robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 2:18pm
2nd Feb 2023 2:18pm
Cruelly sick
#anger
#dark
#frustration
55 reads
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Vampyre497
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 1:30pm
2nd Feb 2023 1:30pm
Guilty
I never felt welcomed back
Everything seemed to attack
I had to leave to save me
But I still feel guilty
I never learned to fly for my size
There was nothing to be done to prize
Nothing changed from my fall
I wonder if I regret it all
I never know how I feel
I spent my time ending seal
I thought I was a second son
But the love was already done
Everything seemed to attack
I had to leave to save me
But I still feel guilty
I never learned to fly for my size
There was nothing to be done to prize
Nothing changed from my fall
I wonder if I regret it all
I never know how I feel
I spent my time ending seal
I thought I was a second son
But the love was already done
#anxiety
#depression
#regret
#loneliness
#dark
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TheMonsterfromHe11
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 2:20am
2nd Feb 2023 2:20am
Policy of Relationships
I wasn't always this cut throat, but what did you all expect of me? I learned not all people who seem a little too keen to know you, blood or not. Don't have good intentions or your safety in mind. So be upset when my trust issues are screaming in my ears to steer clear of people with oblivious signs of red flags. And it's not my fault no one wants to associate with you when you are the issue. You only validate that label."
#dark
#relationships
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
63 reads
Everavalon
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 8:56pm
1st Feb 2023 8:56pm
Apocalypse Dawning
O’ pale sinner,
bleed into the murmur of persuasion
Dark whisperer
Cruel jewelled swoon
Stand alone amidst the pallor
We cream the mire
To bathe in the shallows of ill-design
Let us convince the depths
to acquiesce to the sludge of envy
Forsaken wilderness absent of fawn
Flora dissevered from sunlit sages
Indolent streams forbid of their dance
Reams of dispraise in the alluvium;
desiccated
Longing for a wisp of rain
Forthwith, we churn
in the stagnation of trees
Barren and subtle ...
bleed into the murmur of persuasion
Dark whisperer
Cruel jewelled swoon
Stand alone amidst the pallor
We cream the mire
To bathe in the shallows of ill-design
Let us convince the depths
to acquiesce to the sludge of envy
Forsaken wilderness absent of fawn
Flora dissevered from sunlit sages
Indolent streams forbid of their dance
Reams of dispraise in the alluvium;
desiccated
Longing for a wisp of rain
Forthwith, we churn
in the stagnation of trees
Barren and subtle ...
#dark
#death
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 3:12pm
1st Feb 2023 3:12pm
Pray the Lord
Reverend Paul Patterson drove to Mrs. Wilson's home. A recent widow, Mrs. Janice Wilson was a member of his congregation and always attended mass, previously with her husband, recently found dead in a nearby wood, one bullet hole in the skull. Shot from the front, not the back. So, as per the detectives, something rather personal. That Mrs, Janet Wilson was a beautiful brunette in her young forties just like him may also have propelled him to go present his condolences and offer a bit of solace.
She was glad of the support, offered coffee and delicacies while he spoke softly and...
She was glad of the support, offered coffee and delicacies while he spoke softly and...
#dark
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2 Comments
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Seth_
Seth_
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 1:48pm
1st Feb 2023 1:48pm
Darkness
It's never the darkness that scares me
But what screams from within it
Telling them to go away to no avail
They were never there
Before you created them
How do you turn it off?
Outside of death?
Dangerous; feeding
Shadows will exist even after death
The bit of darkness we cannot exist without
Nor it without us
Our own personal reminder of what is inescapable
Madness exists there in the darkness
The visibly quiet and still
Some will say nothing is there
They do not live there
...
But what screams from within it
Telling them to go away to no avail
They were never there
Before you created them
How do you turn it off?
Outside of death?
Dangerous; feeding
Shadows will exist even after death
The bit of darkness we cannot exist without
Nor it without us
Our own personal reminder of what is inescapable
Madness exists there in the darkness
The visibly quiet and still
Some will say nothing is there
They do not live there
...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#dreams
#MentalHealth
70 reads
2 Comments
luddep
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 12:55pm
1st Feb 2023 12:55pm
A streetlamp at night
The clouds stood high on the midnight sky
I’m freezing u said
and went back inside
A deer was standing in the headlights
off a street lamp
we looked at each other
and felt out of place
I thought it meant something
but he turned his head
and ran away
the clouds were out of reach
What if I leave?
What if I don’t accept?
What if I don’t care?
Sticky trees grab my hands
and lead my into the woods
it’s dark here
and the ground below is slowly sinking
the moss is...
I’m freezing u said
and went back inside
A deer was standing in the headlights
off a street lamp
we looked at each other
and felt out of place
I thought it meant something
but he turned his head
and ran away
the clouds were out of reach
What if I leave?
What if I don’t accept?
What if I don’t care?
Sticky trees grab my hands
and lead my into the woods
it’s dark here
and the ground below is slowly sinking
the moss is...
#dark
#SelfReflection
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Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 9:38am
1st Feb 2023 9:38am
that dark night
It is early in the morning
Late at night,
A mid-November night
In late September.
The dog sleeps,
Wet and muddied,
A musty stench
From his midnight feasting
On something too long dead
Beyond resurrection.
All is a whirlwind of blue-skinned
Krishna dancing in a vortex
Or Kokopeli hunching in the rain
Over a Kali Ma
Flute of bone
Of questionable provenance.
My words cower in the shadow
Of my inner jail
Doing time for unspecified offenses.
Even as the soybeans ripen,
Sodden in ...
Late at night,
A mid-November night
In late September.
The dog sleeps,
Wet and muddied,
A musty stench
From his midnight feasting
On something too long dead
Beyond resurrection.
All is a whirlwind of blue-skinned
Krishna dancing in a vortex
Or Kokopeli hunching in the rain
Over a Kali Ma
Flute of bone
Of questionable provenance.
My words cower in the shadow
Of my inner jail
Doing time for unspecified offenses.
Even as the soybeans ripen,
Sodden in ...
#depression
#dark
#death
#emptiness
#apathy
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Fishmander
Poem Published
1st Feb 2023 8:37am
1st Feb 2023 8:37am
In Plain Sight
We all take turns playing demon
Impassioned, defeated
But not all can perform shadow
On the ceiling, in the gallows
They spend too much time on hatred
Heart fetal, so naked
Singing the flute of their lava
All the feelings, the cheap drama
I had friends in sacred places
They blister, no faces
Replaced by myself book-burning
Not biblical, just page turning
You taste a gram of my magics
Less spellbound, more addict
Hoping to find versions of me
We buried here so long ago
I'm...
Impassioned, defeated
But not all can perform shadow
On the ceiling, in the gallows
They spend too much time on hatred
Heart fetal, so naked
Singing the flute of their lava
All the feelings, the cheap drama
I had friends in sacred places
They blister, no faces
Replaced by myself book-burning
Not biblical, just page turning
You taste a gram of my magics
Less spellbound, more addict
Hoping to find versions of me
We buried here so long ago
I'm...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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Fishmander
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 10:12pm
31st Jan 2023 10:12pm
All Systems Must Go
Jaded I am now trembling
Privately in turn fumbling
Tainted I gamble it all
Deceptively now trawling
Use me like a battery
Dial tone effortlessly
Confuse me in all your glow
Tombstone our calligraphy
Rewind mine, poor sympathies
Re-code these faulty delights
Divine chance telepathies
Brute-force my syntax, rewrite.
Privately in turn fumbling
Tainted I gamble it all
Deceptively now trawling
Use me like a battery
Dial tone effortlessly
Confuse me in all your glow
Tombstone our calligraphy
Rewind mine, poor sympathies
Re-code these faulty delights
Divine chance telepathies
Brute-force my syntax, rewrite.
#dark
#identity
#technology
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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Rianne
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 8:43pm
31st Jan 2023 8:43pm
Sanctum/ from Moth Halo
From ravines written withered within this heart
among driftwood an opening bleaching blue
floating fleeting motion
Speak now trembling tongues
Swallows fly from their nest
transformation awakens
leaving leaning
lulling each stream
diadem dew
nightly ghostly satin surface
anoints pristine beauty
Intoxication falls from my lips
Speak now birthing presence
I wear a diadem of dew
upon my silken hair
Let us find oysters
amongst the driftwoods
dive, kindle ...
among driftwood an opening bleaching blue
floating fleeting motion
Speak now trembling tongues
Swallows fly from their nest
transformation awakens
leaving leaning
lulling each stream
diadem dew
nightly ghostly satin surface
anoints pristine beauty
Intoxication falls from my lips
Speak now birthing presence
I wear a diadem of dew
upon my silken hair
Let us find oysters
amongst the driftwoods
dive, kindle ...
#dark
#universe
#shadows
48 reads
1 Comment
Nebulous
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 7:21pm
31st Jan 2023 7:21pm
The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
a storypoem of dark fantasy
****
On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,
and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,
the following tale passes parent to child,
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,
as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,
replayed to remember, not allowed to recede
from the collective recall of all...
a storypoem of dark fantasy
****
On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,
and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,
the following tale passes parent to child,
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,
as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,
replayed to remember, not allowed to recede
from the collective recall of all...
#dark
#children
#death #horror
#death #horror
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