Least Read Dark Poems
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Day by Day
Emotional memories
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
#anxiety
#grief
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
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The Killing Fields
Beware this land
A most desolate place
True evil’s at hand
With a cold embrace
Death shadows its gate
Blood quenches its soil
Piked heads lie awake
The damned suffer turmoil
Crows feast on flesh
Picking off the sinew
The agony is fresh
All life must discontinue
Sacrifice and torture
Rape the damns remains
Forever trapped in horror
Fenced around with brains
Crucifixes stretch the dead
Intestines rot in excrement
Hatred spreads like inbred
Ravishing this unholy sediment
Blood whips the night ...
A most desolate place
True evil’s at hand
With a cold embrace
Death shadows its gate
Blood quenches its soil
Piked heads lie awake
The damned suffer turmoil
Crows feast on flesh
Picking off the sinew
The agony is fresh
All life must discontinue
Sacrifice and torture
Rape the damns remains
Forever trapped in horror
Fenced around with brains
Crucifixes stretch the dead
Intestines rot in excrement
Hatred spreads like inbred
Ravishing this unholy sediment
Blood whips the night ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#Halloween
#despair
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Sweet Tooth
He wanders through the black
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp...
Hauling along his back
A skin woven-ramshackle sac
Adorned with teeth and roots fully intact
Spattered in blood and unholy soil
Prowling under an ambiguous moon
For the stench of his spoil
Camouflaged amongst the crowd
Eyeballing candy that’s chowed
So many intestines waiting to be cowed
The eager are savored at the peak they're endowed
He grimaces a smirk at the thought of their flesh
The selfish are so much more delectable when fresh
His mouth illuminates the holes in his teeth
Jagged sharp...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#Halloween
#emptiness
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Snakeskin Soul And A Lipstick Heart
Through nebulous undertones
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
And a snakeskin soul
She sauntered over to the bar
"What'll it be"
"The usual"
"Lady I never saw you before"
Looking him up and down appraisingly
"Well then, time to start new traditions"
"Something cold and hard with a twist"
The bartender shook his head
Knowing better than to argue
He concocted a drink in his mind named Sexy Demon
The woman moved through the crowd
Sipping her drink and sizing up her poison
Tall short dark light mmm ...
...
#dark
#vampires
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It Was The Best Of Times, It was The Worst Of Times (Better Without You)
Was that really the way it was?
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
#love
#dark
#memories
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PAIN
She extended her hand
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
Into the bottomless gutter
Welcoming me to a foreign land
A deserted and desolate lover
I embraced her thorns
Till they prickled my heart
Her beautiful emptiness took many forms
I stared into her darkness like a statue of art
She exalted my sorrow
Ushering me to a derelict shack
Infusing my embers to swallow the morrow
Seducing my anguish to saturate the black
She stitched up my soul
But let the scars fester
Tasted my flesh until it was coal
Taking me to heights I could not have measured
The...
#strength
#dark
#redemption
#bittersweet
#NaPoWriMo2020
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SLEEPAWAKEALOMA
i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
#dark
#confusion
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8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
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Web Of Circumstance
Down in the valley of shadows lurks my withered soul
Cradled in moss and fungus left to rot under the black trees
Slowly disintegrating transforming back to energetic dust
Nearby a dulled key lays apart on a tri-color chain shedding rust
Lonely? Alone? Quarantined? Isolation? Singular?
Hidden in a world full of people unknowing
What adjective am I? Are you? What word describes your state?
(Mental? Physical? Relationship? Parental? Medical?)
What Pendant do you wear on your chest? Your forehead? Your soul?
Is it one word? Two? A...
Cradled in moss and fungus left to rot under the black trees
Slowly disintegrating transforming back to energetic dust
Nearby a dulled key lays apart on a tri-color chain shedding rust
Lonely? Alone? Quarantined? Isolation? Singular?
Hidden in a world full of people unknowing
What adjective am I? Are you? What word describes your state?
(Mental? Physical? Relationship? Parental? Medical?)
What Pendant do you wear on your chest? Your forehead? Your soul?
Is it one word? Two? A...
#love
#dark
#LifeStruggles
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Grammatically Wrong!
My Furry Friend
O wear O wear can you bee?
My worry for you doesn't go free
I loose touch every now and then
Wondering if I will sea you again
From the depth of my soul too the core of my heart
I've been missing you since the start.
I red in the paper you seamed dayzed
Lost and confused and wandering for days
Until we meat again, I walk with a yolk around my neck
As worries and fears away they peck
At my heart and soul.
The heir around me grows very thin
Wondering if I'll ever win
To hold you in my arms again ...
O wear O wear can you bee?
My worry for you doesn't go free
I loose touch every now and then
Wondering if I will sea you again
From the depth of my soul too the core of my heart
I've been missing you since the start.
I red in the paper you seamed dayzed
Lost and confused and wandering for days
Until we meat again, I walk with a yolk around my neck
As worries and fears away they peck
At my heart and soul.
The heir around me grows very thin
Wondering if I'll ever win
To hold you in my arms again ...
#dark
#scary
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#fear
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Where's My Baby?
Part 1
They drug her by her hair
She kicked and screamed in despair
They bound her hands and feet
They carried her inside a bloody sheet
They threw her on a stump
Forcing her to position in a slump
They tore the sheet from round her head
A trio of sixes slowly bled
She sneered at her captives
In a language of madness
She vowed to exact revenge
Her words became a poisonous syringe
She mocked the performing priest
Her hatred for him increased
He bellowed the biblical scriptures
As the mass chanted the...
They drug her by her hair
She kicked and screamed in despair
They bound her hands and feet
They carried her inside a bloody sheet
They threw her on a stump
Forcing her to position in a slump
They tore the sheet from round her head
A trio of sixes slowly bled
She sneered at her captives
In a language of madness
She vowed to exact revenge
Her words became a poisonous syringe
She mocked the performing priest
Her hatred for him increased
He bellowed the biblical scriptures
As the mass chanted the...
#hate
#dark
#evil
#holiday
#witches
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Floreat Etona! Who but your arrogant, pecuniary selves Eton could have been this self-servingly blunt?
By Stanley Collymore
Money is the root of all evil
it’s readily acknowledged
and, with help of Satan:
the master craftsman of evil and
pecuniary greed you sure as hell
have successfully, made it Eton!
Personally I naturally don’t think
that any, perspective applicants
to Eton College, need to answer
your published questions, Daily
Mail seeing they simply require
essentially to just have parents
or guardians with huge wallets
and discernibly their own trust
funds to get into Eton, actually ...
Money is the root of all evil
it’s readily acknowledged
and, with help of Satan:
the master craftsman of evil and
pecuniary greed you sure as hell
have successfully, made it Eton!
Personally I naturally don’t think
that any, perspective applicants
to Eton College, need to answer
your published questions, Daily
Mail seeing they simply require
essentially to just have parents
or guardians with huge wallets
and discernibly their own trust
funds to get into Eton, actually ...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
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