Long Dark Poems
#dark
Long dark poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
deprived
erotic darkness deprived of senses
in a solitary isolation
light dies here in the gloom
without the slightest comforts
in the darkness my other senses grow sharp
the taste of fruit is divine
a reward for good behavior
a system to make me behave
to respond in a pleasing manner
the dark retorts and I sneer
a night with no covering, left bare
vulnerable, until I am stripped of my facades and succumb
giving my enforcer what he needs
he is socializing me or grooming me to meet his Master's needs
paraded for his...
in a solitary isolation
light dies here in the gloom
without the slightest comforts
in the darkness my other senses grow sharp
the taste of fruit is divine
a reward for good behavior
a system to make me behave
to respond in a pleasing manner
the dark retorts and I sneer
a night with no covering, left bare
vulnerable, until I am stripped of my facades and succumb
giving my enforcer what he needs
he is socializing me or grooming me to meet his Master's needs
paraded for his...
#dark
#lust
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Ambrosial
it seems to be a stubborn human pattern
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement ...
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement ...
#dark
#forgiveness
#relationships
#sex
#TimeHeals
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Daring To Be Negative
A big problem I face is having to soften up my words to make myself digestible to others. When honestly I have no capacity to be anything but authentic even if it stings.
A girl from that support group I dropped reached out to see if I need anything and wanted to connect on zoom. I said that's nice to hear, but that my problems are beyond anyone's help. I'm well aware of this, which is why I prefer to be alone. It's a necessity honestly. I knew it would be one day especially when people started finding out about the monster within.
I don't really talk on Facebook anymore...
A girl from that support group I dropped reached out to see if I need anything and wanted to connect on zoom. I said that's nice to hear, but that my problems are beyond anyone's help. I'm well aware of this, which is why I prefer to be alone. It's a necessity honestly. I knew it would be one day especially when people started finding out about the monster within.
I don't really talk on Facebook anymore...
#apathy
#dark
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Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
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Facing The Monster In The Mirror
Sometimes, I think when I look into the mirror, I won't find me. I'll find my mother the witch constantly manipulating my mind.
I don't have the outside world. All I have is inside here. Step inside, on Nancy Lane.
Where I wasn't just tortured and abused, but where my dead soul is.
All my friends left, and then, there's Josh, the silent angel watching over me. Josh was the only one from my past who tried to reach out and make things right.
Step inside Hell's Hotel, where the Princess of Hell and Earth must communicate with demons and perform spells...
I don't have the outside world. All I have is inside here. Step inside, on Nancy Lane.
Where I wasn't just tortured and abused, but where my dead soul is.
All my friends left, and then, there's Josh, the silent angel watching over me. Josh was the only one from my past who tried to reach out and make things right.
Step inside Hell's Hotel, where the Princess of Hell and Earth must communicate with demons and perform spells...
#dark
#fear
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Broken Toys
#dark
#death
#dirty #erotic
#dirty #erotic
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~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey
like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
#birth
#dark
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Room Of Darkness
#BDSM
#dark
#erotic
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Sessions part 2
The gray of the winter sky mimics how I'm feeling at this very moment. Playing over and over in my mind of the last session I just had with Jordan and his fiancée Alondra has me a little off kilter.
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a...
I decided before going home to the local wine and liquor store to pick up something to relax my mind. It must have been my lucky day since once I walked in, I was greeted by Mr. Shug, the owner of the store.
“Oh, Trina, it's been a long time. Are you here for anything specific?” he asked, eyeing me with curiosity. I knew his interest in me, but I was not interested in a...
#dark
#dialogue
#strength
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In a world of Juliets, call me Lady Macbeth
I had to sub a Sophomore Lit class
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
when the professor was out
with COVID
And my inner literary snob
screamed a thousand
deaths when the 20-year-old zygotes
romanticized about
Romeo and Juliet.
I smiled and fluttered
my eyelashes
and smashed those
cute little bitches
who thought they
invented thought
with actual arrogance.
You see children,
Shakespeare...
#dark
#narrative
#lover
#revenge
#identity
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Hellbound Date (Character Personality Collaboration)
Mr. Killa Stank-Stank
“Axe planted three inches in a brain
Now my victim is insane in the membrane,
“Thinking altered as blood flows an unwanted path
Realize motherfucka this is not love, but hate that’s gone mad,
“Every time the bullet fragments in my chest shimmy shake
A hand full of pills I pop for pain before it’s too late,
“Pushed down with a can of Red Bull
Yeah motherfucka. I feel gooooooooood!!!,
“Amen to this killa shit-goddamn
As I do the stanky-leg and listen to the sermon of the...
“Axe planted three inches in a brain
Now my victim is insane in the membrane,
“Thinking altered as blood flows an unwanted path
Realize motherfucka this is not love, but hate that’s gone mad,
“Every time the bullet fragments in my chest shimmy shake
A hand full of pills I pop for pain before it’s too late,
“Pushed down with a can of Red Bull
Yeah motherfucka. I feel gooooooooood!!!,
“Amen to this killa shit-goddamn
As I do the stanky-leg and listen to the sermon of the...
#dark
#hell
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Merry KKKristmAss Eve
In the still of the night, on KristmAss Eve
I ponder the promises, the secrets they keep
Claiming to be faithful, donning halos too bright
But the truth in dark hearts hides away from the light
Oh, the weight of deceit can break the soul
following the false prophet into a dark hole
Embracing the hate he feels for all unlike him
Nourishing the seeds of prejudice within
While your brains are awash living under autockrracy!
Worshipping the wealthy in unholy oligarchy!
Let all instead bask in the truth, with honor and...
I ponder the promises, the secrets they keep
Claiming to be faithful, donning halos too bright
But the truth in dark hearts hides away from the light
Oh, the weight of deceit can break the soul
following the false prophet into a dark hole
Embracing the hate he feels for all unlike him
Nourishing the seeds of prejudice within
While your brains are awash living under autockrracy!
Worshipping the wealthy in unholy oligarchy!
Let all instead bask in the truth, with honor and...
#Christmas
#dark
#fate #hypocrisy
#fate #hypocrisy
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DU Poetry : Long Dark Poems