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Poems about Dark
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You've let her down. / The two foot drop of her heart, / and her silent whisper shall drown / whilst her neck's torn apart. / Your fingers prick / at her faded flesh, / and let the blood drain quick, / and let her quietly thresh. / Her hea
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I am an actress. / I can hide my feelings / My thoughts, / My emotions. / I can paste a fake smile / On my face. / I can act happy / And carefree / I can do all those t
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Captured in the shadows, / Shadows of tormentor / Not temptation / I fear my salvation / Portrayed in the burning hay / / Time has come,
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So long ago when I was nine, there was a place that chilled my spine. / A towering wooden ark stood beacon to my youthful scare. / For year
by Enoq
604 words, 13 comments,
on Nov 2 10:27 PM. In Angst, Dark, Life, Nature, Rhyme, Friendship, Childrens, Family, Imagery
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A DEMONIC NIGHT / / (Based on a True Story) / Most of what I wrote is based on things my brother t
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Peeling wallpaper in both sides / the musty scent of lavender / hits me again / I shivered / crying in pain / Darkness bathed the surro
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My place of retreat / When my strain takes its toll / Is in the patchwork of fields / Which settles my soul / Amongst the mounds in the lan
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The peasants lined up for food in Warsaw. / Their faces were sad, their postures shrunken. / Their misery grated on two soldiers, / who ord
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Beneath the skeleton tree / I lie / dead,cold ,consumed in my own misery / Beneath the skeleton tree / the mourners dance / 13 mourners cry
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/ I feel opened / exposed with a sternum spreader / you've left me on bypass / played table tennis with my heart / you told me you needed to be covered in me / and cutting my flesh was the fasted way / so now I'm floati
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In the dark / crucified by your dark nails / my body / hung breathless in your arms / / Tortured, bruised ,lifeless , / a desperate cr
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I sit in this wooden box of my mind / This box carefully crafted by tose wise to the world / Shaped by careful rod and club / No creativity they say just work and nothing more / Get good grades and a job that pays / Why doodle on paper when you
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Leaves / It’s strange the way leaves / Fall on the ground / The way they make creaky sounds , / I make my way to the dead lane / Full of le
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Do you see her, alone in a corner / Of a cliché public school? / Do you see her poorly hidden wounds / Feeling like a fool? / With three mo
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Once upon a yesterday, there was a lost child, / Who, underneath the threats, was a soul so mild. / / Her name was Dunsany, dysfunctional,
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This is how my life was at the age of 16.It's like a page from a diary .
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She's faceless as a river's bones / Haunting in the night / Eyes of mist piercing unknowns / Searching for the right / And in a dungeon, ti
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Trapped in a blanket of blues and grays, / Imprisoned. / Unfeeling, unreal, undead. / Where everything is a nightmare of nothings, / Floating..it's more than hurt / More painful than knives, / Absent of joys or sorrows, / An endless lake of
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/ Before the sunset / We were lovers / Burning in the earthly inferno / Before the sunset / We were the others / Chained together / Behind
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/ She came softly towards me / Did she or didn’t she ? / I took her hand and flew high / Down or above the sky ? / Mortal am I ,mortal wil
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Little laugh rolling by, / All she wants is just to die, / / Little giggle slipping through, / Cut is all she wants to do, / / Little cackle moving in, / What she does is a sin, / / Little sound is all she makes, / As her life, the
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I can clench my fist so my fingernails cut me, / I can bite so my teeth get all chipped. / I can say these words to no one at all, / I / can cease / to exist. / / I can exhale so forcibly my head starts to spin, / I can run and run until
by mr backwards
200 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 5 1:15 PM. In Life, Nature, Weird, Wierd, Suicide, Spoken, Hate, Rage, Dark, Sad, Anguish, Pain
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as i sit and think of all my pain. a sudden thought pops out so plain. a simple tool is needed to help me suceed, a simple cut to make me bleed. simply enough i have no fear, / to help make me eventually dissapear. / / simple facts, simple acts, so
by screamochic17
74 words,
on Oct 4 7:44 PM. In Angst, Dark, Life, Personal, Rhyme, Weird, Perception, Anguish, Hate, Rage
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Cigarette between my fingers / The smell wraps around my fingertips / Reiking of tobacco / I'm stuck in a small room / Writing useless words that get me nowhere / Writing is relieving something inside of me / The words reflect a physical feeli
by joeslime
56 words, 2 comments,
on Oct 1 10:00 PM. In dark
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A youthful aspiration- / in the hand of a society, / stifled and confused- / by unethical propriety. / A once exuberant dream- / has been t
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Sun split are the lips of this tired soul.
Too young yet too fly but too old to grow.
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