ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 4:01am
21st Mar 2023 4:01am
Death of a Saint
I stopped in a forest for rest
A short respite from my taxing test
Tapestry of fate, my stitching is stressed
Braving foul foes amidst my glorious quest
Battered blades clash in exuberant dueling
The sound of steel sings, increasingly fueling
He is one with his sword, ultimate and ruling
The battle is his, and his efforts oh so grueling
His opponent lay dead, yet his honor he shan't taint
The noble knight met his fate, at the hands of "The Sword Saint"
His intentions are clear, the Saint's integrity is no feint ...
A short respite from my taxing test
Tapestry of fate, my stitching is stressed
Braving foul foes amidst my glorious quest
Battered blades clash in exuberant dueling
The sound of steel sings, increasingly fueling
He is one with his sword, ultimate and ruling
The battle is his, and his efforts oh so grueling
His opponent lay dead, yet his honor he shan't taint
The noble knight met his fate, at the hands of "The Sword Saint"
His intentions are clear, the Saint's integrity is no feint ...
#dark
#conflict
#death
#rebirth
#SelfReflection
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Mrblack616
MrBlack
MrBlack
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 11:17pm
20th Mar 2023 11:17pm
Friday the 13th
Camp Crystal Lake on this fateful day,
Echoes with the voice of death in his deadly way.
Oh Jason Voorhees, the legend of the night,
Spreading fear and terror in the pale moonlight.
His heart, colder than any winter storm,
His soul, like the darkest of shadows, a wicked, twisting form.
The very air around him suffocates with dread,
As he lurks and waits, in the place where the innocent have bled.
His machete, his trusted weapon, is cradled in his hand,
Blood-stained and deadly, a symbol of his...
Echoes with the voice of death in his deadly way.
Oh Jason Voorhees, the legend of the night,
Spreading fear and terror in the pale moonlight.
His heart, colder than any winter storm,
His soul, like the darkest of shadows, a wicked, twisting form.
The very air around him suffocates with dread,
As he lurks and waits, in the place where the innocent have bled.
His machete, his trusted weapon, is cradled in his hand,
Blood-stained and deadly, a symbol of his...
#dark
#death
#evil
#scary
#horror
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 10:32pm
20th Mar 2023 10:32pm
Cold Cock's Whistle
#dark
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CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 10:23pm
20th Mar 2023 10:23pm
Looking at Mad
At school today,whilst in my history class,and for the first time ever.
Our history teacher(Miss. Radical,we call her.)Talked to us about slavery.
Not Modern day slavery. But slavery of Ancient Africans.
And it was in my history class,that our teacher told us,
that many European countries were involved in the enslavement of Ancient Africans.
But it was the Portuguese, that started it,in the 1400's.
I really wanted to ask my teacher.
Why would anyone want to enslave
and steal from,rape and murder,another human being.
...
Our history teacher(Miss. Radical,we call her.)Talked to us about slavery.
Not Modern day slavery. But slavery of Ancient Africans.
And it was in my history class,that our teacher told us,
that many European countries were involved in the enslavement of Ancient Africans.
But it was the Portuguese, that started it,in the 1400's.
I really wanted to ask my teacher.
Why would anyone want to enslave
and steal from,rape and murder,another human being.
...
#dark
#lies
#evil
#suffering
#sacrifice
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Mrblack616
MrBlack
MrBlack
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 6:58pm
20th Mar 2023 6:58pm
666 The Devil
Behold, the time of reckoning is at hand,
as the Devil sends his beast with a wrathful command.
The number of the beast, six hundred sixty-six,
a human number, marking the end of all bliss.
In the darkest depths of my twisted mind,
I see the evil face that beckons me to its kind.
In the blackest of nights, the fires blaze,
as the chanters praise Satan's wicked ways.
Torches held high, crying hands to the sky,
the sacrificial ritual begins, as Satan's work draws nigh.
The number of the beast, emblazoned across their chest,
a...
as the Devil sends his beast with a wrathful command.
The number of the beast, six hundred sixty-six,
a human number, marking the end of all bliss.
In the darkest depths of my twisted mind,
I see the evil face that beckons me to its kind.
In the blackest of nights, the fires blaze,
as the chanters praise Satan's wicked ways.
Torches held high, crying hands to the sky,
the sacrificial ritual begins, as Satan's work draws nigh.
The number of the beast, emblazoned across their chest,
a...
#dark
#evil
#devil
#scary
#horror
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KrystalG
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 5:00pm
20th Mar 2023 5:00pm
Insane Brain
I used to always try to control my thoughts
It's processes
Like really hard
That was my determination
Now I see
The impossible
The brain is a complex thing
One cannot just simply control the thing
I cannot control it
I cannot control it
I see
I cannot fully
Control it
Otherwise in jeopardy
My body will be
When I try
When I feel sensitive to the stimuli
I get this crazy tingling in my brain
And if I let it
I know
It will truly drive me insane
It's processes
Like really hard
That was my determination
Now I see
The impossible
The brain is a complex thing
One cannot just simply control the thing
I cannot control it
I cannot control it
I see
I cannot fully
Control it
Otherwise in jeopardy
My body will be
When I try
When I feel sensitive to the stimuli
I get this crazy tingling in my brain
And if I let it
I know
It will truly drive me insane
#dark
#spiritual
#denial
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adagio
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 3:53pm
20th Mar 2023 3:53pm
Soundless Tweet
With gothic melodies, peat's dark hole
listing to twilight's pale shade
of the saplings chaffed wheat
and pallid hours, soundless tweet
a tempest within my ominous
sagaciously winging your soul,
cold blows the midnight songs
lurking the beast, in my am
in the ossuary, poetic reverie
rocking with Johann Bach
squeezing squeegee of death's breasts
giving me dickens nestled in your arms
listing to twilight's pale shade
of the saplings chaffed wheat
and pallid hours, soundless tweet
a tempest within my ominous
sagaciously winging your soul,
cold blows the midnight songs
lurking the beast, in my am
in the ossuary, poetic reverie
rocking with Johann Bach
squeezing squeegee of death's breasts
giving me dickens nestled in your arms
#dark
#vampires
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Mrblack616
MrBlack
MrBlack
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 3:16pm
20th Mar 2023 3:16pm
The Night
Oh, the night so dark and drear,
As the storm approaches near;
The wind doth howl, the trees do sway,
As the moon hides, and light gives way.
In this eerie, wicked, Satanic night,
Where shadows dance and vision blinds,
Dark forces within do rise and incite,
The dangerous ideas we're quick to find.
The air thick with mystery and intrigue,
A chill runs down the spine, deep within;
For in this Satanic, chilling league,
Old terrors, once thought lost, are born again.
The powers of the night gathered here,
In the...
As the storm approaches near;
The wind doth howl, the trees do sway,
As the moon hides, and light gives way.
In this eerie, wicked, Satanic night,
Where shadows dance and vision blinds,
Dark forces within do rise and incite,
The dangerous ideas we're quick to find.
The air thick with mystery and intrigue,
A chill runs down the spine, deep within;
For in this Satanic, chilling league,
Old terrors, once thought lost, are born again.
The powers of the night gathered here,
In the...
#dark
#evil
#night
#scary
#horror
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 2:20pm
20th Mar 2023 2:20pm
Corpse, Of Thorny Gorse
..as twilight shadows, Autumn eats its leaf
chafing the boughs of the gray tombstone
now rising scything the unfed dead
the corpse of the thorny gorse
dreams are for breathing and sleeping
no epitaphs of the acorns
tuning its sinister head.
chafing the boughs of the gray tombstone
now rising scything the unfed dead
the corpse of the thorny gorse
dreams are for breathing and sleeping
no epitaphs of the acorns
tuning its sinister head.
#dark
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Academic
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 11:47am
20th Mar 2023 11:47am
ENVY!
By Stanley Collymore
How can anyone either sensibly
or realistically believe that to
unilaterally, unwarrantedly
and so inanely bigotedly, personally
taking to quite horribly demonizing
and without a shred of evidence to
literally substantiate much less so
validate their spurious and clearly
unsubstantiated hostile, and also
invariably, collectively dangerous
and unbearable accusations that
someone, or basically numerous
persons, whom they subjectively
dislike or very vehemently abhor,
are in effect...
How can anyone either sensibly
or realistically believe that to
unilaterally, unwarrantedly
and so inanely bigotedly, personally
taking to quite horribly demonizing
and without a shred of evidence to
literally substantiate much less so
validate their spurious and clearly
unsubstantiated hostile, and also
invariably, collectively dangerous
and unbearable accusations that
someone, or basically numerous
persons, whom they subjectively
dislike or very vehemently abhor,
are in effect...
#jealousy
#hate
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
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Academic
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 10:54am
20th Mar 2023 10:54am
Can't the Windsors do anything without it turning into a PR exercise?
By Stanley Collymore
Charles at 74 years of age
himself is mourning on
mother's day 2023 his
dead 96 years old mother Liz
who, by any definition of the
term, and which also is very
clearly, logically, and rightly
so understood by everyone
other than the cravenly, so
pathetic, quite distinctively
mindless also sycophantic
monarchical serfs and the
surfeit, of unquestionably
likeminded and evidently
significantly, intellectually
challenged ones was too
undeniably, a thoroughly
lousy...
Charles at 74 years of age
himself is mourning on
mother's day 2023 his
dead 96 years old mother Liz
who, by any definition of the
term, and which also is very
clearly, logically, and rightly
so understood by everyone
other than the cravenly, so
pathetic, quite distinctively
mindless also sycophantic
monarchical serfs and the
surfeit, of unquestionably
likeminded and evidently
significantly, intellectually
challenged ones was too
undeniably, a thoroughly
lousy...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
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adagio
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 5:22am
20th Mar 2023 5:22am
Cold Blows The Wind
..as demons of my mind tweak
death's catalytic converter
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
masquerading midnight shade
with scar tissue balsamic red
listening to the caribou
of old beards and the dead
gnawing on the sawbones
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
whispering, cold blows the wind.
death's catalytic converter
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
masquerading midnight shade
with scar tissue balsamic red
listening to the caribou
of old beards and the dead
gnawing on the sawbones
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
whispering, cold blows the wind.
#dark
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