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Darkest Poem

poet Anonymous

I_IS_ME
Tyrant of Words
United States 24awards
Joined 29th Aug 2018
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I_IS_ME
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Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 84

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I_IS_ME
Tyrant of Words
United States 24awards
Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 84

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I_IS_ME
Tyrant of Words
United States 24awards
Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 84

I_IS_ME
Tyrant of Words
United States 24awards
Joined 29th Aug 2018
Forum Posts: 84

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Phaedra_Farrow
Ina
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 12th Oct 2015
Forum Posts: 22

Crows

Crows
I found myself, caught, tangled up, in Lucifer's
dream catcher.
Contrary to, what, one might,  assume.  
Even, the devil, sleeps.  
to my surprise, he dreamt of me.  
When I was a girl, I remember,
Sitting in Lafayette cemetery.  
Writing love letters, to Azazael.  
My heart, bled, words, onto parchment.  
Spilling, my darkest secrets, acting out, the hidden fantasies,  that long while, played through,  my head.
My desires, that were, unfathomable, among
my peers, I would sit there, in the company
of crows.  In peace, with the ominous,  comfort, of stillness, and piercing silence.  
I mourned, my own death.  With, the guilt.  
I had proclaimed, myself, a murderer.  
When,  I whited out, her name.  
I became, the ghost, haunting, myself.
Hell, had become,  my home.  
I had grown, too comfortable,  there.  
I had stayed there, for so long, that I started to decorate.  Writing my confessions.  
My dearest, Azazael, brought roses
to place,  on my grave.  
I could see, my tragedy, lingering,  in his smile.
My skin, defiled, by,  my own hand.  
The ghost, of my,  inner child, protesting.
Screaming,  inside my head.  
Haunting me, relentlessly, in her efforts.
An attempt, to cling,  to my innocence.  
Wasted, with my,  child like, dreams.  
I wore,  my depravities, like, a signature.  
He offered me, a fine Bourbon,
aged along, with my, memories.  
In exchange, for my,  allegiance.  
With,  every drink, I downed, my fantasies,
transformed,  into memories. I would create.
The crows would sing my eulogy
while he slept.  
Crowds, would gather, at stone monuments.
They wept tears, for their departed.  
No one,  cried for me.  
Only the black birds, with their,  melancholy
songs, paying tribute, to another,  dead poet.
I still think about, a little girl,
soaking in the sunshine,
with daisies in her hair.
I remember,  the constellations, sparkling
in her eyes, and, how she use to smile
at the boys during recess.  
How she would,  day dream, about a big wedding, with dancing, and, a grand piano, playing a song, taken, from, one of the poems,
she wrote,  in her diary.  
When,  she use to laugh,  at their jokes,
before, she went to the woods, with Billy.  
Before, the darknes, swallowed,  her dreams.
When, he planted the seeds, in Lucifer's garden. The stars died, in her eyes.
She bled,  into the soil, her tears, watered the grass.  He, heard, her curse the scriptures.  
From a slumber, he licked her wounds,
as he, whispered,  Azazael's name.  
The pitch black night, turned to day.  
She thought about, sparrows, drinking nectar,
under a clear blue sky, with the sunlight,  warming her face,  again.  
The forest, was cold, and lonely.  She wanted to hear the birds sing.  
She changed, with the seasons, when the crow, crowed,  inviting her to autumn.
Somehow,  she was fluent,  in his language.  
The conversation,  carried on,  with the falling, of departed, leaves, escaping, their confinement, from, the trees. She confided in the crow,  telling him, all about,  how,
She hated,  the boys, and, the way the trees,
were judging her.  She could feel it,  rooted into the ground,  where she sat,  feeling it, tipping her scales.  The imbalance, had offended her.  The wind,  blew through her hair,  provoking her rage.  The dark Libra,  had awaken,  Her ideologies of love, carried away, with the shadow, of her eclipsed heart.
She hated the Sun, and, the lies, its rays, had  spoke to her,  she had forsaken, all hope, and abandoned faith, of anything good, left in a world,  ruled by man.  Humanity, and decency, were words, that no longer,  resonated with her.  Kindness, no longer served her. She expected nothing,  but pain. Her truth, and faithful, companion.  The one thing, proven to be constant, in her reality. The only thing, certain,  was death would come,  eventually.
She hated, being the girl, that smiled at boys.
She watched the sky,  shift to grey,
followed the crow out of the forrest, when
it was time, to fly out of that place.  She dreamt of New Orleans, and, would make her way, eventually.  A city,  dark, like her.  With, witch craft, beating in her, tired heart.  
She picked up a razor, and cut the summer, away, frozen,  with her winter.  Moments passed, never passing at all. She found sanctuary, in the cemetery. Aeons from, a home,  she never lived in. She found a life, among the dead,  writing hymns, for the, winged, midnight feathered, creatures, that would come to comfort her.  Gifts from Azazael,  companions, to inspire, her blood, soaked offerings, dedications to the damned.
Her secret, now, a stain, on my memory.  
After living a life, filled with regret.
Passion, dwindling, with the sand, in my hour glass.  Time, bats her eye lashes,  at me.
I still drink Bourbon, on Saturday nights.
While I ponder, and wonder,
if he still reads my letters,
or if the crows, ever stopped singing?
Written by Phaedra_Farrow (Ina)
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Northern1
Fire of Insight
Iceland
Joined 15th Apr 2016
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That's A No No

You can blast them into tiny pieces
Shoot all of their uncles and nieces
Chop off the ears and their hands
Callously lay waste to their lands
Yes happily tear their limbs apart
Stab them slowly through the heart
Torture them for weeks at a time
Then dissolve their remains in lime
Pound a hammer into the cranium
Poison them with depleted uranium
Lay landmines disguised as toys
To decimate the girls and the boys
You may wipe out their tribe entire
Duly erase them in an unholy fire  
Shouts of outrage will be minimal
But gas them and you're a criminal
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Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 3rd Mar 2013
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Drug Induced Deprecation

Push the plunger down once or thrice
don't need no nurse
his own fucking doctor

Mr hedonistic self abuser if you please
discarded bottles
broken glass pipes
blood stained carpet dos house

Dragon chasing double dropped steam roller
forgot to eat let alone the day

Reality
a self perspective
call it drug induced psychosis
marked for death
with a life extended execution sentence

Tolerance is like a bad itch
when you can stop scratching
you don't want to
when you want to stop scratching
you can't

One of lifes riddles indeed

inechoingsilence
Thought Provoker
United States 4awards
Joined 17th Apr 2019
Forum Posts: 327

Broken Beginning

Just because something can be brought together
doesn’t give obligation for the creation  
In nature, voluntary isolation mostly means  
better to leave well enough alone, walk away  
Interaction can cause catastrophic consequences  
  
Bringing close what is best kept separated  
is the recipe for disaster than can span generations  
Dreams fade, icy hearts remain too cold to ever thaw  
Opposites now together, it is only inevitable  
that without want or love for them, four children arrive  
   
One soul is mercifully whisked away at birth  
another is placed in a children’s home but visits  
So two little girls remain, using wiles and wit    
theft, intelligence, charm, sheer force of childish will  
astonishingly creative methods used to stay together, alive  
   
Cold, wet, sink-washed hair with Palmolive dish soap    
bloody beef bologna, glass shards spat out of each bite  
torn clothes worn, never were quite clean enough  
lice infested hair, ringworm , cigarette burns in flesh  
garbage knee-high, bugs, mold, dirt everywhere  
   
He was too furious to notice, bound by unseen chains  
She was too broken to care, physically and mentally    
Neither had any clue how to care for little souls  
No strength of will, all too expert in neglect  
inevitably, all fell apart, lives forever scarred, fractured  
   
People should learn, take their cue from nature.    
Sad, gray-eyed boys with Kodiak cameras and dreams  
should leave English-Irish intellectual blonde ice princesses be.    
Jewish boys should look elsewhere for love, anywhere at all  
Protestant girls shouldn’t give in to sweet words and promises  
   
If you were to ask how I could speak so precisely  
I would tell the truth - this is the beginning of me.
Written by inechoingsilence
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Carpe_Noctem
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Posted twice nothing to see here carry on as you were

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