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Dark Poetry
I have always loved poetry and have done a great deal of writing. I am going to post some of my poetry and I would love to here what everyone thinks.
I would like to warn however my poetry is rather dark and can seem a bit violent depending on the poem. Many of them were written in the heat of some emotional moment, which is generally when some of the best pieces are written. I am open to all form of constructive criticism, but please no flaming. If you do not like my poetry, simply say so or say nothing at all. Nothing ever comes from making someone feel bad. Anyway I suppose I should start posting some of my poetry, I hope you all enjoy it! |
Sing The Sorrow
I'm feeling tired and sad today.
My soul has a fresh bloody wound and my old darkness has turned the sun black on the horizon. I want to cry, I want to scream, and I want to suffer just a little more. I'm feeling old and weak today. The dust of my mortal grave has been cast to the sea. I long for the black abyss below, but I am spread far to thin to sink. I just disolve and evaporate into nothingness... maybe its for the best. I'm feeling ill and a bit alone today. Lost in the sunlight and haze of this place and this life. Is it time to go? Will death come? Not by my own hand...I am not coward enough. So let me continue to wander, I have my shadow to keep me company. Is today an end, or a new begining? The death card and the star loom in the sky, but I cannot read them. Do I even want to? Do I care? Maybe on some strange level I do care. But not enough to let the durge end. I'll sing an Immortal requiem to the silence and the shadows. I'll call to all of my demons and embrace them one by one. I'll forsake those holy angel and turn my back to the light. The sky is gray today, my soul is darker still. My heart has grown cold once more, my blood has turned to dust. The feeling of death has retaken the throne, all light now refelcts the dark. A ritual of blood and bone to act against the flesh. To see the stars fall from the sky, and listen to them scream. The time has come. Lets watch them now. Closer as they fall. Can you see them bleeding dark the sin upon my soul? __________________________________________________ __ I wrote this poem one day at work while I was bored and people watching. It represented my feelings of stress at that point in time and my view of the ever constant monotony of my job. Please feel free to tell me how you interpret my poems! I always love to here what other people have to say. :) More poetry is on the way! |
The rapid decay of the people I love is astounding...I see destruction on the horizon and it is red like the blood on my hands. Nothing matters the way it did when I was a child. When things so simple and stupid meant the world to me. I crushed those fantasies long ago. Damn your happiness...what did you ever give me. I look out the window, and the night was blacker for the sin of your humanity. Spare me your sorrow, your low self esteem. Just because you can't cut it you cut yourself. Go then, perish, and make the world a little more pure. I wont be seeing your ghost...your soul died long ago. Stupid child...you thought the world was a story book. There are no princesses here...no knights to save you from the dark. Can you handle this? Does it make you wish for the end? If so, then leave...for wisdom is lost to your delusion. You scream that you hate me, You scream lost abandon, but you abandoned me the first time red crossed your wrists. I see the love in your eyes, But I cannot love you in return. For how can one love a shell, a husk? How can one love that which is hollow and blank. I offer no pity, I offer no resolve, you've lost that hope for you cast hope a side. Sit and weep, weep for that which you gave up on, weep for that which you never tried, weep forever into the darkness and fade from my heart...
___________________________________________ I wrote this poem as a wake up call to a friend of mine who was having some thoughts that were less then healthy. I was please to find that, though my methods were harsh the message got through. She got help and is a better person for it today. |
The reaper doth a moment lost upon the yellow earth, in time from which the light does pass the harrowed bloody mirth. An' unto the soil brought before the bleakest of the soul, a rose of white to bleach the heart of every rotten bone...
________________________________________ To be honest, I am not sure where this came from. It just kind of happened one day! Tell me what you think. |
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