Submissions by No1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2012 2:26am
15th Aug 2012 2:26am
Waiting for the dawn
In your heart you know
that the sun will never
rise.
That this cold and dark
night is all there will
ever be for you.
You stare at the black
sky and wish that dawn
would break.
If you could die again
you would only to see
the sunrise one last
time.
that the sun will never
rise.
That this cold and dark
night is all there will
ever be for you.
You stare at the black
sky and wish that dawn
would break.
If you could die again
you would only to see
the sunrise one last
time.
890 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 4:43am
13th Aug 2012 4:43am
Murderous desire
The raging beast is not unchained.
All the wicked inside my brain.
Keeping the chaos under leash,
the horror is yet unreleased.
When provoked for any reason,
it could start the killing season.
Trying to stop the wicked flood,
the horrid thirst for spilling blood.
Perhaps some murder isn't bad?
To kill a little and be less sad.
All the wicked inside my brain.
Keeping the chaos under leash,
the horror is yet unreleased.
When provoked for any reason,
it could start the killing season.
Trying to stop the wicked flood,
the horrid thirst for spilling blood.
Perhaps some murder isn't bad?
To kill a little and be less sad.
802 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 3:34am
13th Aug 2012 3:34am
Cthonic ascension
Sacred vows remain unbroken.
Secret words are never spoken.
We who hide within your world,
seldom seen and never heard.
Though we wield a godlike power
in hiding we await the hour.
The hour when we rise once more
breaking through the hidden door.
Like a stream we'll ascend to earth
she who spawned us, giving birth.
We are many. We are strong.
Don't oppose us. Sing our song!
Secret words are never spoken.
We who hide within your world,
seldom seen and never heard.
Though we wield a godlike power
in hiding we await the hour.
The hour when we rise once more
breaking through the hidden door.
Like a stream we'll ascend to earth
she who spawned us, giving birth.
We are many. We are strong.
Don't oppose us. Sing our song!
744 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 5:14am
1st Aug 2012 5:14am
Liquid chrome
All chrome like silvery drops
of liquid metal dripping from
the ceiling. All the white and
the black reflected in these
drops that fall in slow motion.
Looking closely you see your
face in every one of these tiny
drops that rain oh so slowly.
In a moment of clarity you
realize that all of these drops
are you and that this room is
the universe.
of liquid metal dripping from
the ceiling. All the white and
the black reflected in these
drops that fall in slow motion.
Looking closely you see your
face in every one of these tiny
drops that rain oh so slowly.
In a moment of clarity you
realize that all of these drops
are you and that this room is
the universe.
709 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 4:13am
1st Aug 2012 4:13am
Last stand
Mad screams of heartless joy
echo in the dark of night.
Wails of agonizing pain ended
abruptly by most brutal force.
You stand and listen as the
monsters slowly approach.
In this last stand of yours you
intend to fight until the end.
"Better to die," you think
"than to become as they".
echo in the dark of night.
Wails of agonizing pain ended
abruptly by most brutal force.
You stand and listen as the
monsters slowly approach.
In this last stand of yours you
intend to fight until the end.
"Better to die," you think
"than to become as they".
731 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 4:27am
31st Jul 2012 4:27am
Become as Nothing
Staring at nothing you become
as nothing. All empty inside a vast
hollowness that feeds on light.
Yet the warmth of human emotion
warms the chilly heart. Lustful urges
evoking memories of your living
past. Being human is so easy to
fake that you have fooled yourself.
as nothing. All empty inside a vast
hollowness that feeds on light.
Yet the warmth of human emotion
warms the chilly heart. Lustful urges
evoking memories of your living
past. Being human is so easy to
fake that you have fooled yourself.
675 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 3:44am
31st Jul 2012 3:44am
Grey emotions
Chaos incarnated in human form
A formless rage without passion.
A life of emptyness devoid of joy.
The greyishness of dulled emotion
becomes a catalyst for violence.
Taking another life is nothing
that generates a real response.
Still the search goes on...
Indulging in every wicked vice,
all the sins known to man.
A tiny spark, glimmer of something
swallowed by the nothingness.
A formless rage without passion.
A life of emptyness devoid of joy.
The greyishness of dulled emotion
becomes a catalyst for violence.
Taking another life is nothing
that generates a real response.
Still the search goes on...
Indulging in every wicked vice,
all the sins known to man.
A tiny spark, glimmer of something
swallowed by the nothingness.
668 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 3:20am
25th Jul 2012 3:20am
Twilight
My secret love
hidden in reality.
In the light after
sunset and the
glow before dawn.
I long so much
to be alone with
my love. To behold
the splendid glory
of the dawn.
The painful longing
and the bittersweet
realization that light
is not for me.
hidden in reality.
In the light after
sunset and the
glow before dawn.
I long so much
to be alone with
my love. To behold
the splendid glory
of the dawn.
The painful longing
and the bittersweet
realization that light
is not for me.
707 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 2:59am
18th Jul 2012 2:59am
Son of darkness
I am the evil inside you.
All that is unclean, sick
and twisted you got from
me.
I am the joy you feel
when you hurt and kill.
The mortal sickness
of a depraved soul.
The smell of rotting
carcasses is like sweet
perfume to you. Feeding
on death like the worms
of the earth.
No depravity is too great
for you. Inflicting pain and
suffering, your only joy.
You are evil incarnate,
and I made you.
All that is unclean, sick
and twisted you got from
me.
I am the joy you feel
when you hurt and kill.
The mortal sickness
of a depraved soul.
The smell of rotting
carcasses is like sweet
perfume to you. Feeding
on death like the worms
of the earth.
No depravity is too great
for you. Inflicting pain and
suffering, your only joy.
You are evil incarnate,
and I made you.
677 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 1:49am
18th Jul 2012 1:49am
Fear
hold your wicked tongue
Fear, living me
dying me
With cold hands
Twisting my heart
And tearing my spirit.
Hiding underneath
its cloak
beatiful star
Appearing like
horrible lament
Fear, living me
dying me
With cold hands
Twisting my heart
And tearing my spirit.
Hiding underneath
its cloak
beatiful star
Appearing like
horrible lament
817 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 7:36pm
26th Jun 2012 7:36pm
Profane me
I.
I am vast.
I am without beginning
or end.
I contain all things,
yet I am nothing.
Look into the mirror
and you shall see me.
II.
Destroy the Universe,
or let it be reborn.
It matters not to me.
Pluck my stars from
the heavens and
rape me.
I don't care.
Profane me in my
Secret Church that is
Everything.
But do not
Do not call my Name,
since I am no more
I am vast.
I am without beginning
or end.
I contain all things,
yet I am nothing.
Look into the mirror
and you shall see me.
II.
Destroy the Universe,
or let it be reborn.
It matters not to me.
Pluck my stars from
the heavens and
rape me.
I don't care.
Profane me in my
Secret Church that is
Everything.
But do not
Do not call my Name,
since I am no more
858 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 5:35am
26th Jun 2012 5:35am
Alchemy
To join fire with ice
and light with dark.
They are the same.
To create and destroy
as the serpent bites
its tail.
The end of You is
the end of the Universe.
Perfect annihilation
until "I" is no more.
But little I is afraid.
It cries and it rages
until death and beyond.
For countless incarnations
you have fought and lost.
Fought and won. In the end
you will be gone.
and light with dark.
They are the same.
To create and destroy
as the serpent bites
its tail.
The end of You is
the end of the Universe.
Perfect annihilation
until "I" is no more.
But little I is afraid.
It cries and it rages
until death and beyond.
For countless incarnations
you have fought and lost.
Fought and won. In the end
you will be gone.
772 reads
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