Submissions by J_Kyle (J Kyle)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i am a dark writer, i write about the desolated and the dead. i say to all who struggle: who told you that you are worthless, who told you that you are without hope and full of despair?
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2015 5:59am
11th Jan 2015 5:59am
Memory
She turns the key, unlocks the door
Trying not to creak the floor
If she is found to be home late
Blood and bruise will be her fate
Attempts to leave without a map-
No plan or goal makes her turns back
The house is filled with battered fear
A life of pain in sixteen years
Her father died when she was three
Consumed, he ran into a tree
He slept two weeks without a wake
Her mother took on his full plate
She took a job to pay the debts
It paid in cash and tipped regrets
A greater damage caused by men
She sniffed a line...
Trying not to creak the floor
If she is found to be home late
Blood and bruise will be her fate
Attempts to leave without a map-
No plan or goal makes her turns back
The house is filled with battered fear
A life of pain in sixteen years
Her father died when she was three
Consumed, he ran into a tree
He slept two weeks without a wake
Her mother took on his full plate
She took a job to pay the debts
It paid in cash and tipped regrets
A greater damage caused by men
She sniffed a line...
724 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2014 2:39pm
19th Mar 2014 2:39pm
Try Again
Every day I fail to be
A winner, victor- Woe is me,
I lay with comfort in the rain
I speak, I fall; I rise in shame
My actions bring forth great demise
My lying tongue’s false alibis,
I pray for strength yet fail to try
I cross my heart and gouge my eyes
The storm clouds pour upon my head
With thorns and rocks I make my bed,
Free me from these chains that bind-
The coldness stains upon my mind
I freeze in flames yet drown in fire
The bread I eat makes me grow tired,
I do not cry; I lack the tears
I cannot stand up to...
A winner, victor- Woe is me,
I lay with comfort in the rain
I speak, I fall; I rise in shame
My actions bring forth great demise
My lying tongue’s false alibis,
I pray for strength yet fail to try
I cross my heart and gouge my eyes
The storm clouds pour upon my head
With thorns and rocks I make my bed,
Free me from these chains that bind-
The coldness stains upon my mind
I freeze in flames yet drown in fire
The bread I eat makes me grow tired,
I do not cry; I lack the tears
I cannot stand up to...
971 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 4:20pm
28th Feb 2014 4:20pm
This is Not Your Home
Rise up, my child, you are not alone
These broken walls and blood stains, they are not your home
Yesterday lies in the waste; today you lost your mind
The grieving voices follow, creeping from behind
This is not your home, we are preparing for the next
A life of pain and agony, a struggle for each breath
A fear of what you’ll find when you look into the mirror
The water may seem murky, in a few days it will clear
With haste we end our fate; a noose, a gun, a blade
With actions made upon oneself, these cannot be changed
This is not your home,...
These broken walls and blood stains, they are not your home
Yesterday lies in the waste; today you lost your mind
The grieving voices follow, creeping from behind
This is not your home, we are preparing for the next
A life of pain and agony, a struggle for each breath
A fear of what you’ll find when you look into the mirror
The water may seem murky, in a few days it will clear
With haste we end our fate; a noose, a gun, a blade
With actions made upon oneself, these cannot be changed
This is not your home,...
843 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 3:59pm
28th Feb 2014 3:59pm
Curse
Church bells tolled- while children sang-
While one man’s life is brought to shame
He failed to see the hands and feet,
While Innocence did cross the street
A drink or two he fed his frame
While all along the children sang
Across the yard there stood a bar
A church and booze, just steps apart
He’d been in trouble once before
And to the Judge he stood and swore
He crossed his heart and hoped to die
That he would never drink and drive
A year or two he kept that vow
Then the beast began to howl
Succumbed to poison drink once...
While one man’s life is brought to shame
He failed to see the hands and feet,
While Innocence did cross the street
A drink or two he fed his frame
While all along the children sang
Across the yard there stood a bar
A church and booze, just steps apart
He’d been in trouble once before
And to the Judge he stood and swore
He crossed his heart and hoped to die
That he would never drink and drive
A year or two he kept that vow
Then the beast began to howl
Succumbed to poison drink once...
736 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 2:26pm
19th Feb 2014 2:26pm
Dirt
An ode to Layne Staley
Angelically sinister
The voice of the songs involving beautiful death
Freedom from the chains that “held you stagnant”
In your departure-
You placed the blanket over my angry child
Indeed, strength existed within your core
Phenomenally disastrous
Longing for love while desiring acceptance
A world you were but blind you saw
In your existence-
Unwillingly advocating, a voice of abuse
The burning consumed you while you drowned
Reigning sand
Without the dirt rare flowers will not bloom
The world on...
Angelically sinister
The voice of the songs involving beautiful death
Freedom from the chains that “held you stagnant”
In your departure-
You placed the blanket over my angry child
Indeed, strength existed within your core
Phenomenally disastrous
Longing for love while desiring acceptance
A world you were but blind you saw
In your existence-
Unwillingly advocating, a voice of abuse
The burning consumed you while you drowned
Reigning sand
Without the dirt rare flowers will not bloom
The world on...
734 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 5:29pm
13th Feb 2014 5:29pm
Twenty Four
In twenty four seconds a life is erased
Two arms and two legs and a nose on a face
A beating heart ceased, bright eyes cannot see
Their newly formed lungs will not let them breathe
Thirty six hundred to daily dispose
Seventy two thousand fingers and toes
Who gave us charge to value their life-
As worthless, imperfect, a burden, a strife?
One point two million, each year become none
Daughters and fathers, mothers and sons
Nameless they are as they are thrown away
Never will they feel the warmth of the day
Such greed that exists for...
Two arms and two legs and a nose on a face
A beating heart ceased, bright eyes cannot see
Their newly formed lungs will not let them breathe
Thirty six hundred to daily dispose
Seventy two thousand fingers and toes
Who gave us charge to value their life-
As worthless, imperfect, a burden, a strife?
One point two million, each year become none
Daughters and fathers, mothers and sons
Nameless they are as they are thrown away
Never will they feel the warmth of the day
Such greed that exists for...
894 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 3:31pm
12th Feb 2014 3:31pm
The Poet's Burden
Rejection can come in various ways
From under the bed, a slap to the face
A note that is read, a rumor well-spread
A refusing denial that starts in your head
No matter the depths or the course of your words
Ears that are hard will not let them be heard
Who is the one who will deem them of worth?
A poet, alone, cannot lift their curse
A burden it is, to carry this weight
Telling a story and writing its fate
Appealing a crowd while asking for alms
Struggling to feed while penning a psalm
The market collapsed and all left are gone...
From under the bed, a slap to the face
A note that is read, a rumor well-spread
A refusing denial that starts in your head
No matter the depths or the course of your words
Ears that are hard will not let them be heard
Who is the one who will deem them of worth?
A poet, alone, cannot lift their curse
A burden it is, to carry this weight
Telling a story and writing its fate
Appealing a crowd while asking for alms
Struggling to feed while penning a psalm
The market collapsed and all left are gone...
1022 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 3:23pm
7th Feb 2014 3:23pm
The Weeping of Three
A fragile, dear soul slips into his grave
The soft sounding siren has swept him away
As waves to a beach or a shell to the sand
The items beneath are now part of the land
After his shift, the father of three
Was traveling home and was picking up speed
The sun masked the ice as he tipped back his flask
The wall that he hit made him fly through the glass
The news reached the ears while they waited at home
Half-grown, now confused from the words on the phone
The eldest, sixteen, sat her two sisters down
One year to the day when their mother...
The soft sounding siren has swept him away
As waves to a beach or a shell to the sand
The items beneath are now part of the land
After his shift, the father of three
Was traveling home and was picking up speed
The sun masked the ice as he tipped back his flask
The wall that he hit made him fly through the glass
The news reached the ears while they waited at home
Half-grown, now confused from the words on the phone
The eldest, sixteen, sat her two sisters down
One year to the day when their mother...
808 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 8:39pm
6th Feb 2014 8:39pm
When We Forget
For all those moments when we forget what actually upset us
A ticking clock that tracks the time
Retelling grief, enlarging lies
As light does slip far from your eyes
You soon forget the details
The blood and tears do constant fall
A forlorn home with frozen walls
The fractured knees will not stand tall
The facts precede the entrails
What were the words that you did hear?
Who had the tongue that pierced the ear?
A fragile soul gives in to fear
Constant thought...
A ticking clock that tracks the time
Retelling grief, enlarging lies
As light does slip far from your eyes
You soon forget the details
The blood and tears do constant fall
A forlorn home with frozen walls
The fractured knees will not stand tall
The facts precede the entrails
What were the words that you did hear?
Who had the tongue that pierced the ear?
A fragile soul gives in to fear
Constant thought...
804 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2014 3:11am
2nd Feb 2014 3:11am
A Landfill's Bloom
Trapped in a fight, Forgiveness vs. Sin
The light cannot shine if you won’t let it in
A world full of grief, decay and demise
A hollowing soul emits pain in your eyes
Your family and friends have all left you again
A life of despair to which there is no end
A darkness is coming, a terrible storm
Yet, without the rain we cannot be reborn
With mortar and stone you proceed with a wall
The lightning that strikes will not let you stand tall
With Innocent’s death there is nothing else left
A pile of bones is where you choose to rest
An...
The light cannot shine if you won’t let it in
A world full of grief, decay and demise
A hollowing soul emits pain in your eyes
Your family and friends have all left you again
A life of despair to which there is no end
A darkness is coming, a terrible storm
Yet, without the rain we cannot be reborn
With mortar and stone you proceed with a wall
The lightning that strikes will not let you stand tall
With Innocent’s death there is nothing else left
A pile of bones is where you choose to rest
An...
972 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 9:34pm
31st Jan 2014 9:34pm
Bring on the Rain
i think wisdom comes from simplicity and disregard of society's standards, leaving behind name brands and loosing the walls that keep one sheltered from the weather this world brings
i say:
"bring on the rain
for the rain will indeed bring sun
without the sun we will not grow
without the rain we will surely wither
the storms and the chaos are what bring us to bloom"
i say:
"bring on the rain
for the rain will indeed bring sun
without the sun we will not grow
without the rain we will surely wither
the storms and the chaos are what bring us to bloom"
798 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 3:14am
28th Jan 2014 3:14am
I Have A Friend
I have a friend who sleeps in a grave
He took the road that once I had paved
He fell asleep and his heart failed to beat
Oh, how I wish he’d stayed off of that street
The dope that he bought, he had done it before
With each slam he put a fresh crack in his door
The hinge became loosed and the walls did wear thin
I even recall my last meeting with him
He had a pain and a void in his soul
He heard the voices, they took his control
His ashes I have in a frame by my bed
He’ll never have children, he’ll never be wed
It’s been seven...
He took the road that once I had paved
He fell asleep and his heart failed to beat
Oh, how I wish he’d stayed off of that street
The dope that he bought, he had done it before
With each slam he put a fresh crack in his door
The hinge became loosed and the walls did wear thin
I even recall my last meeting with him
He had a pain and a void in his soul
He heard the voices, they took his control
His ashes I have in a frame by my bed
He’ll never have children, he’ll never be wed
It’s been seven...
811 reads
8 Comments
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