Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,493)

when all around come to speck
when all is done, but not finished
then, the longer the eclipse last
the shorter the diamond shined
in this change of brightness
light will escape, the smoke no more
and, there, could be morning
could be night.

Her Eyes

WRITTEN BY Jennifer M. Muller

(Began August 25, 2003 at Monday 4:37 a.m.)

In the beginning he was so good.
He held her tight while making plans for a better tomorrow.
His rounded peach lips kissed her so passionately.
He loved her, adored her, and made her happy.
Her heart pounded and pounded for the anticipation of his arrival.
It “SEEMED” perfect.
But… Wait….STOP… right there!
I say this now because, that did not last long.
NO …. It did not last long at all.
Within months, her “Knight in Shinning Armor” turned into an unrecognizable monster.
He dragged her through the dirt; made her heart bleed.
“Her Eyes” were NOW blackened by her lover’s RAGE.
Her captor, made her beg for more pain and it was all she knew.
Indeed, she was made to believe that.
Sad girl she was; so sad, so lonely.
This flower; this princess was so unaware
That her TRUE soul mate was waiting patiently for her in the rafters.
This man she still knew or should I say this “sick little boy”.
Was making sure her self-esteem was next to nothing.
After, degrading her and breaking down her spirit,
He would utter pointless words that meant nothing to her now.
“I am sorry! Forgive me! I did not mean to do it!
She cringed when he touched her in “passion” for there was none left in her heart.
Love was replaced by disgust and hate, regret and pain, sadness and anger,
And yes in a way, there was fear.
She feared for her life, yet could not for some unforeseen reason let go.
She was unable to escape his torment.
But on ONE glorious day, her spirit awoke.
This was a part of her she did not even recognize, for it lay dormant.
Yet, it felt good to meet “HER” again.
A part of her “real” self came out to fight HIM,
She clenched her fists in his direction and with a grin on her face she screamed,
“You are NOT what I need!”
“You are not what I want!”
“You are NOT for me!”
“I have had enough!”
On that day he was rendered powerless.
He was thrown from the top of the hill into his own pit of sorrow and sadness.
He no longer had HER to abuse, mistreat, confuse, and defeat.
HE was now DEFEATED and she was… well… How shall I say this?
Her Eyes were finally opened and she was NOW FINALLY FREE!

Look down
You'll see a criminal
Look up
You'll see a god
Look right at me
You'll see yourself

Thunder and Lightning … Bang Bang
Your words sharper than a two-edged sword
Slice with precision and Ricochet around the sunlit room
Piercing my beating heart with each word

Whiplashing all sense of reasoning out of my brain
Trust and respect retrace their steps, slink away
Exploding memories crystallise into a million unimaginable colours
I turn to run and yet too stunned … I stay

Once unbridled joy now just an after thought
Flesh, blood, sweat and tears hurtle into darkest space
My mind’s eye stares … but cannot see …
My emotions cascading … but I cannot scream

You have decimated my very being …
And all because … you could

I need some Synchronicity
To have the possibility
Of finding out how I can see the light
The ones I want to talk to most
Are the father son and Holy Ghost
I need to know where I should be tonight.


So Christine take us by the hand
and lead us to the promised land
Of milk and honey love and light
So Nancy, Gina, Darren and Paul
Come with me I need you all
I need your energy to feed my sight.

But if you take my sanity
I'l be not where I want to be
I don't want anxiety and strife,
I want you all to take me there
I need you all, I know you care
And that's the bare necessities of life.

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And for this presentation!,
For all this mad frustration!,
For this price - kindly be seated in this room!, -
And the good for nothing!,
That all made us something!,
Only to march to a different tune!, ---

-- And being alone,
It's not all that bad?,
Sometimes being sad,
Sometimes glad, ---

And for the servants that are serving you wine!,
All dressed in white!,
Wearing crooked smiles!,
Perhaps its medication time - again?!, -
Always want!,
But never need!,
Fall hard!,
But land on your feet!,
Only to march to a different tune! ---

-- And being alone,
May I speak bold?,
Rarely warm,
Mostly cold, --

Perhaps I'm speaking way to soon?!,
As you're not really so alone here!,
In this room?!,
Maybe love is not that far away?!, -
But who am I to even tell?!.
To tell such madness?!,
Unless you've been to Hell?!,
So many times we've all been there!, ---

--And being alone,
Motionless, but we knew?,
And the game remains the same,
Only to march - to a different tune, ----------------

Knowing not whence the life, my life the bet
As if the Gods against me some bet twas set
Their presence absent, and their silence met

And all I knew each moment would quake
As each rattling bone's motion to move to ache
With Feeble mind and a cognitive delay
That I could be or not be the example that day

Whether to children, friends, family, or foe
I'd seek to inspire that we'd all learn and grow
Yet each movement a bribed stance to the call
I'd make with the movement from the bedroom to the hall

And with wobbly motions I'd make my way
Eyes set on the prize, a few more feet I'd say
A Crowning glory in all its repose
I see the chair for which my longing grows

And one-then-one then one-more-push of fate
A movement daily I'd grow to hate
As children, friends, family, and foe
Might rush in to greet me cause they know

How happy it makes me, that sparkle in their eye
As they scurry with laughter and their languaged sigh
Then poof tis gone, someone elses memory at best
I sit here alone as usual, my breath caught to rest

as I pray my escape for sleep or death quick: with sigh,
A troubling daily routine living here, with this TBI

The Burning brethren's Words of Hate
Stirring around the embers of ruined books
Left ashes of burnt pages upon the ground
Dispelled for lack of some purpose sent
Everywhere the corpses skewered upon each stake
Dodging where we could the looks and sound
as the wind blew through the town we went

Our nose hairs drenched with the women's stench
unkempt unclean and mixed with rot
Spreading all they had upon each bench
Oooze running from them mixed with a bleeding clot
The whores of evil each priest they had
seduced each one to bid them their fall
It's a horrid place of minds gone mad
a dance of sickness that shreaks its call

Bearing the weak to come and see
The reapers rewards for deeds of past
Where board and nail would etch the streets
Of corpses hung on branch-stripped trees
Each corpse the testament of a curse cast
And in windows for curtains were bloody sheets

Mayhem is beautiful compared to what you'd see there
As the creepers and crawlers with half-attached limbs
would make their way for your soul to burn
The Light fully quenched only the darkness dims
Death abounding at every turn
Hell doth come haunting their eyes through each hungered stare

Men more than women kill themselves better: when they want to die
Yet through the mental fetter, few there truly be, who wants the suicide
Everyone has the liberty to lay-down, crawl, sit, walk, stand, or run
Yet no true freedom to explore wherefrom: comes the alleged: Moon, Stars, and Sun
Even a statue to drive Liberty home - Deep within the subconscious mind
Making you think you see - the land of the free - a carefully orchestrated lie
It is no Surprise - all the mournful cries - felt and heard across the land
The explorer inside - bound and tied - entrapped by the darkened hand

Not the darkened hand of an upset mortal or some leeching the heart: Egregore
These the works to bind your senses - for Liberty's sake - you'd forget her
Whilst freedom for some is just some personification of hope, desire, or will
One of many: the plethora of implanted thoughts, to born in you the Shill

It was the Emporer who bade - the order made - to divide the minds of the people
That they fight and war from attachments: to idols, graven images, and the Steeple
From the lowliest-of-thoughts to the highest ideals - woman and man would fail
To stop the fight - that for Liberty - they'd dance, salute, and hail

Whilst giving you the middle finger if you question their broken Sail
And claim it all to be the rule of law - or legal Statute from the State
To scoff, belittle, slander, and discredit you - even throw you in jail
Tis no wonder within the woman and man - grows this incessant hate

Whilst they steadily-strive and angrily-push - to work for some they go
To feed their families, nurture their kids - can't blame them - tis all they know
Indentured Servants - The Maritime Law - slaves to the darkened hand - they serve
A more sinister plot - they'll never be caught - behind the curtains that grow
To mooch off their government's free hand-outs lower-slaves scramble to sow
The seeds - unbeknownst to their minds the sequels - the daily plot of the show

It's all a lie to entrap the people - giving up Freedom for Liberty - just a guise
A system in place that's worked for years - Fooling the Smartest of the Wise
Yet make no mistake about it - no matter what part you play - the worst has yet to come
For you like all the others - care not wherefrom - the alleged: Moon, Stars, and Sun
So you eat, you sleep, you work or play to drown the emotions and thoughts inside
And after finally having enough - like all the sheeple - you contemplate suicide
A reason-for-treason unto the Soul though on this earth - its work - not done
Then you gravely dare - and upon me stare - and judge me for wanting to kill
If you'd remember - twas in you that were born - that blistering hateful Shill

Then unto your vices, you turn - addictions galore - you search them all
To find relief from your mind - your bitter hell - again to your heart you fall
Yet killing yourself is fine - as long as its no one else - you'd say
Despite that murder-is-murder - even when done slowly - unto the self each day
Yet that will be accepted - for that is the way of the darkened strings
That hold you aright in submission - a puppet to hear - when it's told: it Sings
And you are no exception to-the-rules-of-the-game: your will is held at bay

And what have you done to lift the veil from other Sheeple's eyes
Or are you still stuck in the rut- of telling tales - to further your own demise
Or perhaps you are truly innocent - a victim of what others have done
If that be true - to an adult from youth - Surely you've questioned the lies
Lest you like many hath sworn to serve a system over you to rule
Making yourself to think - you've already won - A fantasy for which you'd drool
Yet I will say not one of you exists who bears not a responsibility in this
Never free -that for Liberty - the invisible ring on the darkened hand you kiss