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Show us your darkness

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Poetry Contest

Only new dark poems about the trials and injustices of life. Two poems max per poet.
All styles accepted. Spoken word is preferable but not mandatory. One week. Only new dark poems about the trials and injustices of life. Put your souls out raw.

Dangerous Mind
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Bleed With Me

Two demons found each other  
parasites upon our auras  
Yours found the worst in me
or was it - a conspiracy?
I'd never hurt you
Despite this truth  
when we're together  
we bleed these days  
as much as ever
It's not you that triggers me
I'm sure I'm not attacking you...
Yet funny little words like bees
sting our souls with great malease
Worst of all the two of us
will never see it coming  
Yet I insist we take the risk
Come here
and bleed with me
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Dangerous Mind
United States
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The Darkness

 It's nearing that time of year again, when the darkness returns.This is that time of winter, a time of feeding, and everyone is getting hungry. This is the time when people go missing in order to put a meal on the table. The weaker are usually the prime targets, but doors must be barred if you have children. The hunger has no bias to age, sex, or relation, meat roasting on the spit is meat on the spit. There is fear starting to show on the face of some of the weaker. But there are certain ones that know they will be spared, healer must be kept, along with the spiritual ones. The good gatherer are a necessity and in the early stages of the darkness, they fend off the hunger for every one. But things are getting scare and belly are going empty. It gets awfully hard to sleep when  in the middle of the night your stomach wont be silent. Babies can be heard crying for lack of sustenance.
†. † † I hear the noises and I'm tuned into the nature of the darkness. This will be the first year that they may attempt to take me, and if they do I wont be mad. I have feasted a many winters, even when things were the scarcest. The feasting of me will allow others to continue, but many will die in this endeavor. I have plans for meat roasting on my spit and hanging from my rafters. This winter all ties have been severed, until the light returns. There are those that know of my prowess, the many solo adventures, that hung meat from my rafters † The frozen waters will fall from the sky soon, all signs says that there will be much, this will work to my advantage. All weapons have been sharpen and restrung, the dogs are trained and they also look forward to the darkness.So for now we sit and silently wait in anticipation, waiting until the hunger either drives us out or they come for me. †
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Dangerous Mind
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We in our community's
we don't really
give a shit
about the kids
about the grooming
about the rapes
about the beatings
that they take
speaking pious words
is it not
such a shame
convincing yourself
it's the police
their to blame
when you hear
about  children
in our community's
who have died
in unbelievable
fear and pain
we don't really
give a shit
about what happened
to kids
off our streets
human rights
for the ones
who done the deed
group hug
a little cry
back to the tv

Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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My Demon

This demon in me  
Is no dormant creature  
If it exists at all  
Then he lives through whispers  
Like secret messages  
Tapped over the airwaves  
The words pulse  
Straight to my brain  
He knows my weakness  
Constant reminders of failure  
Thereís no peaceful retreat  
From the mental assault  
In nightmares  
I see the glint in red eyes  
The glint of cold hard steel
About to slice skin  
Iím sure if I bled  
That would never be enough  
A slow torturous death  
His only satisfaction  
Iím the number he calls  
Promising relief from the noise  
A broken joker  
He feds his lies to  
Needs my pain  
Wants me to beg  
Crawl for mercy  
His game his rules  
Just the puppet  
To his sick fantasy  
A blackened soul  
Who loves misery
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Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom
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My Dark

Between the stars
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name

THIS is what I am

Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
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Thought Provoker
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Demons swimming  
But i hide them well  
Put on my happy face
As i go into the world  
Look at me
Everything's great i tell them  
Even though  
Deep inside i know its not  
What they don't see is me  
The 3 hours it took to tell myself its okay  
You'll be fine  
They are going to be waiting for you again  
If you don't just  
Why is it so hard †
To put on this costume of joy and happiness  
Why can't i believe what others do  
Why can't i see what other's see  
Because what they believe is what I lead them to see  
Because what they see is what I want them to believe  
It's the me i want to be deep inside  
But I just can't seem to find the way to get there  
There is no f@#king map  
No GPS hollering to turn right in 1/2 mile  
I am at a constant fork in the road  
Taking the wrong way each time  
Hoping it is going to get lighter as I travel  
But it Never Does  
You See the two paths does not equal a 50% chance of choosing the right one  
It does not work that way with me  
For me its always 50-50-90  
If there is a 50% Chance to choose the right path  
and 50% chance to choose the wrong one  
I always have a 90% chance to choose the wrong one  
But this is what keeps me going  
That little tiny 10%  
You see there is a chance  
That someday  
Somewhere †
I will pick the right one  
My darkness will fade slowly to light and I can face the world feeling the way they see me  
That's what its all about right?  
that tiny chance  
is still a chance  
its what i got  
but until then i have my costume  
and a 10% chance to make it
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Fire of Insight
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Dangerous Mind
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Bad Boyfriends Need Bad Girls

(To be a stupid Cupid for single Diplo and Sia)
You don't know me
but I'm on LSD
I don't know your  
or if you two are  
meant to be
Pardon me,
this bad poetry
needs to be †
strongly filth † †  
† † †
See we have † † †
some bad, bad † †  
sad boyfriends † † †
† † †
Boys who can't † † †
get simple † † †
geometry † †  
off their steamy † †  
big head brains † †  
† † †
Not even for a good girl † †  
who needs a good lover † †  
Keeping his mental † †  
noodles to himself † † †
† † †
Silly babies † †  
you don't have rabies!† † †
† †
(You just need help, † †  
Overactive Plumbers) †  
† † †
Bad bitches know † †  
they don't want † †  
good boys to chase † † †
† † †
shoving them † † †
into shallow graves † †  
under their blankets † †  
† † †
We wanna save † † †
all that fine naughty † †  
for the learning boys † †  
† † †
The ones down on knees † † †
who know when to say sorry † †  
† † †
It's those gentle † † †
barbarian † †  
lover bees † †  
† † †
So come on † † †
bad bad boys † †  
† † †
Don't just be alone † †  
...hear me † †  
† † †
You won't be sorry
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Twisted Dreamer
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Too Late Suicide

I slit both wrists
and pray to God I drain slowly.
feel every vein in me
pump blood out of my body.
No fight left in me,
No reason to be,
So this is my last story.
I sit here,
legs stretched out in front of me
thinking of what life should be.
I'll use this forum of DU Poetry
To leave a piece of me.

I feel okay,
Just numb around wrist and the thumb.
My hearts beating a little fast
but nothing to be alarmed.

I've tried and failed and failed and tried, failed again
I'm just tired....
life hasn't been that good to me i must admit
It's gotten the best of me.

My head's feeling a little dizzy,
bare with me.

thoughts of all the things i should do instead of this,
Fuck my wrists hurt.

I took a minute to read
DUP's inspiring poems
and I must admit I'm inspired.

God, I feel so weak right now.

I've had a change of mind
I want to live
I want to try and see how best to turn my life around.
My eyes are shutting down.

IF yOu ArE rEaDinG tHiS nOw Just KnoW ThAt I
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Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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What rules?

Tired of fat people
claiming life to be empty
writing about psychos in the world
yet inevitable that their gonna come across weird to me
Donít exclude myself from the statement
when I pen, that Iíve really just typed
Iíve been on DU for years
and itís best not to take anyone here too seriously
But wonít at all feel sorry for some passing
because Iíd throw a live grenade in the hearse
All over not being able to really focus on abusive people
and feed them a bigger turd
Iíve had narcissists try and paint a certain picture of me
then regrouped with their clique
claiming to be innocent all because of not receiving Love they think they deserve
so itís creating drama
from people denying facts still
itís like not even trying to rap against me
when they poked fun
remaining in that landfill
Guess they were snorting that cocaine
and came across overly confident
To feel that anger when I smiled, stuck a middle finger up
and laughed when a free verse
was wrote begging others to get rid of this cocky cunt
But maybe I never gave as good as I got
because theyíve fake people they write about
being there telling them they did good
like a little girl
Is this not manning the fuck up?
Sorry to offend a prick
but 3 people are all I have in this world
Whereís the problem
if their-self know theyíre writing crap for sure?
Must not want to be reminded
and shouldnít poke fun at someone with amnesia
Itís not me, so meet yourself and laugh some more

Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
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For Godís sake

I canít make an appointment at the doctors
people who live close by in walking distance
are jamming the lines
A womanís intuition to complain about Global Warming in the street
while driving around the corner to the shop
so I laughed and she never managed to hit that curb
Whatís good or bad? Not only that Ricky gives
so much confusion but if you know his an asshole
send him a titty pic
Should really have only been pissed off at myself
especially seeing something funny online
to spitting my last cigarette out on a wet pavement
How can some say I donít care about my country?
Iíd have put Princess Dianaís views into practice
while urging pussy suicide bombers to make it up over the fence
and towards Buckingham Palace
Weíve many alcoholics due to cliches
like needing it to be honest
and isnít smoking weed supposed to mask oneís true feelings?
But thatís making me more relaxed
than unreliable humans who claim to have my back
Donít think this is, loud itís written?
Some gangsters claim to be rare
more like fuck off and theyíre paying to stay out of prison
Iíll take whatever punishment is coming
because I canít just do
what is being asked of me
BeLIEve, a Nazi hasnít got me in a hot seat

Fire of Insight
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Fire of Insight
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Scroll in the Vatican archives

They call it a school run yet parents walk
outside the gates, theyíre there to talk
Twisted stuff about Ricky being the best
like he canít help but write
and it keeps some depressed
But how, when heís corny as fuck
and heíd have stopped
if theyíd have not bored him some what
Saw themselves in that thought, yeah we bop
Pea brain to think Iím Freddy
just an onlooker that does doubt his whirlpool
so youíre Jason still unsteady seeing no end of paths, success signs
but continue to go round in circles
Donít waste time with a finger under a cold tap
fuck her with an ice lolly
Once in a supermarket
voice in my head asked to hold back
an ignorant woman claiming first my trolley
Who keeps a check on the tax man
is he paying his bills?
Charging people every day for not topping up on a meter
a comet should have came in and killed
Companies finding ways to keep people poorer
tell people who work at the job centre
theyíve lost the plot
and donít look down on those who claim
otherwise theyíd not have one
more to the point, donít help anyway
and need a proper job
To see all that Allah created
youíd never see a Muslim astronaut
and the world can quit debating
Iím a poet, and Iíll be back for sure

(Last one)

Thought Provoker
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Ken and Barbie

Right wing    
Big Ben †
Reminds us all † †
To worship the fool †  
Big money † †
Dollar, euro, pound † †
Keep the capitalist churches † †
Selling † †
Smiley faced † †
Sugar sweet † †
Backlit and
Promiser of
Dreams fulfilled
Separate yourself † †
From the last wilderness † †
Slave labor clad † †
In grey and † †
Black † †
Like our souls † †
Colourless and † †
Cultureless † †
Deleted by † †
The Man † †
Covet and consume † †
Follow the trend herds † †
Mooing in pop star † †
Plastic adoration † †
As deep as a foil ashtray † †
Scrunched up and † †
Thrown away † †
Trash can thoughts † †
Empty and † †
Ever elusive † †
Chasing the self indulgence † †
Time replaced by † †
A screen † †
Did you ever teach them about † †
Butterflies? † †
Too busy to imagine † †
Competing with your Facebook † †
"friends" † †
It's a fulltime job † †
It's become more real to you † †
Than the real world † †
You big bovine † †
†† †
Following each other † †
To the slaughter house † †
Taking selfies as you go † †
Tweeting and † †
Retweeting † †
† †  
Goodbye to authenticity † †
You're just a copy † †
Rebranded † †
And sold off cheap † †
To the highest bidder † †
† †  
A pallet load of † †
Knock-off goods † †
Data † †
Lost in the centre † †
Of your own awesomeness † †
Puking up the same love songs † †
Frozen faced † †
Mannequins † †
† †  
Ken and Barbies † †  
Just like † †
The Man † †
Planned. † †
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