Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

See me , read me , see me lie , if a picture "speaks "volumes , that voice i deny , ego protruding , blaring
insecure , best foot forward ,to be misunderstood. presenting next profile comment if you would.....

Fear has made men weak,
For when the bleed,
Thier bodies reek,

Deep within my soul,
i felt it grow,
into a shallow hole.



Quoted litany,
forsakes my darkened growls,
fears and woes,
blood red
the moon now glows

chorus
lock your children up for fright ( why worry)
nightmares do come out at night (see the trash can)
terror wanes before first light (the needle pin prick)
the angels passed befor my sight (and wont come back)



verse
Fenrirs teeth inside my mind force galliards umbral craze,
shadow bands revealed haunt all my darkend ways,
oblate occultaions oppose my crinos phase,
Homid mind receeds leaves hate filled black hole haze.

Synodic transit, progress metamorphosis,
Lunas gibbious light posses my changing might,
pain of shedding skin i gleam a sharp toothed grin,
omicron the sage feel all my graben rage.

Is it real to try to steal, revenge is my pet it helps me heal, but not for the purpose you think i feel, just an obssesion, in my own just reality, i know its wrong, to feel so strong, against the one that takes you back from an attack, immensly felt forgiven has dealt, its punishments due, your not so true, i'd like you to see that now im not free, if you had a heart it would fall apart, because you have no care for whom you scare, its only me left with the wounds, forever searching for an escape, one final word it is called rape!...

I certainly look forward,
to the garou's world of darkness,
its future supplements,
of the wyrms expansion upon us.



The politics appear we realize, we need defences,
the royalty and friends take advatage of our sessions,
they started with recruting shadow lords, and violent elders,
the rumbles of claw to claw, renown with no exceptions,
devastate black spirals befor there close inseptions.

We'd like to take this time to give the competition thanks
So the people in my ranks got a chance to use their shanks
We'd like to take this time for the competitions aid
Cause I finally got a chance to test my new razor blades
We'd like to take this time for the competitions heist
It was useful in the usage of my quarterless floodlight
We'd like to take this time to give the competition praise
For donations of dental records after I set to blaze
As long as the competition knows that we're still here
And allow us to chance with advance the study of bacterial warfare
And thank y'all for being so up in my buisness
And help me to develop a way to commit crimes without a witness
And the competition knows I know that they ain't coming clean
So I perfected the work and angular release of my guillotine
And vitalize my thesis of the effects of strictning nicotine
On a human frame with an armor pleaded bloodstream
And I'd like to thank the competition for being liars
When they claim they protect the sire
But weren't able to borrow my intro with two black gloves and a yard of piano
wire
The superficial, metamorphin their bodies to pixel
Tryna lose me cuz they know I go for gristle
This will eventually run its natural course
And the weasels who ram-skin in the house of the lords
Us, the cannon-ball crushin misguided angel
Bent on performence in the symbol of our label
It's simple, the cradle to the grave and so fourth
You've heard other speaches by those breaching the default
Sea-Salt, Eye of Newt, Horn of Bison
I've sworn allegiance to the league of striking lightning
We fall when we choose and confuse you with patterns
The legend of the two who induced you like Dragons
We strike like swooping Gargoyles of Saint Catherine
Im taking parts of hard earned parts unimagined
It happens, when lacking a variety of guidance
The good ones die young and dive in to the silence.


enter the uncensored sensor of lord magenta
a member of mensa doctor mind bender
middle earth fabric tearer like ??
my crushed velvet cape drags through the quicksand
and long last and scribe masters with poisonous penmanship
summer equinoxes and winter solstices shift liquid land
i lift my crooked hands and orchestrate
the blatent containment of force so florescent
youre surely asking for your melting pot
to be a meeting spot
for contaminate contestants
even nostradamus couldn't predict these Nosferatus
with advanced sharpened lance and pierce you

We Rage Apocolyse is now
in war we rend and tear,
spill guts across the ground.

where do i begin... i dont know where i will end , i can c that far but dont c at all! my life is in a wreck , from livin n a shack 2 a more stable secure disfunctional home, im grown but still feel as a child, mayb im a adult stuck n my past times , my adolesence !! but the penitentary got the best of those years, even my freedom comes with the price of eyes that never sleeps & watches me... miserably i feel the shackles still bound to me. my world is in shambles & confusion everywhere, i am blinded but i still c clear! the ground clapse beneath me , due to lack of structure but my mind is solid, my foundation is set n stone... but the possibility of stability is just a mere state of illusion!!!

have u evr seen a rose cry? its strange wen u witness a butterfly die... innocent infants tears, smiles, laughs , deaths, life, fears!!! i feel the current from the waves pulln me under, i am drowin while starein at a rainbow... i began to break down, the sky is black & the moon is red, the blood begin to drop from the clouds as it blinds my vision, minds intuition sets in as i hear screams of the bugs beneath my skin!!! i am a tortured soul!!! fire breathes on my flesh as the heat engulfs me, my insides bleed . every part of me is set ablaze as intincts takes place! i am hell bound.... stuck in my own imprisonment!!!!

I hate a cold rain.
Like I hate pain in
My heart.
Damn! I hate those
Air conditioning drops!
Worse then a cold dead cat
lying in the street.
Damn it!
I hate a cold rain.
frigid like my ex- girlfriend.
I hate a cold rain.

Copyright 2011 John Yona DAVIS

King of thorns,
On your throne,
Judging us,
So alone.

With your pain,
You laugh at mine,
So high and mighty,
Regal , fine.

Isolated,
With all your things,
On your throne,
The king of kings

Walking the streets he searches for a thrill,
Listening to the heartbeats, he’s waiting for a kill.
He could have any of them, but he wants one who will be a challenge,
One who takes skill,
One who he can chase make the dead blood in his veins race,
One to seduce , who will later beg for him to take that bite,
He smiles into the night.
He walks past the clubs, and sees party girls and thugs,
Drunkards singing in the pubs, and whores selling themselves from the corner of each street, he licks his lips, just like pieces of meat.
But he hasn’t found her yet, he searches still,tonight is a special night, he wants one who will put up a fight, to succumb to his will.
Because it’s his birthday, and he feels 21 even though many centuries have gone since he turned that age and turned to the night, since he last saw sunlight.
Then he smells her, down a side street, so sweet, she is in some smokey cafe, he can feel the jazz , can taste the beat.
He walks in , sits at the bar, she’s in the back, dressed all in black, a cynical eye on the stage, a book in one hand, the other playing with a loose page. He orders a drink, a bloody mary, send it to that woman, he says with a hundred dollar bill slipped to the barkeep, who’ll keep it from the till.
A moment later, the drink is back,“I don’t drink” says a smoky voice, “but thanks for the thought” next thing he knows, she’s half way across the floor, nearly out the door, but he’s next to her in a beat, he follows her onto the street.
“want to get something to eat?” all he wants is her meat, human food makes him sick, but that’s not the point. He takes her to some fancy joint, dark enough to pretend to eat, and not be caught.
He knows he is attractive, and not many can fight his deadly will, but still, she resists, and makes him beg for every word. While she sips lemonade out of a chilled wine glass,
Hours pass, he wants this night to last, but he’s so hungry, so he decides it’s time,
to get her somewhere alone so he can dine on that fine human wine.
They leave the bar, and head to a hotel, it’s not far.
She smells of innocence, jazz and perfume, soon she’s undressed on the bed in the gloom .He takes her neck, sinking his teeth into that sweet flesh, she tries to scream but like a dream no sound comes out, and he takes and takes till she can take no more, leaving her pale and spent, dying on the floor. He pulls on his clothes, he’s out the door, he feels no remorse, no sadness, no shame, she served her purpose, it was a fun game. He takes to the night, searching for another bite.
He never even knew her name.

From Beyond


Haunting echoes of horrible screams on this cold night

Tingles from moans, groans, and never ending fright

Faint distant cries to ear splitting evil incarnate tones

Rattling chains and creaking of ancient long dead bones


Lost in catacombs corridors ripped right out of time

Caught and held captive, witness to murderous crime

Sleepless dead patrol this night of desperate screams

Confusing reality with thoughts tangled in your dreams


As forces of good and evil fight battles to their death

Uttering their one last gasp with their dieing breath

Horrid illusions so vivid that a mortal may scarcely see

Monstrous misshapen shadows from a dream we can't flee


Tiny tinkling clanks to a heart freezing thunderous roar

Sealed in an eerie tomb as by torch light we're to explore

Haint's screaming insanely making desperate confusion

Searching wildly for an exit lost within this mindless illusion


Baffled and bewildered in the still air thats as cold as ice

Tortured souls burning in this maddening hell paying the price

No mortal knows the words to speak that may just save his heart

In the depths of confusion human conscience gets torn apart