EXIST NO MORE
what if this is how we will end
Bashing
you say you want us but you lie you say you like us but you lie you say we are everything but you lie you say we don't understand but you lie you say we are bitches but you lie you say we are inferior but you lie you hate us that is the
heroin girl
disable the mind heart suffering and out of time she cares not about anyone just got to have something to feed her vain she crawls through satans feet digging at her face her life is not her own where is an angel when you need one she loses it includ
king of darkness.
for some a weird fairytale, for other's a nice mythological poem. without causing harm to them who truly believe. I am a fan of history and mythology,religion and psychology. with this poem i try to give the question if the desolated one is a prince then who was the king of darkness, never the less it is a root line in this poem, I did not wan't to stir up anti-religious propagenda... but thanks for reading
isolation.
the name says it all, isolation. the deeper man comes in dreams the better they develop their imagination. though this poem is suposed to be a helping hand in leaving worries or sorrow. fear is a small motivator and a big demeanor, when not banned properly. thank you for reading
Necro-Phobia
I like Walking Dead Movies. What can I say.
will always remember
will always remember the days we shared the times we had through good and bad will always remember the look you had when you were mad the look when you did bad will always remember the days you shook me when I didn't do something
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The Black Highlighter
It was a dark and stormy night. I was walking alone by myself. I stepped on something dark. It was a black marker. This marker however, was no ordinary marker. It was a black highlighter. A few minutes later, (after I picked up the black highli
When it Stops Turning
We creep towards our destiny with futures bright as sun whilst ever-present loneliness binds us tight as one a generation lost at sea like many gone before a generation’s ecstasy veils thinly wanting more a whirling pool of stagnant hate of
Time to see!
Who controls and who holds sway, who makes the rules and who leads the way, there's always a leader in every clan, who creates and directs every plan, and all would follow, the weak, the meek, be shown the way to what they seek, and they do bel
none of the above
darkness the night is here. light never more. the face of black is in front of you. wich way? the head turn reveals nothing. one step could lose you. one step could you find light? the fright of the unknown consumes you. do yo
another one
i spend my days walking through a haze and at night i have to fight to dream some happy dreams so noone hears my screams screams of fear screams of hate screams of you and of my fate
This World Of Madness
Surrounded by darkness and obscurity I grope the air to touch reality But instead of feeling the wanted security I'm forced to endure life's brutality The days and nights come and go Yet still I'm begging for this pain to cease But instead my
wordless conversion.
they who say it the most, show it the least. Charity from all around, but out of a jar. given back in the hands of the poor. there's a man in the dark. playing the tones of fear. though his harm are the birds whispering dawn near. the rebirth a
canopy
Old hotel, snapped. Shattered bridge smiting the absent roof, rails dropping wet, down comforters. Bales of smoke from the old car lot. Black wolves blacker outside the window at dusk. A woman, pothole-eyed, said she knew we we
resurrecting genesis
this poem is about the ancient lore of Summer. especially in mythology and religion. I discovered that in many ancient mythologies and modern religions the notion of something from above is almost present every time. I wanted to write a universal praise or verse in totall
unwanted(lyrics)
written for all the lost souls out there...including myself,very dark,and emotional...what else would you expect.
I HATE WHEN PEOPLE LEAVE
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They only smile for anarchy
My return to my dark roots...hopefully this means I won't have dark hair when I grow up :P
bird of prey
i lie on a bed of thorns waiting until im reborn fate has me warm i travel through the sky undiscoverd like the last of a swarm drenched from rain to feel the wind on my wings waiting for my everafter dream im the bird of prey
HATE!!!
I GAVE YOU THE WORLD...... I GAVE YOU A LIFE..... I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE!! I MADE YOU FCKN FLY!!!!! AND YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY??? I ROLLED IN PAIN.. BURNED ALIVE FOR YOU... AND YOU JUST WALK OVER ME??? AS THOUGH I DID NOTHING? WHAT DID I DO??
this way / wrong way
slivers of glass in my soul darkness rain haunting roads painful screams losing it all going deeper into the night no cars no people no lights this way wrong way return where you came from this way wrong way beware death awaits digging deep in the he
dogs day
im still waiting im still waiting im still waiting tired not sure what to do my life feels like its on fire im a time bomb ready to go off any moment anything can happen this is the time im immobile my heart has stoped its beat this is the dogs day
~Run~
Running away …. Running away!!! That’s all I’ve been doing!! You promised me so much, But it all just burst into flames. Like my burning soul , I cry out in sorrow! Destroy me, let me rest. Don’t let each day bring more suffering. STOP IT!!!
The Mirror
What do you see in the mirror?
run
daybreak starting pistol and off you go difference is this is life and so your run running through days, running through months and on into years running from fear she chased you all the way and then you awake so full of sweat you get
The End
I wrote this while I was in the hospital for treatment. Yes it's sad and dark, depressing, difficult to read- however, many can relate to the emotions that are expressed... for most of these emotions are too hard to physically express. Life is beautiful- when one is not blind to it.
Postcard from my heart
Sitting on a park bench. Nowhere to be, nobody to see. No one to share, no one to care. All alone in this world. All I have to do to pass the time is write another postcard from my heart. Send it to nobody in particular, and hope it neve
silver dust over blue sky
i just am
od'in on a full moon
fictional fun with a twist of reality in the mix.
I Give Up
I want to die I don't even care if i don't even say good bye. Just wanna fall into a deep sleep that I'll never have to wake up from So just hand over the pills or give me a gun cause this life I'm in is no longer fun. I've been hurt too much I
Turn the repeat off
wow. found this in my english folder from jr high.
8!
Just a wee rant about blind conformity.
CRYING OUT LOUD
very dark...very personal,a poem about loneliness,todays stuck up society,being single today..is a nightmare...i know.
Untitled War, Part One
I guess this is more of a scratchpad poem than something I should be posting as finished, but I don't want to lose it, and I haven't the time to finish it presently. The idea of nuclear war should scare anyone. We are at a point where humans are literally capable of destroying the ability for our planet to sustain life. I originally was looking to write an introduction for another poem I had written, which is a post-war setting, although reposting things I've written outside of CS is not something I do. Anyhow, it is what it is. Sadness.
my sad soul
i feel the bottom of the ocean in my hands drowning in the sea of sadness my heart without a pulse my my without a thought ifeel my pail skin dying my sad soul is my death as i jump the cliff and take it all
OH! DID "I" HURT YOU?
the result of your life,when someone you loved,plays you like a fiddle,sometimes people forget that everyone of us has a heart and feelings,i wrote this after i was dumped,i guess she really doesn't know how intense a poets mind is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
forgoten one
yeah! i write alot of dark poetry...but i still stay bright and cheery,the best pyscologist,is the one inside you! i wrote this after feeling depressed and hopeless.
So Sad
I don't know. I read some of madtat29's poetry, and made me feel awfully blue. You should check his poetry out. It's really good; but, be warned, it'll make you feel oh-so-bad.
Mask
i just wrote it when i was kind of depressed
Truth is in Pain
Pain is an honest feeling/emotion. but unfortunately for me, its been too frequent. this poem reflects one man in particular regarding the abuse I endured.