Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,489)

Pouring a cold glass of death
With not much time left
Sitting in the dark I welcome
Death with a f*ck you and hard shot
Of vodka. .I sit bleeding I laugh to my self
If your coming death I won't be easy
For I don't have knowledge of fear

Years ago
I walked past
What my eyes
Should have seen.

Did they?
Could they?
Perhaps a visual
My mind wanted
To simply pass by.

Now the radar goes off
All I want is to know
That convex thought
~
Gripping root as it grows!

~Bentlee~

Tento me conter, para não mais fazer
tais ações, que me façam arrepender...
pois há duas medidas,que lutam pela minha vida,
eu tento entender....
A razão do ser, a emoção do viver
que me faz escolher ,ser ou não ser a questão
vem de você...
A razão e emoção,por uma mesma objeção
não fique em cima do muro,escolha sua opção,
razão e emoção,mas prefira a razão pois vem do coração
não seja tolo meu irmão , a emoção não tem razão seja
esperto então,oh
A razão do ser a emoção do viver que nos faz escolher ser ou não ser
a questão vem de você oh
Razão e emoção ,entram em confusão, pense duas vezes antes
para não chorar então,escolha sua razão que vem do coração
tome sua decisão ,não escolha a emoção ,que muitas vezes
nos levam a difíceis correções...
A razão do ser,a emoção do viver,ser ou não ser a questão vem de vc...

It's like I go out all I see is clowns while I'm spitting rounds around here
see who I gotta see cuz I won't be back for a whole year
get it dummy cuz guess what you might be next rip off your tee shirt leave you in the dirt next to that blond b*tch I met last week after I pulled up her skirt
shit is bent and can't be fixed like my brain mixed in a blender with some acid f*ck the bar we out shooting nerds it's absourd how many of ya niggaz is nerds don't get it twisted ya f*cken with water guns and we got ten toasters and a bisket that means we got 10 times more heat then you we ran out of stitches grab the glue and stab those bitches smack them in the face with a blond model keep it in full throttle I'm on top and I think I found a new hobby now nobody wants to find a blond body in their lobby the hooker from last night not again I'm off the walls and right then I started to get flash backs of last night
That b*tch wasn't a girl she was a dude so I took a slice at his Adam's apple I look around theirs blood all over I think I'm trippen
while I'm tripping over a stripper i reach for the sink and look up and see a monster in the mirror it couldn't be clearer the devil was coming out of me so I open the cabinet door to keep my head from bouncing off the floor
Then A bottle of Xanax falls off the top shelf this girl is shooting up and using my belt I open the pills and gobbled them down you lucky you weren't around to Wittness what happened next because you wouldn't be alive you would just be the next statistic wrapped up in plastic it's a disaster I'm sadistic

There are times when I'm inconsistent
When the world around me becomes to much
And my dreams come out to feast on me again
There are time when I'm hopeless
When I'm to lost to return home
And I don't need your comforting touch
I just need to be left alone
To sit quietly in the dark
Don't offer me a friendly hand
Nor a tender embrace of love
Just let me surround myself with shadows
And let them eat me whole
Don't try to save me
When I can't be saved
And keep your tender words for another day
A day when the tides of my heart have changed
And my soul flows the other way
But until that time, remember that I love you and your still the keeper of my heart.
But for the moment love is not my friend
And your tender touch and sweetest smile
Are like poison to my aching soul
So let me be
Let me sit alone in the dark
Let me find comfort in forgotten lusts
Let me bandage my heart with solitude
And dry my tears with time
I know that you'll understand
And I pray that you'll return
Because I long for when I can emerge from these shadows and once again cherish the smile glistening across your sweet tender face.

I do not belong here
I do not love here
The darkness is where I want to go
I want to be less than spirit
I want to be dead so I can be
emotIonless
And not feel a thIng
But I'm alive and it's a curse
And I feel more than ever
I want to take a knife and
End It rIght now
End whatever I thought I could
take
End whatever I thought I could
bear wIth
But no
I do not belong here
I do not love here
Whenever I try to fly I always fall
I cannot even stand on my two
feet
I want to go back
I want to go back
I dont belIeve In magic anymore
I dont belIeve In happiness or joy
those things are just stories
fairytales dont exist
I never had a fairy godmother
but now It dosent matter
If I had a fairy godmother I would
wish to die
because the best I can do here Is
lie
lie and betray and lose everyone
agaIn and again and again
I do not belong here
I do not love here
my heart does not belong to
myself
nor my friends
nor my famIly
nor anyone
all my heart loves Is the Idea of
me being dead
If I were dead
my heart could finally rest
rest from all the damage I have
done to myself and to everyone
else
I am a disgrace to everyone
a nobody
a liar
I do not belong here
I cannot stop lying
I cannot stop betraying
I cannot stop being myself
why can't I just join the damned
why does everyone expect me to
get better
this Is my faIth
It Is my destIny
to dIe
and contInue dyIng
why do I lIve
I cannot lIve
I do not belong here
I do not love here
I lIe to everyone
Life lIes to me
Life tells me the world Is beautIful
and everyone supports and cares
for me
lIes
all lIes
Life tells me that I have hope that I
can change
I hate Life
Life has always lIed to me just as I
have always lIed to everyone
hurt me more
kIll me more
the more I dIe,
the better
I do not deserve what Is gIven to
me
I was gIven a good school
a happy famIly
amazIng frIends
and talents
and I went ahead and I betrayed
them all
I lIed and lIed
and dIed and dIed
and stIll I want to dIe more
paIn Is what satIsfIes me
darkness Is my favourIte place
people say darkness Is damnatIon
but for me, It Is salvatIon
because around me there are so
many successes
and I'm the one faIlure
the world goes around every year
wIth no faIl
the mother bIrd takes care of her
chIcks wIth ease
the fIre burns the wood wIth
delIght
the darkness creeps Into my soul,
the most beautIful sIght
I wIll trudge on
on the path beaten out for me
I know where I'm headed so
there's no use warnIng me
I have no company
except for the screams of the past
and the callIngs of the future
I will never learn
so I continue to walk
walk on and I have come to accept
all Life has to give to me
I do not belong here
I do not love here

<MY THOUGHTS> like BEE GEES....

Thoughts were all that I had, I think I was mad ,because all those crazy times...My thoughts
that come when it wants, to turn into romance or just an insane world, it is only thoughts that drive me to deep hole or take me to the top, anyway it goes....
I know after all those times ,dont smoke cigarette or another stuff.... my girl asked me for a time,and she needs thinks and hope that I understand.....
Well now I think I must tell
all those words i have kept
I can´t bear anymore....Oh my
Thoughts were all that I had
I think I am mad for all those times passed, such thoughts that come and that goes, Baby please dont let me alone, without you is really down... my words are all I have, I think I am mad because all those crazy times, my words
are all that I have, that takes me to rest ,when I get excess. , my thoughts will never let me lone,
it always in my heart , untill I finally die

I feel....me. dark. morose. angsty. it is my life. it is my world. i live in a world where i shall find someone who can tolerate my angst and issues and all that it entails and can wrap themselves around it sealing it within themselves and essentaily taking me into themselves to blend into a perfect union. That will not end in tears and angst and issues of the mind but in a perfect serendipitous union of two minds that do not question the turning of the earth but dance with it to become a singularity moving in tandem with mother and her beautyful spin.

Welcome to America land of the cheap.
Where people are cattle and poison is free.
People judge others by color and hate
But we all bleed red and victims to fate.

You who sit in your puddle of filth
Judge a man with your presumptuous wealth.
Rising above the scum in the street
A man is nothing but mobilized meat.

The world is a ruin filled to the brim
With rotting people and hope that’s grim.
You feel nothing but the need for wealth,
Prestige and women and solid health.

But you who bleed the red of your fellows
Run around drugging and pumping the bellows
To the fire below that scorches your feet
And turns you into mobilized meat.

You who yearn for something more
Don’t even know what you’re looking for.
You are a man who judges another
But forget the forge that makes him your brother.

You are a liar, a fool, just a man
But you are also a part of a plan.
Strive forth and grasp what is yours.
Or leave for the streets to rot with your whores.

You have a choice: Money or life
But you choose money and abandon your wife
You children go hungry, they cry in their sleep.
But you my friend, will learn how to weap.

Weap when you’re handed the judgement of self.
Weap when you blame only yourself.
When guilty in blood you stand for the trial.
And shout “Dead Man Walking” along the Green Mile.




You will suffer and burn in pain.
You will never be released again.
Released to bring hell on your kin.
And wage the suffering you bring with your sin.

My id is a swirling fog,
Of infernal rage.
The temples built within echo
The ghostly chants of the long dead.
The fires breathe with the breath of wht is unseen.
The rocks glow with the heat
Of the primordial.
The fire-dancer spins and spins
For evermore.

Wander the mazes of flickering light,
The gates close with the turning of gears.
Mighty crags and canyons consume,
AS the soul may wander
With unquenchable thirst.
For what will never been sen by any
And, the eyes of the external.
Behold, the fun-house of fire.
Te fog of the blind and the deaf.
I seek the master key that unlocks the door.
I will battle the Leviathan that rules this mighty fortress.

But the keys to every door are spread like sand,
And I have not the will to open the chests
Of rotten oak that crumble at the lightest touch.
The fire dancer spins and spins
To block the way to mercy.

I wish to pull the core from
The hypno beast.
The whumpwhumpwhump of the flaming revolutions
Drive me to madness.
I beat my head against the rocks
To drive out the madness invading
like a parasitic cancer, the mocking grin stokes
the fires of my rage, dancer. I close my eyes
and allow chains of obsidian to pull me
into the burning Earth.
To be swallowed by that which consumes me
I am the great abomination.
The demon of Infernal Rage.