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darkness is my name

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yourdarkboi
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Poetry Contest

pick the best dark sad poems

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yourdarkboi
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sticks and stones

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"
is what you always hear
but at the time
words werent knives
just inocent playthings
but everything corrupts
if you give it time
if its just a puppet
silent as a mime
yeah sticks may poke and prod
and stones leave bruises
but words make you question if there is a god
and in arguments your side always loses
stones and sticks may leave scars
but what you say can too,
they say you can reach for the stars
but to limit what you do
you may be sore from sticks and stones
but words can end a life
those sticks and stones leave you with broken bones
but words can weild a knife
Written by yourdarkboi
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Voodoopunk
Strange Creature
United States
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Damnation

Hidden messages.
New voices.

Discovered specimen.
Exotic choices.

Happiness lost.
Happiness found.

Exorbitant cost.
Hallowed ground.

Pitiful beings.
Silently watching.

Sinister demons.
Begin a haunting.
Written by Voodoopunk
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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
Canada
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Hello there. How many poems are we allowed to submit?

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Heart_symphony
Twisted Dreamer
Canada
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Sadomasochists Lullaby

I hurt you, you hurt me
Letís see whoís blood drips first

Can you truly feel intense love
If you donít have a drop of masochism in you?
Because deep love tears you apart

It slowly unstitches
your heart
But it feels like youíre being
torn apart

Youíre so pretty when you cry
Come over here and let me dry your eyes
Iím the one who put you in pain
Say my name and Iíll fill your mind with beautiful lies

I can twist words
And manipulate
Trickery is a skill
And Iíve mastered the art

Inch closer to hear what I have planned
In my dungeon of love
Let me bind you with trust
I promise to take you to the heavens above

My sadistic side likes to play with knifes
I practiced etching my name into wood
In preparation for your skin
Just stay still, and donít move an inch

Your skin is the canvas
My blade a paint brush
So let the blood flow
And we can create our masterpiece

Scream and cry
Until your throat is raw
Then fall to pieces
Begging for more

Our pain is a blood symphony
And I am the maestro
Directing our orchestra
With a blade
Written by Heart_symphony
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sinisterspital
Sinister Spital
Thought Provoker
United States
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Broken you made me

I was once life...free and abundant.  
now but a shell, hollow, cold, alone.  
Surrounded by dark visions,
drowned in desolation,  
painted in the shapeless
undertones you created.  

your Catastrophe avant' garde  

Why cant I be...just me?
Sad broken vessel.  
It all fits I know...these things in front,  
fell by the wayside - crushed
among †the ruins.  
Yielding might with angelic
overtures, a veneer,  

in love with Derision.  

You've taken the fight out..
this debacle that is me.  
Seeking solace in the end,
draped in †misery.  
dangerous pretense..
not that I don't deserve...  
just crushed by imploding
doubt, your cruelty.  
I was once stature and recognition demanding...  displaced,
carved out by sirens' dialect.  

Taught me Fear  

Heart of love expelled
by poisoned elixir, the lies.  
Gnawed on my bravado,
till spineless and sore,  
††relished in the blood
spilled upon floors.  

I miss your loathing,
as I love you still.......  
...broken you made me,
despondent my will.  

© Sinister Spital

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yourdarkboi
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as many as you want

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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
Canada
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Stranded

Iím vainly trying to understand
Why your silence is more deafening than your screams
I have no sense of peace. Am I damned?
Or will I wake up from this dream?

I was aiming for the light, yet the tunnel caved in
And now Iím blindly walking through the darkness
Is my blindness a punishment for a sin?
Will I make it out of hell without becoming heartless?

Iím crawling out of this hole, but Iíve got nowhere to go
Iíve been abandoned; I took my life for granted
What has happened to my soul? I donít feel whole
This pain is more than Iíve ever imagined; Iíve been stranded.

Iím vainly trying to understand
Why your ignorance of me hurts me more than your screams
The blood runs cold through my veins; Iím going mad
My only company are my dark thoughts, of which I am their Queen.

I nearly reached the surface, yet I was pulled down
Struggling only strengthened the grip
The air rushed out of me, and I had drowned
Darkness came for me as I slippedÖ

Iím crawling out of this hole, but Iíve got nowhere to go
Iíve been abandoned; I took my life for granted
What has happened to my soul? I donít feel whole
This pain is more than Iíve ever imagined; Iíve been stranded.
Written by LunasChild8
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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
Canada
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Silent War

The doctors said that Ethan would get better
All he needed was to take his medication and receive our support
Yet that all turned to dust when we read the letter
And saw the consequences of a life cut short.

It wasnít Ethanís fault nor was it ours
We didnít know how to fight something we couldnít see
Now I stand before his grave with a bouquet of flowers
Had I seen the signs earlier, how different would things be?

I shamefully realize that I was just a watcher
A useless bystander who preferred to assume that Ethan was okay
He said that he was ďfineĒ, whenever I even botheredÖ
To ask him. And now heís gone away.

We didnít understand the silent war he fought
But deep down I knew that he wasnít alright
We cut down his body to calm his mother who was distraught
Ethanís flame had blown out when it once burnt bright.

I was a selfish watcher and I had the warning signs right in front of me
If I had bothered to talk to him more, I could have probably saved his life
Instead, I allowed Ethan to deteriorate to such a degree
That he left behind a young daughter and wife.

Iím sorry Ethan that I didnít care enough
Iím sorry that I didnít interfere
Iím sorry that I wasnít there for you when things were rough
Think of me what you will, but please believe my apology to be sincere.
Written by LunasChild8
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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
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Hollow Shell

This is it; Iím done
My heart still beats, yet no warmth flows through my veins
My face is an emotionless mask, and I feel nothing inside
Tears pour from my eyes, yet they offer no relief
From the pain and torment Iíve subjected myself to
Life is cruel, and Iím merely one of its foolish victims
Iíve irrevocably damaged the lives of the people who matter to me
No matter what I say or do, I can never make up for it
Iím in a dark and unstable place
I canít find the light and set myself free
Life isnít worth living with this pain Iím going through
So why not just end it all with two momentary pains?
And watch my life bleed out of this hollow shell of the person I once was.
Written by LunasChild8
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LunasChild8
Fire of Insight
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See You in Hell

It seems that morals and compassion have gone out the window
For you to consider someone like me as a role model
Your tastes have turned from bubbly warmth to freezing snow
Whereas people collect paintings, my decorations are human skulls.
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I express my emotions best when I use my knife
I view the human body as a delicate sculpture that only I can improve
Youíre stupidly naÔve to believe my obvious lies
Whatever delusions you have when you stick your cock in me; Iím just fucking you.
-
Many lovers have taken their pleasure from me and enjoyed it
And despite my cringe towards the emotional throw-up, I enjoy a good fuck
But what makes sex even better is when your jugular vein gets slit
My moodís improved, though their situation certainly sucks.
-
Iím a cold-hearted bitch with no tolerance for stupidity
I couldnít give a shit about any emotional baggage
At least five times a week, I throw a body out to sea
If Iím not feeling lazy, I do enjoy torturing hostages.
-
Iíd torture you all right now, but hey, Iím in a good mood
Instead, Iíll go easy and simply torch this auditorium down
With all of you dead, I wonít get any boos
While Iím at it, I might as well burn down this town.
-
I thought I was the one fucked up
As I take pleasure in your fearís arousing smell
You plead for my cure even as your friends and loved ones get blown up
Someday, Iíll see you all in hell.
Written by LunasChild8
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LunasChild8
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Eternal Sleep

From your place up so high,
I stretch my fingers and touch the sky;
Mama says that youíll fall down,
She says: ďplease land safely on the ground.Ē
 
I donít remember your face,
But I still feel your embrace;
Each time I hear the engines roar,
The pang in my heart feels sore.  
 
Papa, I miss you; I want you home,
Please donít leave me all alone;
Mama weeps because you went to eternal sleep.  
I donít understand why I wonít ever see you again.
 
The light suddenly goes out,
And then I hear mama shout;
ďWhy didnít you come back?
You were the only love I ever had.Ē
 
All the clouds turn red,
My heart is filled with dread;
One by one they fall,
The fireís so big and Iím so small.

Papa, I miss you; I want you home,
Please donít leave me all alone;
Mama weeps because you went to eternal sleep.  
I donít understand why I wonít ever see you again.
 
The sirens are so loud,
The silence has turned to sound;
Mama no longer weeps,
All she does is bleed.
 
Now Iím all alone,
My heart has turned to stone;
Youíre a forgotten memory,
Even as I burn, I canít feel anything.
 
Papa, where are you? You didnít come home.
I never see the plane that you have flown;
Mama sweet has joined you in eternal sleep.
I now understand that youíre a dead man.  
And that Iím aloneÖ
 
Written by LunasChild8
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samehdi
Samira
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United States
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My Love and Your Bottle

Do you need me, in the lonely hours of the night?
Let my love consume you, and your soul will be at ease,
With the a swift touch, the feeling of your affection, such a tease;
As I lie awake and think of you at night, I feel fine, everythingís alright.
Your touch makes me feel like the only girl in the world,
I know thatís not true, youíve got your way around the other girls.
I get excited when you come to my window at night, to see your eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
But your breath reeks of Rum Spice, your hands around my neck grow tight.
 
Your words that hurt me are forgotten as I feel your kiss against my neck,  
The sensation you give me, makes me feel like I can fly.
But the days your hands find their way arond my neck, all I want to is die.
I know you love me, I know that you do.
You only forget to love me on the nights youíve had a few.
The next day, you always approach me at school, full of apologies.
I lie and say thereís no excuse for your atrocities.
You know I love you too much to let you go,
This thing Iíve called love has kept me at an all time low.
 
You call me at night, say you need to see me.
You tell me to be quiet, as you hold me down and kiss me slowly.
With the smell of Mikeís prominent on your breath,
All I can think about is my time of death.
You never love me when I ask you to, you act like itís a chore,
But you expect me to respond to your beck and call when you come knocking at my door.
Physicality isnít another word for love, you only use me when you feel unwanted;
I want you all to myself, but you make me feel disheartened.
The love you give me is not from within, but the alcohol that reeks off of your skin.
As I stand at the top of the bridge, jump, drop my weight, go down full throttle.
You take a sharp intake of breath, and pick up your bottle.
Written by samehdi (Samira)
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yourdarkboi
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trouble in hell

"i thought i was human"
"shut up....just shut up"
im not human
here is my proof
i dont have a home
 just four walls and a roof
you see a smiling mother
three kids
a boyfriend
i see hell
my mothers best friend
everyday
day in and day out
i cant find anyway to shout
for so many years
i held my piece
i put up a wall
well that has all ceased
now my life(funny joke)
is a waking nightmare
this is just life
we all know thats not fair
Written by yourdarkboi
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Darksun82
Thought Provoker
Australia
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The walker bye

I am all that i am i can not be any more.
I have reached the borderline of myself and can not go any further.
 I am me allways .
The husband
The father
The creator
The writer
The outsideder looking in the man who sits quietly the one that walks bye.
I am a moment of †passing time to on lookers .
The friend that talks but never visits
But allways offers.
.................................................................

I used to disappear once and go in to the green woods and no one knew .
Walk of hours and go no were and for no reward.
The lover of a cup of tea in quiet places
And with a biscuit in hand.
Sit on the sand an be one with the waves and the air around me .
I well disapper again but into nothingness
And return †has me again †for ever and ever .....
Written by Darksun82
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