Dark poems nominations

      
     
     
we can only hope      
the mess      
calling themselves      
your parents, mentioned   
that you're dying      
yes, we all end up dead      
     
some people        
stay married through it      
others don't      
some do it      
holding hands with love      
others never experience      
the emotion      
     
there will be those      
who dance through it      
while many will      
never have heard      
the music      
move their body      
     
you'll find the types      
who consume knowledge      
and those      
who couldn't care less      
the ones whose names are      
forever embedded in books      
and the ones  
who don't even appear      
on grave stones      
     
some people will pretend      
it's not true      
as their eyelids close, breathing      
across time zones,      
tropics, and the equator      
   
if in their mess, they forgot      
I'll be the messenger      
that let's you know      
you're dying      
and the best you can hope for      
is that you don't come back      
to die it again      
     
     
-once is surely enough      
     
     
     
     
     
 

Chaos, delusion; Amassed a kin    
We quiver and dance with mask and din    
Maneuver the depths  
Alas! We’re in    
Container the thoughts and rasp them thin    
   
Candour forced    
Becoming riled    
Tempters beguile the shaded child    
Wind whips through    
Tepid    
Wild    
Prune his roots; keep him mild    
   
Shelter them darlin’    
Keep them well    
Liquify their minds; make them swell    
Tinker and tine; the truth will tell    
Sprinkle design    
Escape this hell    
   
Fancy the dark; the wicked; profane    
Spill the glass    
Let it drain    
A sloven syntax; it’s how my words are lain    
Devoir and duty; a marionettes disdain    
   
A tier    
A toss    
A cancerous foe    
I dance the dance in which I know    
Tame the fortune; keep it low    
Curtail the breadth; no sense in tow    
   
Cannot rupture    
Cannot savour    
Can’t return the blind man’s favour    
Hold it close; don’t let it waver    
Consume it whilst it has no flavour    
   
Infect me slowly    
Harvest my thought    
Corrupt design; it’s how we’re wrought    
Valour defined as societal rot    
Snip the lines, we cannot be bought    
   
I wane    
Deflect    
Reject the chain    
I’ve rusted through, yet still remain    
I forge a path to keep me sane    
Pay your respects; to death, we feign

I’ve always wondered why
violence tastes like
crumbled cigarettes in ashtrays…..
 
The sound of swept glass
swishes and clinks  
bells played by tinkerbelle gone rogue
each scrape and tinkle is met with a silence as red as my eye
as swollen as Jim’s head
as black as Dave’s balls
 
The sweet scent of peach schnapps lingers on my polo shirt
its collar torn
and stretched
I’m nursing a pint that consists of
three quarters Cuervo and a quarter of
the last dregs of my sanity
 
Jason sits there blinking in slow motion,  
his normal hyperactive demeanour crushed under the weight
of the hell we just waded through
 
I poke at the torn flesh in my arm
pulling out a couple shattered shards or someone else’s bottle
the suction of flesh on glass is gooey
makes
my stomach churn
like bad butter…
 
for a victory drink
we were sullen and brooding
because the only win we had
was that none of us were dead
I chuckle into my alcoholic
delirium
 
tell Jim he looks like he’s growing
a tumour that’s  
as sexy as his mother in law  
from the side of his fucking head
 
make some joke about Dave blocking low kicks with his ball-bag
 
smear blood on Jason’s face because he got out unscathed.
 
Later my breath ragged in my lungs
I fall to my side
Ashleigh’s stargazing at the ceiling
ropes of cum drying on her tits
her cheeks rouge red
body still trembling
 
she snuggles into me
whispers that I feel like the sun
asks in the same hushed tone
why I revel in the fights so much
her fingers resting on bandages
 
I don’t have the heart to tell her
it’s the only thing
that makes me
feel
alive
so I kiss the back of her head
and whisper
I  
Don’t
Know…..

Let me help you
Pain is all you have to endure
Let me cut you
Before the poison makes you turn

Your skin and flesh your blood and bone
Your heart your mind your soul will be torn
Rotten and forgotten before buried in the soil
When the torment stops you‘ll return to home

Those black stains you see
Are formed from the soul of thee
You are rotten to the core
I could try and help once more
But my doubt is too great
And I don't fear nor hate

Do not lie to me
Unlike you I can see
Do not beg of me
There is no remedy
Do not plague me
There are no words I can speak
To rid you from this curse
You should have earned your beak

Let me drain you
You have dark venom inside
Let me end you
You are the plague of your kind

She came to me
all moon dusted
traveling via
Selene's
silvery moon rays
penetrating my
restless, often lucid
dreams. She came
with sensual bait
and I hungered to drink
her dry.
I have yet to see her face
though liken to a
blind man, I KNOW I've
seen all of her and she
IS exquisite.
She neither questions
nor gives answers
only pleases and
entreats me to join
to meld with her.
I want to but........

We slept together
last night.
I woke up more
refreshed than ever
in a long, long time.

I'm still waiting
for the hook
though I suspect
she's already set
it.

I took the help wanted sign away as I entered the doors
No one noticed me locking the doors to the grocery store
The manager was found and I assured him that I was over qualified
The job was for a butcher, I assure him I could filet an butterfly

There was a simple test that he wanted to observe and inspect
So I decapitated the old butcher and began to dissect
I promised nothing but one butcher is going to be needed in this bitch
Just let me operate the meat market and I'll make your ass rich

Penny pinchers walking the aisles looking for sales all alone
With me as you butcher and not a hacker, just watch me debone
Coupon motherfuckers hanging with hooks in their backs
Are trimmed like lambs and packaged as racks

Skin ripped and shredded, the crackling has to be made
This bitch was a vegan and so the sausage is displayed
Use the intercom an announce a sale on boxed meat
This is my way to get rid of heads, hands, and feet

Hell let's cut so shit up, hahaha, stew meat and flank steak
Take that neck and spine, and make neckbone and backbone for goodness sake
Children playing alone in the aisles when everyone's looking for a deal
Just watch me scoop their young asses up an package them up as veal

Fully gutted nothing is getting forgotten or waste
Fucking intestines stuffed as sausages with a dick and vagina taste
All of the innards, kidneys, livers, and hearts scooped up and thrown in
The blood is for the blood sausage, so that's in a separate bin

Everyone's flocking to the store after hearing about the big sales
But I must be careful least they hear of past employment tales
Of how the meat markets began to smell as blood ran down the aisles
Of how the cleaver and knives whined as the new butcher smiled    

No, no, don't revert back and yet keep the freezer packed
Show those shoplifters how a real fucking butcher reacts
I heard in a dream that the store will need a manager soon
I heard from the cleaver that our current manager wont see noon

With all of this new business and yet my check isn't right
I have put this sale off for to long it has taken all of my might
As he entered the meat market a mere lamb ready for slaughter
By noon as the cleaver predicted, he was packaged for sale upon the altar