DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 1:55am
27th Nov 2024 1:55am
In a World That Didn't Want Me
If someone asked me why I haven't killed myself, I would say it's mainly fear of pain and death. Nothing more, nothing less.
I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.
That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.
I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.
I can't stop...
I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.
That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.
I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.
I can't stop...
#anger
#dark
#heartbroken
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 9:36pm
26th Nov 2024 9:36pm
From the Gullet
The smile of the bone's obsession, from the gullet
of my sins, dripping from her soul and skin
from the pen in the far corners of my dreams,
touching, as she screams in pain where Lucifer
reigns peeling her sliding flesh, but just another
nocturne sting like shards of glass with a smile
of the bone's obsession
of my sins, dripping from her soul and skin
from the pen in the far corners of my dreams,
touching, as she screams in pain where Lucifer
reigns peeling her sliding flesh, but just another
nocturne sting like shards of glass with a smile
of the bone's obsession
#dark
#erotic
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
Domain of Decay
The pain is real,
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:53pm
26th Nov 2024 5:53pm
My Voice
I saw that a YouTube comment of mine got deleted, whether the creator deleted it or YouTube itself did. I feel myself shaking. Out of fear. I am safe right now in the sense that no one's harming me physically. But in terms of actually thinking my voice matters, no.
I do not feel safe.
I am always questioning whether my story will be too much, be too inconvenient, be too dark...
But I just rather think about me and how to crawl out of the darkness of all these lies.
How to prepare myself because it will be my turn,
and the audience will be...
I do not feel safe.
I am always questioning whether my story will be too much, be too inconvenient, be too dark...
But I just rather think about me and how to crawl out of the darkness of all these lies.
How to prepare myself because it will be my turn,
and the audience will be...
#dark
#grief
#rejection
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adagio
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 4:03pm
26th Nov 2024 4:03pm
Broken Photographs
In moments of lonely and melancholy haunting
the shelf of my mind for blood and the candle
that makes the light in the shadow of a broken
heart and blasphemous obscenity in an orgy of
broken corpses and despair of morphine's
puckered lips caressing my cock suffocating
my memories behind photographs
the shelf of my mind for blood and the candle
that makes the light in the shadow of a broken
heart and blasphemous obscenity in an orgy of
broken corpses and despair of morphine's
puckered lips caressing my cock suffocating
my memories behind photographs
#dark
#erotic
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 10:09pm
25th Nov 2024 10:09pm
Now You Die
In the corner of my eye, whiskey rye
Black tie in Brunei on a twilight in July
Widow whispering, come to me, aye
With two fingers of sweet Mordecai
On my chest now rest the blowfly
Robbing me of my silver now you die
Until I cry and age in oak, by and by
With no more flesh given to fry
Black tie in Brunei on a twilight in July
Widow whispering, come to me, aye
With two fingers of sweet Mordecai
On my chest now rest the blowfly
Robbing me of my silver now you die
Until I cry and age in oak, by and by
With no more flesh given to fry
#dark
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Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
Mouse in my attic
I have a mouse living in my attic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
#confessional
#dark
#romantic #TruthOfLife
#romantic #TruthOfLife
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:09pm
25th Nov 2024 6:09pm
Oughts of Anesthesia
The oughts of anesthesia in dreams haunting
the essence of your bones chassis and flesh
soaked in brine marinating in scented wicks
of immortal eureka hydrating the peach
lost in intoxication the oughts of anesthesia
dripping...code Red in scented wicks
the essence of your bones chassis and flesh
soaked in brine marinating in scented wicks
of immortal eureka hydrating the peach
lost in intoxication the oughts of anesthesia
dripping...code Red in scented wicks
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 2:05pm
25th Nov 2024 2:05pm
Droops the Weary
Where droops the weary in somber threads
and corroded porous swollen crimson gown
neath headstone pillars where canines piss
in this bottomless hole fenced with poles
now decadent flesh in a torn veil hanging
flagellation that drips like death's harvest
where droops the weary in somber threads
and corroded porous swollen crimson gown
neath headstone pillars where canines piss
in this bottomless hole fenced with poles
now decadent flesh in a torn veil hanging
flagellation that drips like death's harvest
where droops the weary in somber threads
#dark
#gothic
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oskar
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 12:09pm
25th Nov 2024 12:09pm
the sergeant's son
the sergeant's son
His father, a sergeant who loved his army
and took it home at night, thought his son's
fear of the dark was effete
gave him a flashlight to use when going to
the loo in the yard where darkness ruled supreme
the puny light emitted from his
light didn't help much
The boy sensed the horrible rats, haters of
humans read to unleash the plague for
the hell of it and also bite his Willey
It struck him then and now that our light
is a momentarily sudden flash, more
sensed than seen
In a world ruled by...
His father, a sergeant who loved his army
and took it home at night, thought his son's
fear of the dark was effete
gave him a flashlight to use when going to
the loo in the yard where darkness ruled supreme
the puny light emitted from his
light didn't help much
The boy sensed the horrible rats, haters of
humans read to unleash the plague for
the hell of it and also bite his Willey
It struck him then and now that our light
is a momentarily sudden flash, more
sensed than seen
In a world ruled by...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #dark
#apathy #dark
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adagio
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 1:17am
25th Nov 2024 1:17am
Longing to Taste
Haunting imagination and suckled fouled teats
of forbidden fantasies hanging in lavished halls
without a puddle on my chair with the pleasures
of the flesh longing to taste your swollen quiche
from the menses where your uterus inhales
without the audience of impotent gargoyles
or a marble angel statue with wings of the dead
of forbidden fantasies hanging in lavished halls
without a puddle on my chair with the pleasures
of the flesh longing to taste your swollen quiche
from the menses where your uterus inhales
without the audience of impotent gargoyles
or a marble angel statue with wings of the dead
#dark
#erotic
#gothic #vampires
#gothic #vampires
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adagio
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 7:40pm
24th Nov 2024 7:40pm
Omens Stroked
Soliloquy thunder from the virtuosos
listening to echoes of the dark crows
with skeletal fingers in charcoal cloaks
Come cozy hail waltzing with the toes
of practiced scorn and omens stroked
listening to echoes of the dark crows
with skeletal fingers in charcoal cloaks
Come cozy hail waltzing with the toes
of practiced scorn and omens stroked
#dark
#EdgarAllanPoe
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