Submissions by darkmatter (hmm)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Dark and Lustful
DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2010 11:56am
4th Dec 2010 11:56am
Your god?
Your god is great and good.
Slaughtering millions of women and children.
Handing out death sentences to any opposers.
The sword your mighty vengence.
Blood and tears shed through the years.
Worshipping with fear.
Molesting the defenceless.
Your god so great and good.
Brainwashed followers giving out their money.
For promises of milk and honey.
Paying for happiness and solitude.
For keping your name in the book.
Holding you back from any enjoyment.
Laughing they watch you.
Your god so great and so good.
Tell your sins to a man....
Slaughtering millions of women and children.
Handing out death sentences to any opposers.
The sword your mighty vengence.
Blood and tears shed through the years.
Worshipping with fear.
Molesting the defenceless.
Your god so great and good.
Brainwashed followers giving out their money.
For promises of milk and honey.
Paying for happiness and solitude.
For keping your name in the book.
Holding you back from any enjoyment.
Laughing they watch you.
Your god so great and so good.
Tell your sins to a man....
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2010 11:49am
1st Dec 2010 11:49am
Dreaming of You Again (I Need You)
I dream of nights undercover.
In darkness pleasing each other.
Your moans soft and sweet.
Crescendoing into satisfied screams.
Delights teeming from within.
Exploding into the oblivion.
I miss thee and need thee.
For your and passion thrilled me.
Gave new life where death ruled.
Needing you kills me.
I am trapped in real life...
In darkness pleasing each other.
Your moans soft and sweet.
Crescendoing into satisfied screams.
Delights teeming from within.
Exploding into the oblivion.
I miss thee and need thee.
For your and passion thrilled me.
Gave new life where death ruled.
Needing you kills me.
I am trapped in real life...
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ANGER POEM
Published
30th Nov 2010 3:12am
30th Nov 2010 3:12am
Three f**king Days
Feeling wild eyed and crazy enough to kill.
Hands outstretched and squeezing creating death.
I am a bomb about to explode.
Given the right circumstances death would consume me.
Flames would delight me.
Death's reflection in my eyes.
It makes me thrive for pain.
Inflict me and put me out of my misery.
I beg you please kill me.
The darker side of me wants to come out.
Supress the need to release it.
Feeling so insane now.
Hoping in a little while I can return to some form of normality.
Tossing and turning trying to sleep.
Breathing in and...
Hands outstretched and squeezing creating death.
I am a bomb about to explode.
Given the right circumstances death would consume me.
Flames would delight me.
Death's reflection in my eyes.
It makes me thrive for pain.
Inflict me and put me out of my misery.
I beg you please kill me.
The darker side of me wants to come out.
Supress the need to release it.
Feeling so insane now.
Hoping in a little while I can return to some form of normality.
Tossing and turning trying to sleep.
Breathing in and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2010 11:52am
24th Nov 2010 11:52am
Troublesome
I died many years ago.
My heart lying on the table.
Pricked and pierced by your many fables.
Blackened and hard I became.
Giving way to death and destruction.
Wanting to cut my veins or blow out my brains.
I could not feel anymore.
Numb to everything.
Tried to snort or smoke the pain away.
I could not find a happy place.
Death so inviting.
The barrel in my mouth.
Daddy! I hear Daddy!
And light would appear.
I put away the gun again.
Remembering my place.
That my children need me to live.
I must provide for them.
My heart lying on the table.
Pricked and pierced by your many fables.
Blackened and hard I became.
Giving way to death and destruction.
Wanting to cut my veins or blow out my brains.
I could not feel anymore.
Numb to everything.
Tried to snort or smoke the pain away.
I could not find a happy place.
Death so inviting.
The barrel in my mouth.
Daddy! I hear Daddy!
And light would appear.
I put away the gun again.
Remembering my place.
That my children need me to live.
I must provide for them.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2010 4:13pm
16th Nov 2010 4:13pm
Dirt
I can smell it now like it happened yesterday.
Lying in the bottom of a grave.
Looking up to see the earth above.
My eyes decieved me.
No matter though let the time flow by slow in this dark abyss.
Worms crawling and eating my skin.
Falling back into dust.
Feeling one with her.
The Goddess of the earth.
I want to feel it again.
Seeking out those little capped gems.
So natural and good.
I lust for them.
Lying in the bottom of a grave.
Looking up to see the earth above.
My eyes decieved me.
No matter though let the time flow by slow in this dark abyss.
Worms crawling and eating my skin.
Falling back into dust.
Feeling one with her.
The Goddess of the earth.
I want to feel it again.
Seeking out those little capped gems.
So natural and good.
I lust for them.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Nov 2010 4:51pm
15th Nov 2010 4:51pm
Am I Evil???
MY thoughts drifting and dancing in the darkness.
Watching and listening for the evil part of me.
Wanting to see the dream happen.
I hold myself tightly in happiness.
I have dreamed this dream so many times before.
Seeing him dead and lying on the floor.
Blood and matter splattered.
I feel my adrenaline pumping throughout.
Giving me the urge to carry this out.
The gun in hand hovering, watching, and pointing.
As he lies there I stare and stare.
My trigger finger itching and wanting to squeeze.
I should have done it and lived happily behind...
Watching and listening for the evil part of me.
Wanting to see the dream happen.
I hold myself tightly in happiness.
I have dreamed this dream so many times before.
Seeing him dead and lying on the floor.
Blood and matter splattered.
I feel my adrenaline pumping throughout.
Giving me the urge to carry this out.
The gun in hand hovering, watching, and pointing.
As he lies there I stare and stare.
My trigger finger itching and wanting to squeeze.
I should have done it and lived happily behind...
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