Submissions by ilovescarystories
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When you find yourself all alone. In the dead of night, that's where you will find me. My echo will calm you, my tongue will soothe you. I'm all that is dark, and all that is gone. I am all that is light, and all that is night.
DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 6:57pm
9th Mar 2014 6:57pm
Echo
Digging searching for heavens light.
Only to find Dracula's eye.
Being forever lost in this black abyss.
Digging searching for the top.
Only to be closer to the bottom.
The angel of death calls my name.
His voice calm and appealing.
But it hides the insidious truth.
He is my raven.
Can I ever resist the call of the siren?
His call of peace.
That can easily fool you.
The echo of his voice.
Brings me warmth.
I found a deep cave to hide in.
They will find me in a million years.
Ashes and dust. ...
Only to find Dracula's eye.
Being forever lost in this black abyss.
Digging searching for the top.
Only to be closer to the bottom.
The angel of death calls my name.
His voice calm and appealing.
But it hides the insidious truth.
He is my raven.
Can I ever resist the call of the siren?
His call of peace.
That can easily fool you.
The echo of his voice.
Brings me warmth.
I found a deep cave to hide in.
They will find me in a million years.
Ashes and dust. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 1:55am
9th Mar 2014 1:55am
SIN
Do you hear that whisper in your ear? The contempt that will plauge your very heart and soul.
I see you over there with the knife, Go ahead and do it no ones watching. He killed your wife, so why shouldn't he not pay?
At this point of time you may call me mad.
But please don't. Please understand. No ones watching why should you care?
Let my words bring sense. Why put so much effort in doing the right thing if no ones there to give you a reward for it? Just this one time your sure to like it.
Oh you don't seem to believe me just wait until you...
I see you over there with the knife, Go ahead and do it no ones watching. He killed your wife, so why shouldn't he not pay?
At this point of time you may call me mad.
But please don't. Please understand. No ones watching why should you care?
Let my words bring sense. Why put so much effort in doing the right thing if no ones there to give you a reward for it? Just this one time your sure to like it.
Oh you don't seem to believe me just wait until you...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 6:00pm
8th Mar 2014 6:00pm
The skeletons grin
Follow the bright meadow of elk and life.
Where maple leaves lay on the fresh green plains.
Follow this path of laughter.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
A path covered in rotting flesh and corpses of the people who fell before you.
These maple trees are brown and crimson from the blood spilled.
Follow this path that bears bones on the path and smells of death.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
For he smiles at you for all your embodiments of sin.
You declared this was heavens gate.
But...
Where maple leaves lay on the fresh green plains.
Follow this path of laughter.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
A path covered in rotting flesh and corpses of the people who fell before you.
These maple trees are brown and crimson from the blood spilled.
Follow this path that bears bones on the path and smells of death.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
For he smiles at you for all your embodiments of sin.
You declared this was heavens gate.
But...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 5:43pm
8th Mar 2014 5:43pm
Behind a closed door
Those who have lost hope.
May hold a black key.
The lock to my heart is pitch black.
Which can only fit a black key.
No one cares for me.
If they do, I will block them off.
That's why all my doors are closed.
I close all the doors.
However closing them keeps everyone out.
Including "God".
If he forsakes me, I shall forsake him too.
they said he would be my guide.
But it was all a lie or was it?
My only friend is myself.
A moving train is what I...
May hold a black key.
The lock to my heart is pitch black.
Which can only fit a black key.
No one cares for me.
If they do, I will block them off.
That's why all my doors are closed.
I close all the doors.
However closing them keeps everyone out.
Including "God".
If he forsakes me, I shall forsake him too.
they said he would be my guide.
But it was all a lie or was it?
My only friend is myself.
A moving train is what I...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 7:01am
8th Mar 2014 7:01am
I am not one name but many
I am poison you can't eat, touch, or breath.
I have not one name but many.
I come in many different shapes, forms, and sizes.
I could be your brother, your sister, your neighbor, your best friend, or even your mother and father.
I will be the forthcoming of your bitter demise. The beginning of your end.
I come from the wings of your apocalypse.
I tear apart your every sanity by putting your loved ones in harms way.
I will put brother against brother.
I am the one that starts wars.
I know you...
I have not one name but many.
I come in many different shapes, forms, and sizes.
I could be your brother, your sister, your neighbor, your best friend, or even your mother and father.
I will be the forthcoming of your bitter demise. The beginning of your end.
I come from the wings of your apocalypse.
I tear apart your every sanity by putting your loved ones in harms way.
I will put brother against brother.
I am the one that starts wars.
I know you...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 6:24am
8th Mar 2014 6:24am
My black string
Here in my hand I hold love and pain.
In my hand I hold " death".
For I hold my perfect doll.
This darkness engulfs my hand.
It feels cold and bitter, against my hand.
I would swear its hell.
It hurts so much.
However this can't be hell.
For hell burns and my hand is cold as ice.
The ice stains my doll.
Making its heart black as night.
Her black button eyes staring through my soul.
The night covers my doll, blinding me of all sight.
Its eyes now sinster...
In my hand I hold " death".
For I hold my perfect doll.
This darkness engulfs my hand.
It feels cold and bitter, against my hand.
I would swear its hell.
It hurts so much.
However this can't be hell.
For hell burns and my hand is cold as ice.
The ice stains my doll.
Making its heart black as night.
Her black button eyes staring through my soul.
The night covers my doll, blinding me of all sight.
Its eyes now sinster...
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