Dark Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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dark seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
My Anger is Black
Nothingness begets nothingness
A never ending spiral of bleak matter
You gaze into the void of me
Peering over the edge
Watch yourself
You may be drawn in
Evilness
Death
Sin
Take your pick
It’s where I’ve ended and began again
Cursed and haunted
My cracked soul
Broken
Bloodied
Tormented
Brought me to my knees
Hello Darkness, my old friend
A never ending spiral of bleak matter
You gaze into the void of me
Peering over the edge
Watch yourself
You may be drawn in
Evilness
Death
Sin
Take your pick
It’s where I’ve ended and began again
Cursed and haunted
My cracked soul
Broken
Bloodied
Tormented
Brought me to my knees
Hello Darkness, my old friend
#anger
#dark
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Tasting the Chill
Chains of my flesh feel colder withering cult
entangled in ecstasy's twilight knot of
decadency from the wool of my loneliness
and quill's yoke gathering sheaves of despair
from the kettle's well listening to my muse
hollowed host tasting the chill of the stones'
bard intoxicated with heated tongue's
psychoanalysis captivates my soul in
metamorphosis awakening to a fate tied
to the widow's shadow gate of ashes
seasoned rum to my oyster's thawing mum
entangled in ecstasy's twilight knot of
decadency from the wool of my loneliness
and quill's yoke gathering sheaves of despair
from the kettle's well listening to my muse
hollowed host tasting the chill of the stones'
bard intoxicated with heated tongue's
psychoanalysis captivates my soul in
metamorphosis awakening to a fate tied
to the widow's shadow gate of ashes
seasoned rum to my oyster's thawing mum
#dark
#erotic
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Corn Rising
Gross debauchery intoxication of nymphomaniac
lusting the retrieval of decadent souls revival
with distilling gins of dementia's insomniac martini
gathering at the River Stix waiting for the ferry
with a limited edition of the almanac's vignettes
and hypothetical, corn rising
lusting the retrieval of decadent souls revival
with distilling gins of dementia's insomniac martini
gathering at the River Stix waiting for the ferry
with a limited edition of the almanac's vignettes
and hypothetical, corn rising
#dark
#erotic
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Loss
Loss of youth
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
Loss of truth
Loss of innocence
Loss of consequence
Loss of control
But what hurts most is
Loss of hope
#addiction
#alcohol
#dark
#drugs
#emptiness
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Catching a Note
Gross debauchery credence lusting obsession
catching a note of forbidden love's passion
with what lingers in poesies among ghosts
of sins in spoken words of intoxication
in dry bread of melancholia, moments fled
catching a note of forbidden love's passion
with what lingers in poesies among ghosts
of sins in spoken words of intoxication
in dry bread of melancholia, moments fled
#dark
#erotic
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Sardonic Narco
Sardonic narco illicit aphrodisiac, gathering fools
and marionettes of depraved narcissistic minds
in the classic shadow of a rhododendron.
Dancing in the primal, tall, dark, and intimate
of nonsensical risque with the cloak of insanity.
Reclining on the twilight Bergerac of decadent
souls, sardonic narco illicit aphrodisiac.
and marionettes of depraved narcissistic minds
in the classic shadow of a rhododendron.
Dancing in the primal, tall, dark, and intimate
of nonsensical risque with the cloak of insanity.
Reclining on the twilight Bergerac of decadent
souls, sardonic narco illicit aphrodisiac.
#dark
#erotic
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2 Comments
Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
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Despicable Crow
Beneath crevasses of broken stones
till death fills the empty shadows
with the grave's sharpest spade
in a plumed head of tomorrow
and wings of a despicable crow
staring at me with debauchery
devouring morsels and souls
beneath crevasses of broken stones
till death fills the empty shadows
with the grave's sharpest spade
in a plumed head of tomorrow
and wings of a despicable crow
staring at me with debauchery
devouring morsels and souls
beneath crevasses of broken stones
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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No Womb to Let
No womb to let, in the bowels of the coo coo
a pelvic floor with a narcissistic troubadour
screaming the feminization of insanity
like an asthmatic impotent wannbe clown
trying to catch butterflies with a fishing pole
another demented fool who wants to be heard
with no womb to let, in the bowels of the coo coo
a pelvic floor with a narcissistic troubadour
screaming the feminization of insanity
like an asthmatic impotent wannbe clown
trying to catch butterflies with a fishing pole
another demented fool who wants to be heard
with no womb to let, in the bowels of the coo coo
#corruption
#dark
#deception #hypocrisy
#deception #hypocrisy
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Swoon the Ivories
With my braising tongue in the sarcophagus
of your vault's initiator of broth simmering,
liquidating your soul claiming your thoracic
trellis and sterna of the twilight's ambiguous,
filed with your Chapter11 blistering my lips
in your crib with yeast arising listening to,
Henry Mancini swoon the ivories
of your vault's initiator of broth simmering,
liquidating your soul claiming your thoracic
trellis and sterna of the twilight's ambiguous,
filed with your Chapter11 blistering my lips
in your crib with yeast arising listening to,
Henry Mancini swoon the ivories
#dark
#erotic
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Scared of Her
I'm scared of her,
the girl I became 9 years ago,
scared of the harassment
I caused by texting too much.
I still struggle with this problem from time to time,
I wish the pain would go away,
but it just doesn't.
I don't trust myself
when I'm in a schizophrenic episode.
I become that monster that others fear.
I'm scared of her,
but I can't help but cry for her.
Because she deserved compassion
and she still does.
And sometimes, I'm just terrified
that I cannot give it to her ...
the girl I became 9 years ago,
scared of the harassment
I caused by texting too much.
I still struggle with this problem from time to time,
I wish the pain would go away,
but it just doesn't.
I don't trust myself
when I'm in a schizophrenic episode.
I become that monster that others fear.
I'm scared of her,
but I can't help but cry for her.
Because she deserved compassion
and she still does.
And sometimes, I'm just terrified
that I cannot give it to her ...
#dark
#fear
#heartbroken
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Orgy of Corpses
Nihilism's dark orgy of corpses in the cremation of
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
romanticism leaving the puffy widow free, huffing
the shadow, lusting the venom at the hairline of
Rogaine in the cremation of romanticism and
swollen thighs, dripping nausea of decadent
obscenity for the greenflies debauching the girth
in a dark orgy of corpses
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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