Last Edited Dark Poetry Poems (101)

After the disaster
my heartbreaks,
Simply struck
by a swan gliding
over Mirror Lake.
These are moments
I awake!
Surprising me passed
Time and Space.
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Megan's Story:



So this girl named Megan, she was sitting on a curb

Analyzing a life that she didn't deserve

She was born with no money, her dad was always on the road

Her mother cheating on her father with a man that he knows

You see Megan was a free thinker, she had a mind of her own

She was popular in school but couldn't help feeling alone

That was until she met Chris, he was the man of her dreams

You know a good looking guy, captain of the football team

See Chris knew the game, he had a plan in the works

But to get what he wanted she had to fall for him first

Started texting awhile, called her baby and love

He would say anything, it was a part of gaining her trust

Then one Friday night Chris hit up her phone

He said come to this party instead of sitting at home

She was never the party type but she would go out tonight

He said good put on your clothes I'll be over in five

When Chris got to her house, he called said he's outside

She left thru the window and went and hopped in his ride

He made sure he told her it wasn't a great part of town

But she knew she could feel safe as long as Chris was around

Before Chris got to the party, he was making a stop

He had an 8-ball he was fixing to cop

He rolled up to the crib, walked up to the house

Then four dudes in all black with ski masks jumped out

They grabbed Chris, put a gun in his mouth

They said where the f*ck she at? Bring her up to the house

Chris walked to the car, grabbed her hand and said come

She told him she was scared, he said there's nowhere to run

They got her in the crib, told her to sit in the chair

She started to scream help but you see Chris didn't care

This was all the plan, Chris owed them a debt

See he was robbed for a G now he's paying them back

They tied her hands together, duct tape over her mouth

Ripped off her clothes and started banging her out

She was looking over at Chris and Chris just turned his back

He knew it was either this or he would die for a stack

They didn't stop there, one dude had a knife

And he had no problem taking an innocent life

When they were done, they threw her into a van

They closed the door and untied her hands

Drove to the park, dropped her off in the grass

Ripped the tape off her mouth, got in the van and they left

They thought it was just a f*ck but they had no clue

That little Megan, well she could keep secrets too

Tho she had died that night Karma still had a plan

And it was about to bite every one of them men

Later that night Chris went back to the crib

Five cops were waiting, they already knew what he did

He got twenty-five to life, with a chance of parole

He got what he deserved cause his heart was so cold

But for them other dudes, they got life with disease

You see little Megan was living with HIV.




-Conspiracy-

Once upon a time, the world had ended, picture that within your mind, nothing , anywhere left to find, debris floating, in space and time, we did not exist, we were not here, so,,, what have we to fear? Face tomorrow, smile and say, I was here, I did not stay!

I listen to the loneliness of those that reside here, to hell with the world and all its fear, dont spend your time in contemplation, of what it could have been, you are all it was and all you could have been, tomorrow is not the beginning or all that you could have seen,, if it ends right here,, if it ends today, its what come what may, its not what you did and its not what you say! Over and out? or not?

Don't judge the picture. lol

It torturous feeling like you're doomed
long ago any faith was fully consumed
Hopelessness the state I'm drowning in
ponder if punishment for previous sin

When alone life can seem void of movement
this despicable existence made me indignant
Not sharing everyday life pains me most
doubt and despair take turns playing host

For inducing laughter I have a knack
'never' give with assumption of payback
Inside me beats a heart as BIG as ANY
desire to do for others surpasses plenty

My exterior doesn't mirror my inner feeling
undesirable thoughts rarely cease reeling
How people feel most don't care to hear
in every troubled soul lives crippling fear

Acting on beliefs presumes one mentally ill
humans a mistake you can never repeal

Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep

How can I make this up to you
An old woman called Gaia
I took from you all I pleased
More a robber than messiah
Finding a field full of treasure
A drink from your fresh brook
From the nectar of your bees
The honey made of your flowers
I washed in your cold streams
I dug into your fertile earth
Planting a vineyard of pleasure
I caught fish and trapped game
Cooking them over an open fire
I nourished my body, soul, and mind
Never once did I pay for a thing
Because you were everything to me
Everything I would ever need
Now I look back and wonder
Whatever happened to my plunder
For now it is my turn as well
To give back as well I can
But there is nothing left asunder
Just a life that has perished
When all such life so flourished
Now only the orange smoke haze
Drifts over darkened charred remains

Chaise à capuche mort

Une fois conçu par un Français,
Il a été empreint d'une malédiction,
Sur un minuit équinoxe,
Agent de la Mort sur son chemin avant de s'immobiliser,
sur la chaise à capuchon 13, il était assis,
et a laissé une partie de sa magie quand il a quitté,
brusque lorsque le propriétaire a volé un coup d'œil,
Il prit la figure d'un cambrioleur,
Et il est allé rapidement à la présidence de l'inspection,
Ne trouvant rien à être endommagé, il test,
en restant assis sur cette chaise à capuchon maudit,
Un silence de mort se remplissait en l'air,
Son humeur a changé de façon spectaculaire,
Un sentiment de catastrophe pressentiment sur son visage!
Il savait que son temps sur la terre a augmenté,
Juste avant qu'il ne quitte le fauteuil à capuche seul,
Il posa ses outils sur son coussin de siège,
C'était une marque de l'un a démissionné,
Jamais à nouveau exercer son métier.
A noter qu'il a laissé à son épouse écrite,
LET NOONE s'asseoir sur cette chaise DAMM!
car j'ai vu repos de mort et placé sa main!
Aucun mortel ne vivra une quinzaine de jours,
si son corps lui assigne pour se détendre.
Il est décédé la semaine suivante,
Une caisse de serpents est tombé à côté de lui,
La cause de sa mort était poison morsure de serpent.
Sa veuve a tout quitté,
Bientôt un autre conte tragique aurait commencé.

être poursuivi. . .

"What do ghosts see in a mirror?"

Oak's underbelly.
where dreams appeal naturally
mom slipped from the crypt.


Oak's underbelly... (in the shade of an oak tree on a sunny lazy day)

where dreams appeal naturally...(be easy to fall asleep)

mom slipped from the crypt...(dreamt a lot about my mom right after she passed but she didn't know she was dead)