Submissions by darkseer24
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2011 9:13pm
18th Apr 2011 9:13pm
The darkseer
The darkseer is a rebel
An adventurous soul
One so tormented
His days took their toll
His body was weak
His mind was failing
In the nights you could hear his wailing
An outsider, a loser, one so dark
That on his birth day even the light of the gods themselves
Sensed his dark mark
An adventurous soul
One so tormented
His days took their toll
His body was weak
His mind was failing
In the nights you could hear his wailing
An outsider, a loser, one so dark
That on his birth day even the light of the gods themselves
Sensed his dark mark
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2011 1:22am
29th Mar 2011 1:22am
Sitting in class
Here I sit, alone in my class. The room is full yet no one notices a particuliar piece of glass. The glass seems to cut a hole into my expressionless mask. From this hole I see a stream of blood. Next to me a girl says "Holy shit man why dont you just go smoke some bud".
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2011 1:17am
29th Mar 2011 1:17am
A suicide never to be forgotten
I look down at my mildly shaking palm. See the blood covering it and try to stay calm. I never thought this would be so peaceful and serene. As i watch myself bleeding out i say "what a wonderful scene". Now i am not one for emotion but even i know this is a time for fright. For I have put myself in quite a horrifying plight. I feel myself fading now, wondering where ill go, maybe god is watching now saddened by what he knows. Blood pours down into the water darkening as it goes. At this point I must mention...life blows.
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Mar 2011 3:16am
28th Mar 2011 3:16am
A band of hooligans
No
emotion, no face, looking for a place. All alone because nobody truly
understands, how could they? My face is blank, their face shines. A gray
essence follows me...darkening the moods of my followers...for that is
why they follow me, We are a band of darkened hooligans that feed on the
strength of others. Even in chaos there is order. Even in Randomness
there is order. Even in this band of hooligans there is ORDER
emotion, no face, looking for a place. All alone because nobody truly
understands, how could they? My face is blank, their face shines. A gray
essence follows me...darkening the moods of my followers...for that is
why they follow me, We are a band of darkened hooligans that feed on the
strength of others. Even in chaos there is order. Even in Randomness
there is order. Even in this band of hooligans there is ORDER
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Mar 2011 2:32am
28th Mar 2011 2:32am
My face
My face is but a blank stare.
Looking down at the tiles on the ground.
Emotion is but a luxury.
One I was not allowed to have.
For when the Gods give gifts they flip a coin.
Then no one makes a sound.
For when the coin is flipped.
A life is turned around.
Looking down at the tiles on the ground.
Emotion is but a luxury.
One I was not allowed to have.
For when the Gods give gifts they flip a coin.
Then no one makes a sound.
For when the coin is flipped.
A life is turned around.
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