Submissions by Burning_Crow88
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write dark poetry and I try to show the dark side of humanity.
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jul 2018 7:31pm
16th Jul 2018 7:31pm
Distant reality
You look above but your eyes are shut,
Sliding away, you looked away, you seek a lost reality, a distant plain,
You look above but you are lost, the moon will not speak, she just sits still,
A distant plain, it has no essence, you have no escape, your eyes are lurking to her still,
She will not speak, you have no escape, you press your thumbs into your eyes, no longer can you see, but maybe now you can listen
Sliding away, you looked away, you seek a lost reality, a distant plain,
You look above but you are lost, the moon will not speak, she just sits still,
A distant plain, it has no essence, you have no escape, your eyes are lurking to her still,
She will not speak, you have no escape, you press your thumbs into your eyes, no longer can you see, but maybe now you can listen
#gothic
#spiritual
568 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2018 10:36pm
14th Jul 2018 10:36pm
Freezing Spirit
She stands in suspended animation, frost devours everything she touches, nature's way of haunting the ground,
The moon illuminates her like mist floating in the sun, she stairs at your soul, judging your last breath,
She has the vision of winter freezing your insides, you feel her cold whisper stab your ear like an ice pick, she tells you
" you will feel the cold death of winter that they gave to me"
She touches your flesh and you slowly turn to frost and become one with the ground.
The moon illuminates her like mist floating in the sun, she stairs at your soul, judging your last breath,
She has the vision of winter freezing your insides, you feel her cold whisper stab your ear like an ice pick, she tells you
" you will feel the cold death of winter that they gave to me"
She touches your flesh and you slowly turn to frost and become one with the ground.
#dark
#nature
671 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th May 2018 8:36pm
30th May 2018 8:36pm
Pity nightmares
She's not even real yet but I hear her voice from the corner of my room, I imagen her contortions distorting my vision, such a blissful idea, her tounge dripping with venom, she strokes my face and licks my exit wound, such lovely thoughts but she's not even real yet.
#dark
#nightmares
560 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2018 10:45pm
29th May 2018 10:45pm
Transfixed
You shadow is like cigerate ash on my back, your words are just another reptile regrowing it's limb, I'm transfixed on your letter to the morgue, there's nothing that can bring first light back.
#anxiety
#dark
575 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2018 10:36pm
28th May 2018 10:36pm
Gravity of hell/Prawny Nihilzem
#death
#LifeStruggles
554 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2018 7:17pm
25th May 2018 7:17pm
Caring is killing
The strange colour in your eyes, makes me feel like you suck my soul right out of my body,
I'm left lifeless impaled with agony, looking for a new traitor with granulated emotion, a new transmission of simulated life,
Crafting a serpent from brittle bone like fingers to hold around my throat and slither your sweet twisted words into my ears,
Caring is killing, in the life of a hole with no exit, taking a fresh look it only gets deeper without meaning, never looking back, it still just feels like I'm fossilized in the ground, constantly on rewind,
...
I'm left lifeless impaled with agony, looking for a new traitor with granulated emotion, a new transmission of simulated life,
Crafting a serpent from brittle bone like fingers to hold around my throat and slither your sweet twisted words into my ears,
Caring is killing, in the life of a hole with no exit, taking a fresh look it only gets deeper without meaning, never looking back, it still just feels like I'm fossilized in the ground, constantly on rewind,
...
#hate
#dark
#confusion #emptiness
#confusion #emptiness
525 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2018 10:53pm
28th Apr 2018 10:53pm
Psychosis
Succumbed to a frail entity, catabolic feeling of impending doom, no rest for these blood shot eye's, breathing wall's snarl, days blur into one, shadows writhe across the floor, voices scream all at once,
No sense to make any sense of, bewildering sensation of losing control
I have lost my grip, but I no longer have fear, hell is were I grow but what am I to become? I no longer feel like I am a prisoner but a darkness that is to be set free, they say that we are all just a victim of circumstance, I will break through to your world and you will see.
No sense to make any sense of, bewildering sensation of losing control
I have lost my grip, but I no longer have fear, hell is were I grow but what am I to become? I no longer feel like I am a prisoner but a darkness that is to be set free, they say that we are all just a victim of circumstance, I will break through to your world and you will see.
#anxiety
#dark
588 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2018 10:34pm
28th Apr 2018 10:34pm
This is living
Lurking parasites breed dirt into my soul
Looking back I was a willing host
Dreams rotate from reality to memory
Never hope, lost the thread, it's no good
I am a disease dressed as a cure, your vaccination for life, Blessed are the sick
In the mouth of a liar, a liars scars painted as a smile, presented in an alternating voice depending the victem
Manipulation leading to a complete devouring of all emotion, flesh and any Sence of being, justification is just my parasitic infestation, the only truth and purpose, no need for denile, this is living ...
Looking back I was a willing host
Dreams rotate from reality to memory
Never hope, lost the thread, it's no good
I am a disease dressed as a cure, your vaccination for life, Blessed are the sick
In the mouth of a liar, a liars scars painted as a smile, presented in an alternating voice depending the victem
Manipulation leading to a complete devouring of all emotion, flesh and any Sence of being, justification is just my parasitic infestation, the only truth and purpose, no need for denile, this is living ...
#dark
#evil
558 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2018 9:31pm
14th Apr 2018 9:31pm
Switch
Auditory hallucinations or is it instructions planted into my brain?
I live in a vortex that's not even suitable for the insane,
I'm just a puppet for these words you whisper into my mind, turn the switch and I will deilver your new skin
Eating the remains while you plaster yourself in your second hand flesh, your just lost in your rotting dead skin.
You switch your face everyday although you always look the same, I chew on the mess while your just playing games.
You only speak to me in white noise, "bury the bones after you eat the...
I live in a vortex that's not even suitable for the insane,
I'm just a puppet for these words you whisper into my mind, turn the switch and I will deilver your new skin
Eating the remains while you plaster yourself in your second hand flesh, your just lost in your rotting dead skin.
You switch your face everyday although you always look the same, I chew on the mess while your just playing games.
You only speak to me in white noise, "bury the bones after you eat the...
#murder
#death
#evil
547 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2018 4:07pm
10th Mar 2018 4:07pm
Malice in vulgerland
Suffercating world, dreams liquefied into the rotted core, dried cracking skin, deformed melting into the scorching ground, the metallic light rusts in impurity, blinding the crippling mind,
Having to reach out to an untrustworthy cause, manufactured smiles look upon decaying trees, hoping for a force fed miracle, their vision is broken as it is bent, like a bird with crippled wings,
Hungry for a vision, that will cremate the house of broken lords
Wishing for our end, creatures of pure identities
Uninspired words from malice in vulgerland
Having to reach out to an untrustworthy cause, manufactured smiles look upon decaying trees, hoping for a force fed miracle, their vision is broken as it is bent, like a bird with crippled wings,
Hungry for a vision, that will cremate the house of broken lords
Wishing for our end, creatures of pure identities
Uninspired words from malice in vulgerland
#dark
595 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 8:30pm
8th Mar 2018 8:30pm
Love is love
Crosses left burnt into her torso
Staring at her disfigured pieces
I wait for the flies to lay their larvae
So pretty in her decomposition
So warming in her cold stiff posture
Love is love until it's a synthetic fixation
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
I take the knife and realise the ash from my throat
Love is love. ...
Staring at her disfigured pieces
I wait for the flies to lay their larvae
So pretty in her decomposition
So warming in her cold stiff posture
Love is love until it's a synthetic fixation
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
I take the knife and realise the ash from my throat
Love is love. ...
#dark
#death
#evil
727 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2018 11:05am
2nd Mar 2018 11:05am
Burning The Cradle Into The Grave
Your eyes don't ever fit, we might as well just lay down in a ditch, separate wounds from the same falked tounge, blood boiling crimson red, licking the salt from the wound, justice is flawed
Your burning the cradle into the grave, silently blessed with a poisoned chalice, whispering the light away, heavenly hell in your case, living the dream
Breading separate crystals, hunger watched them corrode, the wind took your paper army, rats fell from the tower block, talking of slithering gristle your lost in your own words.
Your burning the cradle into the grave,...
Your burning the cradle into the grave, silently blessed with a poisoned chalice, whispering the light away, heavenly hell in your case, living the dream
Breading separate crystals, hunger watched them corrode, the wind took your paper army, rats fell from the tower block, talking of slithering gristle your lost in your own words.
Your burning the cradle into the grave,...
#anxiety
#dark
640 reads
7 Comments
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