Submissions by Forcubanlinx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#horror
#scifi
#apocalypse
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
Domain of Decay
The pain is real,
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 8:36pm
14th Nov 2024 8:36pm
Left to Die
Aberration of the dark world
Limbs lost; the pearly white skeleton shows.
Flesh rots, disease spreads, sepsis grows.
Putrid life begins to wither away.
Flies abound; ripped victims lie in pain.
Agony of those who starve, and no one else.
Perpetual suffering until the end—
excruciating misery is all they felt.
While decaying stench rises,
the body and soul crumble.
Gore in sight makes the feeble tremble—
bodies hacked to death; Life exists no longer.
Bloodied scourge engulfs the air;
mutilation and pestilence, visual of sadistic...
Limbs lost; the pearly white skeleton shows.
Flesh rots, disease spreads, sepsis grows.
Putrid life begins to wither away.
Flies abound; ripped victims lie in pain.
Agony of those who starve, and no one else.
Perpetual suffering until the end—
excruciating misery is all they felt.
While decaying stench rises,
the body and soul crumble.
Gore in sight makes the feeble tremble—
bodies hacked to death; Life exists no longer.
Bloodied scourge engulfs the air;
mutilation and pestilence, visual of sadistic...
#dark
#death
#evil
#fear
#horror
107 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2024 6:10pm
12th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Fading into Silence
All throughout my skin,
can't scrub off the dirt.
My eyes grow weary;
don’t know if I’m still living.
My soul feels obsolete,
and others can’t perceive
if I’m still breathing.
The sun doesn't warm anymore.
Lies don’t feel the same, not like before.
Nothing is tangible, nothing to grasp,
no control, not past me, not past you.
The construct—a fiber entwined, bound with my existence.
If only it vanished and with it took
the weariness from my heart.
A far cry from my tenet,
living by absolutes, and death is a viable one.
can't scrub off the dirt.
My eyes grow weary;
don’t know if I’m still living.
My soul feels obsolete,
and others can’t perceive
if I’m still breathing.
The sun doesn't warm anymore.
Lies don’t feel the same, not like before.
Nothing is tangible, nothing to grasp,
no control, not past me, not past you.
The construct—a fiber entwined, bound with my existence.
If only it vanished and with it took
the weariness from my heart.
A far cry from my tenet,
living by absolutes, and death is a viable one.
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#suffering
#conflict
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2024 4:44pm
31st Oct 2024 4:44pm
Here I Go Again
How can I even laugh
When everything seems gray.
Why do you expect me to smile
When my world won't sway.
The coldness in my body
bears the burden of perpetual suffering.
Everything is strange.
A great peril, a calamity, such a fray
That my affection withers away
Though as is my virtue impartial,
Every secret is etched beneath my skin.
And there's an emptiness inside me;
That tore away the innocence and left only sins.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In the obscure, I must dolefully abide.
When everything seems gray.
Why do you expect me to smile
When my world won't sway.
The coldness in my body
bears the burden of perpetual suffering.
Everything is strange.
A great peril, a calamity, such a fray
That my affection withers away
Though as is my virtue impartial,
Every secret is etched beneath my skin.
And there's an emptiness inside me;
That tore away the innocence and left only sins.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In the obscure, I must dolefully abide.
#conflict
#emptiness
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
153 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2024 5:05am
27th Oct 2024 5:05am
Children of the Frosted Dark
A black star envelops the night;
Forsaken blood is the guiding light.
Hungry children roam the streets,
Seeking the all-mother to set them free.
Decaying murmurs haunt the peace
Where the frozen sleep.
Fallen soldiers drown in the bleakest pit;
In the shadows, the specter creeps.
The aberration feeds on tormented minds;
In the whispering annals, the iced souls don’t die.
Pallid, docile children, a coven of dark rites,
Echo the stillness, and yonder the flames,
Hoping for the Matron—the Keeper of the Abyss—
To not summon the...
Forsaken blood is the guiding light.
Hungry children roam the streets,
Seeking the all-mother to set them free.
Decaying murmurs haunt the peace
Where the frozen sleep.
Fallen soldiers drown in the bleakest pit;
In the shadows, the specter creeps.
The aberration feeds on tormented minds;
In the whispering annals, the iced souls don’t die.
Pallid, docile children, a coven of dark rites,
Echo the stillness, and yonder the flames,
Hoping for the Matron—the Keeper of the Abyss—
To not summon the...
#dark
#death
#horror
#monsters
#nightmares
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 3:35am
23rd Oct 2024 3:35am
Hidden in the Glance
I see it in the eyes;
I don't know if it's true.
Mustn't be too dumb—
I'm sure it could be you.
I've seen the glances, seen the smiles,
The quiet dance that our symphony makes.
There's something, something elusive yet divine,
A spark in our midst that takes control and blooms—
The same lunar hearts
That have powered the love of many, since time's own dawn.
I don't know if it's true.
Mustn't be too dumb—
I'm sure it could be you.
I've seen the glances, seen the smiles,
The quiet dance that our symphony makes.
There's something, something elusive yet divine,
A spark in our midst that takes control and blooms—
The same lunar hearts
That have powered the love of many, since time's own dawn.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#hope
#love
#romantic
188 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Oct 2024 5:15pm
15th Oct 2024 5:15pm
A Home Beneath the Waves
Deep...deep down where the light gets lost
in the perpetual void of eerie, trapped voices
the yearning laments fill the desolate space
of the kingdom that once was.
The moon, so bright and mighty through the night,
guides the cold, relentless stillness of time.
The mournful sky knows the place
of the legend that is lost and now lies asleep.
Deep...deep down, the thundering seas but awake in our cherished memories.
in the perpetual void of eerie, trapped voices
the yearning laments fill the desolate space
of the kingdom that once was.
The moon, so bright and mighty through the night,
guides the cold, relentless stillness of time.
The mournful sky knows the place
of the legend that is lost and now lies asleep.
Deep...deep down, the thundering seas but awake in our cherished memories.
#beauty
#memories
#mythology #TimeHeals
#mythology #TimeHeals
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2024 9:26pm
11th Oct 2024 9:26pm
Not For Me
Always sought it
a dreamer with a foolish hope
waited for so long,
tired, ready to give in
it came to others, except for me—
an unfulfilled dream
days grow longer and darker
such pity- dwelling in seclusion with so much to give
yet no one will see
the wonders, the glimmer, the passion, that will never be
it was never meant for me, I'm just a dreamer, nothing more
a dreamer with a foolish hope
waited for so long,
tired, ready to give in
it came to others, except for me—
an unfulfilled dream
days grow longer and darker
such pity- dwelling in seclusion with so much to give
yet no one will see
the wonders, the glimmer, the passion, that will never be
it was never meant for me, I'm just a dreamer, nothing more
#disappointment
#romantic
#sadness
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2024 6:36pm
10th Oct 2024 6:36pm
Elder one
Author of pain
being of the underground
nomad, lurker, great old one
ruler of madness and the unsound
darkness creeps' sinners abound
famine, pest, death - no warning signs
blackened eyes are the light that stares as you die
rotting corpses engulfs the land creating bloodied rivers of misery
the dementor controls the burning void where the dead are free to roam
wraith wanderers, dwellers of sadistic terror,
must heed the command of the knighted one,
scattered remnants of life
bound to the curse of the damned.
being of the underground
nomad, lurker, great old one
ruler of madness and the unsound
darkness creeps' sinners abound
famine, pest, death - no warning signs
blackened eyes are the light that stares as you die
rotting corpses engulfs the land creating bloodied rivers of misery
the dementor controls the burning void where the dead are free to roam
wraith wanderers, dwellers of sadistic terror,
must heed the command of the knighted one,
scattered remnants of life
bound to the curse of the damned.
#dark
#death
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