Last Commented Dark Poetry Poems (2,492)

in reality they are not a reality, maybe me maybe you maybe not,
so we ain’t saints it’s clear to know we are all looking for our place to flow. this is more of an adventure so wait and understand that i am now writing with no hands, the truth is a lie, the lie is the truth, it matters not we’ve found our spots everyone makes mistakes, I now have no brakes. A little understanding goes a long way like a steam train coming of the tracks, wondering who’s next. I’m not worried because I have been through hell, sometimes feels like I’m under a spell, in my defence these family values are past tense, do not be worried for I am not really here. I can’t die because I believe I am already dead, just two steps ahead, my only wish would be would be for you to remember me me me the way I use to be, I regret sadly that these family values are not what I thought, not what I was taught, not in my heart not in my soul, I’ve gone down the rabbits hole to late to turn back as I am back in black, to see red and green my eyes can see that way maybe I’m a day away from finding my way i am stronger then all. Will this all just vanish someday realising this is all paper mache and clay. It’s insanity, I’ve taken a lot of lsd. While meditating with monks it’s pretty clear we are all here just to cry or is it just some sort of lie , is this the end, I’m up In the sky. I am not afraid to die….

1. I had worked many different jobs in years past, and a lot of those Male-Bosses had started treating their male and female employees like dogs doo-doo.

2. So here's what I had did, I had walked into a past job I had use to work at.
I said, "Hello Ebeneezer Scrooge."
That boss said, "that's not my name you know what name is."
"It's William."

3. I said "yes I know that's your real name is but I had said again that's not your real known name by your employees these employees of yours know your real name from your real cement active name and that name is Ebeneezer Scrooge."
When your actions proceed your real known name, your actions cement
who you really are behind the closed doors of your business."

4. "When your employees keep calling on the telephone telling me how you've been treating them, a lot of them had sounded very upset." "They know I will show and tell on what you did and what said to them."

5. When I had left the Williams work sight I said, because that's what you are, your actions proceed the reputation of your real name and then I said upon leaving the bosses work sight "have a good day Ebeneezer Scrooge."
"And to his female assistant that Mirrors him Cruella De Vil."

6. When a boss sexually harasses his female employees,
yet the bosses name is William and his actions is always as angry
as Ebeneezer Scrooge and all his decisions favor Ebeneezer Scrooge,
and if he keeps on that down ward path around the females,
his real name by Law Enforcement is Mr. s*xual Harassment."
If his female employees file charges then Ebeneezer Scrooge is in trouble.

When the males call me telling how upset he gets
when they talk to him about a pay raise or a shift change,
then upon hearing, William throwing them out of his office
just like an earthquake had just happened.
All I can say William is his real name
but his actions have cemented his real active name Ebeneezer Scrooge.
His employees know him as Ebeneezer Scrooge,
and if his wife calls him Ebeneezer Scrooge at home
then he's really in trouble,
and his assistant Cruella De Vil.

7. I wouldn't doubt your employees when they go to write a book
about their life story I'm sure they won't forget,
to include Ebeneezer Scrooge and his assistant Cruella De Vil
that had went out of her way to mirror him.

8. As an end result of this work related issue not all
American Bosses and their female assistants are bad.
You have four different classes of bosses in the United States.

Number-1. The Good

Number-2. The Bad

Number-3. The Ugly

Number-4 The Monsters.

9. We are all born with memory 100% of us keep our memories,
and women they have Photographic Memories.
Most father's daughter's mom tells her daughter to keep a diary
record everything people say to you 24-7, 366-days and nights a year.
The creator keeps records on everyone on his earth -- Psalms 24:1
and Psalms 40:7

10. There is a percentage number of men and women
that know the good bosses, the bad bosses,
the ugly bosses, and the monster bosses.
If these men and women decide to write a book
their very memory will begin their story.

For sure, they goin to fix you to break you.
For there is nothing to break with a broken you.
So they will goin to sort things out with you.
Comforts you.
Feed lies to you.

Just so you feel like you are being fixed.
But at the end, you just got tricked.
Cuz they goin f*ckin fix you just to break you.
People who are good for nothing but harm.
They saw your weakness and used that as their arm.
Arm to harm you.
To f*ck you.

Beware fellas,
Cuz they be lookin like good niggas,
But the truth is, they will f*ck you hard until nothing of you last.

O killer of children your day is coming when you will experience the bitterness of regret.
Give good tidings of a bleak day that you will meet after the humiliation of life and the humiliation of death.
O child killer your heart is a censer of hatred, sending out the ugliest impulses
You are not a human being for a human being does not throw his missiles at individuals.
O killer of children in Gaza O planter of mines on the roads
You are nothing but a scorpion creeping into the clothes of our sons and daughters
O killer of children O one who is anointed with immoral morals and “verses.”
The eyes of the world will see you as the ugliest person you have left and will see the worst of your remains
O killer of children O skilled at killing the flowers that grow
Sorry for my hair I have soiled it with your ugly remembrance, brother of whims
O child killer this is a crime that has been stamped on you with the seal of lapses
It is your desire and your violation and thus through crime God ends the rule of tyrants.

O child killers, who are you?

where are you from?

Do you come from the school of assassins or are you messengers of the accursed devil?

Or did you grow up among the ranks of executioners?

Crimes taught to you by the accursed Satan?

Maybe you've been shopping and wandering around pimp markets

If your conspiracy and hatred spread, all the haters would be enough

Oh child killers, where will you run to?

Pig pens are cleaner than your homes

And the councils of demons will not accept you

And the sands of the earth hate you

And I heard the sea waves cursing and cursing you

The birds of the sky shed lamentations and tears

Sunlight will no longer enter your spaces

Oh child killers, where will you run to?

You will not be able to set foot on human land

You will not enter its depths because its worms will expel you

You may flee to the depths of the seas and oceans, but their inhabitants will know you

You may flee to distant deserts, but they will also torture and devour you

You will not fly in the human sky because it will inevitably bring you down

Oh child killers, where will you run to?

Do you escape from mothers' eyes?

Or from the looks of parents

Or from television and satellite channels

Or from the sound of the call to prayer, church bells, and radio broadcasts

Oh child killers... where will you run to?

By God, if you were asked, what would you answer?

Are you the one who killed so-and-so's children?

Are you the ones who killed love, hope and hopes?

Are you the one who made a million mothers cry?

Come on, what will you say to her on the Day of Resurrection?

We left no one behind to embrace

We haven't kept anyone for you. If they're cold, cover them

We left you no one. If he feels afraid, you can reassure him

Or if he gets sick, she stays up by his side and treats him

Or if he is sad, approach him and console him

If he is hungry, feed him

Or buy him a toy and make him happy

Why didn't she keep someone in her bed?

You can smell the scent of motherhood and the scent of perfume through it

Or he wears a silk dress on the day of his success

Oh child killers, where will you run to?

Wasn't a piece of bread useful in the mouth of an innocent child?

It makes you back down or hesitate
Oh child killers, where will you run to?

A time for everything under the sun
When one has to stop beating their head like a drum

Perhaps it's just easier to shoot the bullet out of the gun
No more pain once it's done

No more avenues to run the dark day
has come and the darkness overshadows the sun

The fool cries unto himself and the ears of many have grown numb

The light of love has died for the lone one,
as the wolf cries to a pale moon
and his voice is heard by no one

Out of the shadows within his soul
he finds himself with an empty bowl
Feeble trembling hands it falls to the ground yet, it doesn't make a sound

Who accounts for the broken and lost and at what cost?

As faces in the night pass by, pondering their plight questioning if their choices in life gave them all their hearts delight?

What of the fool or those who lost their spiritual sight? Do they have any wisdom to contemplate who is wrong or right?

Do any of their hopes or dreams count for anything
Or are they just thoughts to be blotted by
a scorpion's sting?

The living dance among the dead as the piper plays his song within their head
While the minstrel strums his strings
and the dancers pray in a ring

As they sing to their god and hope for that
approving nod and the digger scoops up the sod

Yes a time for everything under the sun
as we count off our breaths until there are none

How do we want to be remembered
come the wintery days of December
Who really cares if you gave little to nothing
in this life to bear?
Besides don't they say life and love is not always fair

You only get out of it what you put into it.
well ain't that a bunch of shit!!

Mega Compilation of Disturbing Trail Cam Footage 2024:

1.

This is the reason why none of you women shouldn't be caught in the deep woods and the wilderness by yourselves.

2. Not just trail cams other surveillance camera's on houses
this is real proof of evidence hidden in these places,
what's even more eerie they come out at the most pitch black as night,
other people caught personal footage on the cell-phones.
They think it's Hollywood there was footage caught of a 4ft-spider crossing a path at night.
Then they show a black man running or jogging then this Alien pops out
of the side path bushes and tries to catch him.
When the man had turned around to see what was chasing him
he got really scared and started running faster.

3. If you're puzzled send this to Universal Studio's Hollywood
they will confirm if some of this stuff is genuinely theirs or not.
The trails are no lie and the surveillance camera's and cell-phone footage is no lie. And the police dash cams are no lie.

In truth this no laughing matter to me, someone's trail cam had caught a big-foot
threw a tremendous heavy small log of wood trying to destroy the trail cam
but he had missed it by feet in length.

4. One thing to always bear in mind:
The man on this video had pointed out --
that camera's can pick-stuff that our human eye
cannot see but that camera can see-it.
The man in the Video he is educational very smart and sharp
at what he says.

A lot of these creepy things that only come out at night
they seem to be Lovers of the dark night sky.
They know that dark night darkness can hide them from
being exposed.

Here's another place neither man and woman shouldn't
be caught without a very powerful weapon.
These wild-animals are born with hybrid strength
and hybrid speed they're killers of man and beasts
they hunt down.



Locked Up Abroad TV Show

National Geographic

What do poems mean,?, really?... no one reads them except for other
poem writers, tell life in their words, who cares?, spend five hours writing,
feeling, being, saying, and then...so what?....

I feel you?,,, I know... are you finished?...is it my go?...my turn to write?
I will talk about the stars, talk about life's beauty, my life's misery,
but, will you ever see?......never.......ever......

You can't,,....you never will...be,, anything more than.... what you
feel and what you see.... and life continues to be..... truthfully,,,,,,
all about you......and me!

Rap a tap,
Not feeling the vibe
Rap a tap.
Information online

Sending a text
Information untamed.
The aftermath can send us insane.

Rap a tap,
Quick to release.
Into the world like a raging beast.

Connection to the world.
Just one tap away
Yet we treat in so nonchalantly.

Rap a tap,
No checks just release
Rap a tap,
Deletion the impact dose not decrease.

Rap a tap.
Be careful what you text.
But you’re not alone.
Millions rap a tap away.
Ironically with very little to say.

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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