Long Poems About Tragedy
#tragedy
THE DEVILS PLAYGROUND
My life is a carousel of nightmares.
This world is the devil's playground.
And he is the God of this world.
He sometimes has control over my thoughts
Bringing in depression and thoughts of suicide.
Ready to take my final ride to the afterlife.
Not serving much of an earthly purpose.
I've always had a self destructive attitude in life.
For years everything seems to be going as foreseen.
Then, Bamm.
In an instant It's turned into shit.
Yes, i have fucked up.
Possibly lost 2 jobs within minutes of each other.
I fucked up...
This world is the devil's playground.
And he is the God of this world.
He sometimes has control over my thoughts
Bringing in depression and thoughts of suicide.
Ready to take my final ride to the afterlife.
Not serving much of an earthly purpose.
I've always had a self destructive attitude in life.
For years everything seems to be going as foreseen.
Then, Bamm.
In an instant It's turned into shit.
Yes, i have fucked up.
Possibly lost 2 jobs within minutes of each other.
I fucked up...
#love
#dark
#tragedy
#suffering
#hurt
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Soul Purpose.
Edgar In-gen-U-i-ty.
Edgar Allan Poe.
American
Writer
Poet
Critic
And editor,
But,
Best known for his evocative short stories though.
"The Fall of Usher."
"The Tell-Tale Heart."
And
"Nevermore."
A major figure in the world of literature,
Highly influential,
All over the world.
Considered 2 be the inventor
Of the detective fiction Genre,
Without him,
Who...
Edgar Allan Poe.
American
Writer
Poet
Critic
And editor,
But,
Best known for his evocative short stories though.
"The Fall of Usher."
"The Tell-Tale Heart."
And
"Nevermore."
A major figure in the world of literature,
Highly influential,
All over the world.
Considered 2 be the inventor
Of the detective fiction Genre,
Without him,
Who...
#gothic
#tragedy
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The Tragedy of the Goddess Irkalla

#love
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
#tragedy
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Modigliani Love
without her lover
she had no desire
destroyed by his death
wondering why bother
dead before his time
she was left alone
nine stories up
tears in her eyes
a baby in her belly
and sweet memories
turned to knives
cutting her tie to life
heavy rain, loud...
she had no desire
destroyed by his death
wondering why bother
dead before his time
she was left alone
nine stories up
tears in her eyes
a baby in her belly
and sweet memories
turned to knives
cutting her tie to life
heavy rain, loud...
#love
#tragedy
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Yellow King, Red Queen
- Yellow King, Red Queen -
It was the illumination of the sun, so very small upon the distant horizon, that cast the patterns of the sky in colorful hues befitting of the hours of the dawn... as its' bright rays struck firm the clouds whilst the last vestiges of the nighttime fled before them. Upon the watery planet Rahab, there existed a vast and trackless woodland bordered by swamps and wetlands, fed by a great river that let out into a very mighty sea. It was not the only one of its' kind, that land, nor was it the most dark and dismal... but it had a certain bit of uniqueness...
It was the illumination of the sun, so very small upon the distant horizon, that cast the patterns of the sky in colorful hues befitting of the hours of the dawn... as its' bright rays struck firm the clouds whilst the last vestiges of the nighttime fled before them. Upon the watery planet Rahab, there existed a vast and trackless woodland bordered by swamps and wetlands, fed by a great river that let out into a very mighty sea. It was not the only one of its' kind, that land, nor was it the most dark and dismal... but it had a certain bit of uniqueness...
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
#tragedy
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The Blood of Kalaborea: Part II

#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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The Blood of Kalaborea: Part I

#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Ancient Memories Part III: The Elemental Wars
- Ancient Memories Part III: The Elemental Wars -
It had been some time since we took the throne of the galactic empire and made it our own. Or had we merely remade a thing that already was ripe for change? It was difficult for me sometimes to try to adjust to my new role... I had not ever been so laden with responsibilities before, but also I had never known so many comforts. Even so, on certain nights I could not sleep easy... and the nightmares in all such hours would begin to stir, manifesting in forms I had not anticipated. On this night, it did seem as if the whole world...
It had been some time since we took the throne of the galactic empire and made it our own. Or had we merely remade a thing that already was ripe for change? It was difficult for me sometimes to try to adjust to my new role... I had not ever been so laden with responsibilities before, but also I had never known so many comforts. Even so, on certain nights I could not sleep easy... and the nightmares in all such hours would begin to stir, manifesting in forms I had not anticipated. On this night, it did seem as if the whole world...
#conflict
#war
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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never satisfied

#lion
#nature
#tragedy
#suffering
#hypocrisy
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NAMELESS
The voice wouldn’t leave my ear. Why wouldn’t it go?
Every dark corner I turned the voice reappeared, haunting me every step of the way.
It was never silent.
Just WHY wouldn’t it go?
Each step I took I sunk further and further, no escape in sight.
It was the same every day, an endless cycle.
And this is what it’s always been for as long as I can remember…
My parents, my friends, all say that they care. Do they?
The answer is no, they all think I’m insane. Am I?
I guess you would think the same...because I almost forgot that you’re probably just...
Every dark corner I turned the voice reappeared, haunting me every step of the way.
It was never silent.
Just WHY wouldn’t it go?
Each step I took I sunk further and further, no escape in sight.
It was the same every day, an endless cycle.
And this is what it’s always been for as long as I can remember…
My parents, my friends, all say that they care. Do they?
The answer is no, they all think I’m insane. Am I?
I guess you would think the same...because I almost forgot that you’re probably just...
#anxiety
#hate
#dark
#tragedy
#despair
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The Email
Talk about internet trolls. Today is the fifth anniversary of the fire and I get this totally sick email.
Thinking Of You, the subject reads.
A bit odd, but I open the email anyway, despite not recognising the name of the Sender. I gape. Is this someone's idea of a joke? Or am I dreaming? No way would a normal person write a message like this:
I passed you on the street the other day but you didn't recognise me. Your name is Gavin Montgomery and you're twenty-three-old. Your parents live in Doncaster and they have one other son who's a couple of years...
Thinking Of You, the subject reads.
A bit odd, but I open the email anyway, despite not recognising the name of the Sender. I gape. Is this someone's idea of a joke? Or am I dreaming? No way would a normal person write a message like this:
I passed you on the street the other day but you didn't recognise me. Your name is Gavin Montgomery and you're twenty-three-old. Your parents live in Doncaster and they have one other son who's a couple of years...
#mystery
#tragedy
#risk #fear
#risk #fear
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The Dark Fires Of Miss. Saigon (Act III of Act III)
My love my whispers are getting faint to speak
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
The demons’ fog swirls and circles my feet
Obscuring my sight, my war for freedom is getting weak
Torrents of pain, silenced voices, weary faces without names
Sacrifices of blood on the pentagram of pain
Blackness comforting the steps of my feet
The stench of humanity’s disobedience, roasting in a lake of fire as consecrated meat
Death in my disgraced dishonor birthed in the name of love
The passage of the abyss is narrow I tarry in...
#love
#suicide
#UnrequitedLove
#tragedy
#despair
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Tragedy