Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

There is a place in the Light, where i have never been.
I'm from a different place,where Darkness has no end.
A place i sometimes wish didn't exist, where they breed only the worse.
still, it's home to my loved ones, whose bloodline forever cursed.
See, i no longer reside there, only the strong have escaped.
But the strongest ones return, to keep their vow & accept their fate.
I must show the Lost what i have seen, we all deserve to see the light.
I no longer fear any pain, or death,for my loved ones, i'd give my life.
God's Angels are amungst my allies, & hunting demons, they are my prey.
Yes, i am a Demon Snake myself, but that's all going to change one day.
Analytical, my brain sees the bad sides, my heart only sees the better.
my ultimate offense and defense, because now they work together.
Still, there is a place i call Home, where i plan to finish what i start.
a place i can never truely escape, because this is a place in my heart.

I was born as a boy, but i will not die a man.
So ending in failure, has never been my plan.
Yet each day that passes, i feel like i should give in.
they label me a monster, born only from mom's hatred & sin.
If i must forsake my body, my heart & my mind.
As i continue to search for the REAL me, that i'll find.
I age backwards, from the very end... to my start...
i'm not human like the rest of you...
... i am the Embodiment of True Art.

I'm manic depressive & i hate waking up.
Self-medication can be dangerous, but so what?
Paranoid of all people, perhaps a problem with trust.
as the love in my heart, scatters away like dust.
i would play all alone, because i don't have real friends.
everyone i ever trusted, where from my own make pretend.
Yesterdsay i was helpless & today i am so weak.
I've been sober from 3 days, but will relapse in a week.
My outsides still breath, but my insides are almost dead.
no regrets from my actions, or the words that i've said.
my children are Angels, but their daddy is a Beast.
I can't walk them to school, i eat their friends on the street.
I've been a Monster, bred amungst the elite,
like those under your bed, when you are asleep.
Even under the Sun, I dwell in the Dark.
To you, it may seem wrong, withing me it feels so right.
some vow to protect the daylight, i'd die to protect the nyght.
The good of my sooul, no longer exist.
This message is ART... & sealed with a kiss.

Her Love is my Motivation,
My Art is Her inner soul...
With a brain of innovation,
to maintain balance & control.
I'm a slave to a Jealous Angel,
that lives inside of my heart...
She is the VERY reason why,
I speak so much about the dark.
Is my Angel real? or just make pretend?
Is she my enemy or is she my friend?
Is she here to attack me? or help me defend?
Is she my beginning, or will she be my end?
Does she know how much i adore her?
or does my Monster even care?
i promise never to replace her with another
she is all mine & i don't share.

WE LIVE WE DIE, BUT LIFE ,OH LIFE WHY SO WHY , AND NOT SO , WHY SOME FLY THE KITE SO HIGH, SOME NOT SO HIGH ,WHY IS LIFE SO HIGH AND NOT HIGH ,WHEN WE DIE WILL IT BE ,IT BE LIFE AGAIN AND AGAIN ,ON TILL WE GET LIFE AS WE WERE NENT IT TO BE ,JUST A JURNEY AS WE GO BY BYE BYE , TERRY

Lost and found
Those that are lost
try to find a way homeward bound
No one is ever truly found
in a sea of many
If mankind were a dollar
a man is less than a penny

Often I lye and wonder why I've lost my smile
I wonder if the courage is still there to go on
I can bear no more
My knees hit the floor
And I pray for the day I find my smile again
Fly high into the sweet by and by
But first I must die
I tell a lie because I'm scared of the truth
The sadness I hide torturing more than a ride
with the devil in the deepest pits of hell
All that you see
Is but a shadow of what I once was or wanted to be
I'm a shell of illusion
Solid at sight
Yet dark as night in the fall

Over the moor
Gray dark sky
Wind sweeped
Gale force winds

Blow
Pounding icey rain
Chills the bones
Pounding
One body and soul

Pounding rain cold to touch
Ground swollen wet
Blizard drenched moor
Cold and bleak
Dark skies roar

Thunder clouds sail over bleak moor
Noise belows
Sweeps across dark skies
Over moors deep

Where once dry and skies blue
A hint of cold
Now turns eiry cold
Bleak is the moor

Isolated desolite
Alone darkness
Desends

We cause you deep sadness & we tear your world apart...
our name is the Faithless, whom dwell in your Heart.

We bring you to grief, & constrict you with lust...
we call ourselves Envy, as we gather like dust.

So when you feel angry or impacted with fear...
you can call us Temper, as we sing in your ear.

Why do you use? surely not because you choose,
because we are the sickness, that cause you to abuse.

But remember we are your friend, not enemy or beast...
we call ourselves Pain... we will bring you to Peace.

Let me paint you a little picture, so that you take your responsibilties alittle stricter, and maybe, just maybe your heart will become alittle richer, and inspire you to treat each other softer, let this be your new scripture. This is for all of you who cry at night, those you live each day in fright, and lose hope in finding the light, this is to let you know in the end you will be alright. You see there was this boy who was alittle different, and because of that everyone would greet him with torment, never having any friends, his days alone is all he spent, feeling like there was no where he was meant. Coming home everynight to his mom with cuts and bruises, not telling her of all the abuses, creating pointless excuses. She knew there was something wrong, cause his face was blank and acted like he didn't belong. He acted as if everything was fine, but deep down he was crying and thought the light would never shine ,one day at school some kids drew the line. Kicking him when he was down, he would look around, to see if there was any help, but all he saw was a crowd, and laughing was the only sound. That night he went to a place where he found a gun, asking God to take him in cause he was finally done, tears rolling off his face cause he felt he was a no one, and was tired of the run. He puts the gun to his head and said " Forgive me mom i love you, but this is no place, for someone who is already dead." Pulled the trigger hoping it was finally over, but miracously it jammed, Kneeling on the floor screaming why god why? am i damned? Not knowing what to do he went home again to see one more day through, the next night he took a rope and put it around his throat. Kicked the chair from under him, but the rope broke, and he finally realized the god has shunned him He went out into the kitchen and took out a knife shaking and crying hoping this would work and he looked up to god for him to finally show his worth. He felt something telling him to put down the knife so he did and finally gave up on ending his life. Days and days of more pain and suffering, he finally moved to a place where he felt like he was king, cause he found some friends who have stoped his crying. But the story is not just over, cause there still something riding on his shoulders.