Submissions by theDaharka (Charli Summerscales)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Always with my thoughts.
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2024 11:40am
6th Aug 2024 11:40am
Yellow Jacket On My Sleeve
Little yellow jacket on my sleeve
Come closer when you talk to me
Inject me with your stinging wisdom
Till there's none left to be given
I hate it and I love it in my system
You teach me to fly
At the cost of living your lie
Loiter and hover right near me
Witnessing every wooden gaze
Like a good point on a page
These ashes are ashen
These pillars are listening
Looking so totalitarian
Sapling zombies
Out to infect
Hands of green
Stinging softly
Veins of Mercury
...
Come closer when you talk to me
Inject me with your stinging wisdom
Till there's none left to be given
I hate it and I love it in my system
You teach me to fly
At the cost of living your lie
Loiter and hover right near me
Witnessing every wooden gaze
Like a good point on a page
These ashes are ashen
These pillars are listening
Looking so totalitarian
Sapling zombies
Out to infect
Hands of green
Stinging softly
Veins of Mercury
...
#addiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2021 1:24am
1st Feb 2021 1:24am
Another Dream
If there was a way to say
What I wanna say
I'd say
Last night I dreamt of you again
You can never escape my head
I know you're gone and I know you're dead
If I could do what I wanted to do
I'd do it
I'm sorry for everything I'm sure you now know
For not saying and not doing everything
I hope you found peace on the other side I promised I would never hide who I am inside
What I wanna say
I'd say
Last night I dreamt of you again
You can never escape my head
I know you're gone and I know you're dead
If I could do what I wanted to do
I'd do it
I'm sorry for everything I'm sure you now know
For not saying and not doing everything
I hope you found peace on the other side I promised I would never hide who I am inside
#grief
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2018 3:25pm
2nd Jan 2018 3:25pm
Red candles
Theres no one left, just me in a torn up mess.
They smelt so sweet but its nothing to keep a hold of till the end of the week.
The boys and guys are holding their signs saying go alone till theres a one, go alone home.
Experience is te-dious, tall, dark and silent it stands looking over the river in my Amygdala
He says "fuck her"
But i dont love her.
Ive got to run down, run down to mr breakdown
and ask him a short favour.
Now I want to know why his voice was so familiar it was better than the people that im yet to meet ...
They smelt so sweet but its nothing to keep a hold of till the end of the week.
The boys and guys are holding their signs saying go alone till theres a one, go alone home.
Experience is te-dious, tall, dark and silent it stands looking over the river in my Amygdala
He says "fuck her"
But i dont love her.
Ive got to run down, run down to mr breakdown
and ask him a short favour.
Now I want to know why his voice was so familiar it was better than the people that im yet to meet ...
#anger
#sex
#drugs
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2017 11:35pm
22nd Sep 2017 11:35pm
No comment towards the jester
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2017 00:22am
12th Jan 2017 00:22am
while we wonder
The mechanical cold, the peoples faces, everyones midnight paces.
We meet alone in a socialy paved alley way, we asked if were enough.
Can this death be me or am i in it?.
This city is falling upwards the ashes are spread, we are filled with meds so that we all die a little faster with a bit more pain.
Far away in my physco forest i cant hide whats outside. Can you believe we are all dead if not now then yet to come. Let go so i may suffer alone all by my own...doing...
I heard my lungs let them talk they said you and i are dying.
This is no dream - our reality....
We meet alone in a socialy paved alley way, we asked if were enough.
Can this death be me or am i in it?.
This city is falling upwards the ashes are spread, we are filled with meds so that we all die a little faster with a bit more pain.
Far away in my physco forest i cant hide whats outside. Can you believe we are all dead if not now then yet to come. Let go so i may suffer alone all by my own...doing...
I heard my lungs let them talk they said you and i are dying.
This is no dream - our reality....
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 11:58pm
11th Jan 2017 11:58pm
Dissarrangement
I can see through the moonlight in my house, theres nothing alight no one or no soul about.
Behold my gun and the light of the sun.
See the other end of the hall way where all seems still and motionless in time.
Layers of air and time lump out of your lungs.
Let - your - nerv -ous sytem fly - out of the window and in eternal sin.
May your ears be what they want they are not going anywhere.
Blackness- corrupts your sight and opens a new light.
Save your strength, your will and effort reach out- and touch my face as you slip into eternal fate.
Behold my gun and the light of the sun.
See the other end of the hall way where all seems still and motionless in time.
Layers of air and time lump out of your lungs.
Let - your - nerv -ous sytem fly - out of the window and in eternal sin.
May your ears be what they want they are not going anywhere.
Blackness- corrupts your sight and opens a new light.
Save your strength, your will and effort reach out- and touch my face as you slip into eternal fate.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2016 8:53pm
15th Nov 2016 8:53pm
The one what will
Idiosycncratic irratant events.you are a bird of hell, we are three lay in wake for your true form to take shape. Your kindness is intreging, you possess more than just humans
Intellect, warmth, and differentiation are to my attention.
You guide the blind in the dark.
You give directions just to come back your left- unstable incontrol getting places and progression.
You see the stars in the day when everything else is dark you make your decisions.
What you make is good quality, you potential mental states of mind you despise
On weekends we wander in search for...
Intellect, warmth, and differentiation are to my attention.
You guide the blind in the dark.
You give directions just to come back your left- unstable incontrol getting places and progression.
You see the stars in the day when everything else is dark you make your decisions.
What you make is good quality, you potential mental states of mind you despise
On weekends we wander in search for...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2016 1:26pm
17th May 2016 1:26pm
The vines of Darkness
The world falls together in pieces
it crumbles.
In our faces we laugh
(At the thought)
Come on and wait for her with me...
let us fall down into the ocean where
the remainder of beauty lays.
In the shadows we cry together
we will die... No more light or anything left to fight . The rags of life, the darkening moon, and the the evil.
The world has eroded, in our eyes is what remains nothing but pain.
There has only been pain and suffering for our life.so please come back to me, back into my arms where not even harm can go . maybe if we try we...
it crumbles.
In our faces we laugh
(At the thought)
Come on and wait for her with me...
let us fall down into the ocean where
the remainder of beauty lays.
In the shadows we cry together
we will die... No more light or anything left to fight . The rags of life, the darkening moon, and the the evil.
The world has eroded, in our eyes is what remains nothing but pain.
There has only been pain and suffering for our life.so please come back to me, back into my arms where not even harm can go . maybe if we try we...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2016 8:20pm
9th May 2016 8:20pm
April's ashes
The ashes fall down upon an ashen man dressed in black
where he steps is red, he doesn't say anything, but he said 'watch the repeating time loop in the snow...'
I fall in shock
I was born on this day and month to bring forth another moment of loving this world...
There isn't a day I wouldn't want to tame as one of my own.
As I grow I feel like something enslaved in a cage oh how much rage can it take to set me free.
where he steps is red, he doesn't say anything, but he said 'watch the repeating time loop in the snow...'
I fall in shock
I was born on this day and month to bring forth another moment of loving this world...
There isn't a day I wouldn't want to tame as one of my own.
As I grow I feel like something enslaved in a cage oh how much rage can it take to set me free.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2016 5:17pm
8th Mar 2016 5:17pm
Future me?
I stand in a formidable stance tipping off my top hat to something flattering.
my arms are crossed so is my past. The striped color resonates a sinister fate to its tailor.
The streets run grey not red.with death and depression in the air, there's no one living better or darker than I.
I'd rather put the good cut off the bad then keep the bad in with the good but the good need the bad to stay good. For me, there's no one's foot in the past , present or future for Me there's just one foot in the grave or have I already I've stepped in it there's no dout that the shadows of the...
my arms are crossed so is my past. The striped color resonates a sinister fate to its tailor.
The streets run grey not red.with death and depression in the air, there's no one living better or darker than I.
I'd rather put the good cut off the bad then keep the bad in with the good but the good need the bad to stay good. For me, there's no one's foot in the past , present or future for Me there's just one foot in the grave or have I already I've stepped in it there's no dout that the shadows of the...
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 1:49pm
6th Mar 2016 1:49pm
the death desire
I rub the long shiny blade as If it was a pet to find myself talking to my mind in the mist.
Dear grotesque manner of matters I said my shiny blade give those crow black, dead as dawn , milky eyes what I see with these blind ones...
I arose with the blade in hand as if I was God, at this point I screamed make this blind boy see again with no eyes , this is only a game a game what's end starts when you begin to win just like the angel what died in the hands of a demon.
This demon felt no remours , cried tears of laughter because it knows this was the fate what it will soon share,...
Dear grotesque manner of matters I said my shiny blade give those crow black, dead as dawn , milky eyes what I see with these blind ones...
I arose with the blade in hand as if I was God, at this point I screamed make this blind boy see again with no eyes , this is only a game a game what's end starts when you begin to win just like the angel what died in the hands of a demon.
This demon felt no remours , cried tears of laughter because it knows this was the fate what it will soon share,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 1:45pm
6th Mar 2016 1:45pm
I.O.U
I accidently stumbled across you like a dog and a rabbit.you gave a puncture in my heart after you made my heart swell up like a balloon, I could feel it for the first time in ever , it Was pounding like two rabbits, fornication in the middle of that valley of misery.
The feeling of what comes off of the heart is...sincere to the point of implosion , to much tension for the stomach to take its upon the limit so I think that I.O.U.
The feeling of what comes off of the heart is...sincere to the point of implosion , to much tension for the stomach to take its upon the limit so I think that I.O.U.
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