dark with the advent
of a butterfly which scintillates
in that dark, grim and lonely room.
when she leaves, there's
an aroma of heartache lingers
in that dark place..
getting over a...
my blepharons gets heavier,
and dexterously I dive into the
ocean of a reality, called darkness.
negating a part of daylight reality
with the other social ambi-dexters,
I incepted my journey to an oasis
which is doable,solely after embracing
the darkness....
once in a while I resurrect
from the dark with the advent
of a butterfly which scintillates
in that dark, grim and lonely room.
when she leaves, there's
an aroma of heartache lingers
in that dark place..
getting over a...
73 reads
9 Comments
frightjimmy
Poem Published
10th Aug 2017 7:29pm
10th Aug 2017 7:29pm
Wino Surrealism II
Regiments of dream needles
Centuries of the wild men
Hordes of swindlers and dikes
Show me the roads with rows of pikes
and severed heads impaled
regale us, tattered bard,
with slavers’ tales and the woes
of ravished maidens, murdered.
Beauty surrounds us everywhere
and the birds sing like far off stars
So we must dissolve it all with acid tears
and begin again, begin again,
begin again once more.
Centuries of the wild men
Hordes of swindlers and dikes
Show me the roads with rows of pikes
and severed heads impaled
regale us, tattered bard,
with slavers’ tales and the woes
of ravished maidens, murdered.
Beauty surrounds us everywhere
and the birds sing like far off stars
So we must dissolve it all with acid tears
and begin again, begin again,
begin again once more.
18 reads
1 Comment
Smiler
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2017 8:45pm
22nd Jul 2017 8:45pm
Depression
Depression depression why don't you get off of me
I'm already the worst me
Oh! How have I not felt happiness in so long like forever
I try my level best but one thing or another n we are back together.
Is it the bullying,sexual assault,my orientation or the mental sickness
That I feel completely helpless n emotionless
Feel like a liability I'm too much for everybody
Used n manipulated like a toy, not cared for or loved by anybody
21 years n counting of all the suffering n despairness
Will I ever have peace of mind and happiness? ...
I'm already the worst me
Oh! How have I not felt happiness in so long like forever
I try my level best but one thing or another n we are back together.
Is it the bullying,sexual assault,my orientation or the mental sickness
That I feel completely helpless n emotionless
Feel like a liability I'm too much for everybody
Used n manipulated like a toy, not cared for or loved by anybody
21 years n counting of all the suffering n despairness
Will I ever have peace of mind and happiness? ...
43 reads
3 Comments
ThroughTheVeil
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:24am
Yesterday 3:24am
Paper Cliffs
A paper cliff, and a crashing wave,
stick figures walking across the page,
nighttime curls,
and the darkness furls,
and in the starlight's shadows,
there grows to be a gallows.
Towards the ledge,
come back from the edge.
Figures turns around,
nearly could have drowned
Erase the line,
go back in time......
stick figures walking across the page,
nighttime curls,
and the darkness furls,
and in the starlight's shadows,
there grows to be a gallows.
Towards the ledge,
come back from the edge.
Figures turns around,
nearly could have drowned
Erase the line,
go back in time......
15 reads
0 Comments
just_dave
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2017 10:15pm
22nd Jul 2017 10:15pm
I am Michael, Joseph, Bill and Dave
Michael and Joseph were one in the same
Two different people who shared the same brain
Joseph was born because Michael was weak
With one in control the other would sleep
Fractured by rape and years in a cage
Destroyed by a man with unchecked rage
The day they were saved they both went away
And a frightened young boy was born that same day
His name was Bill and now there were three
A 10 year old boy still trapped on his knees
Out he would come, in the dark of night
To wail and scream till dawns early light
I was born last. My name...
Two different people who shared the same brain
Joseph was born because Michael was weak
With one in control the other would sleep
Fractured by rape and years in a cage
Destroyed by a man with unchecked rage
The day they were saved they both went away
And a frightened young boy was born that same day
His name was Bill and now there were three
A 10 year old boy still trapped on his knees
Out he would come, in the dark of night
To wail and scream till dawns early light
I was born last. My name...
34 reads
1 Comment
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