My dark poetry, not my usual style, but some contests call for it.
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I look to the sky tonight, searching for a beacon in the darkness that has become my life. / I see a shooting star, and I sigh, like our lo
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(What has gone before) / I look to the sky tonight, searching for a beacon in the darkness that has become my life. / I see a shooting star
53 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 16 11:48 PM 2007. In Dark, Pain, Angst, My life, Contest, Anger, Lost love, Personal., Angry
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He stands at the precipice, thinking. / His love on her knees beside him, / naked to the world, she beseeches, / pleads, begs, needing more
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Over and over again,
you beat me down,
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Walls built, getting higher,
sand and mortar, three feet thick.
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Straddling the line,
on the fence,
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Blood trailing fingertips caress his cold chest,
this one's fear was palpable, better than the rest.
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Compared to this slow death...
utter despair is a step,
7 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 21 1:23 AM 2008. In Contest, Dark
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Gossimer winged fantasy's fade...
the all too sad reality of life intruding
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Light falls short of illuminating
all the darkness in my old soul.
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Tantalizing teases of winters white,
drifting, dancing gaily on the seasonal wind.
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Deep troubled thoughts bounce around in my head,
a nonstop pong game driving me insane.
20 lines, 6 comments,
on Feb 12 3:56 AM
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The absence of reason, the absence of thought,
that's what you get when the farm is bought.
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A pass of the knife you can no longer speak,
the fear in your eyes a drug that I crave.
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Gentle kiss placed on an unfeeling brow,
heart full of regrets, turn and walk away.
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heart slows to a crawl
your spiders bite left me-
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I have an unreasoning fear of being alone,
not by myself, but without anyone's love.
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The glint of the blade is blinding,
stark contrast to my darkened soul.
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The silvery moonlight glints off the knife,
a true stalker hiding in the shadows,
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Your eyes like acid, stripping bare my soul
laying to waste a well woven facade
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What was Jeremy's mindset when he pulled the trigger,
did he think the hole would be small or would it be bigger?
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Under the North pier lie shadows so deep,
a place of the haunted, oppressed, abused.
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It slithers like acid through conscious thought,
slipping through the cracks anywhere it can find.
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Love is an abscess, it's absence
less painful, shadows plentiful
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Traveling out on old highway 95,
a steady wind from the open windows.
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You took a compass and set course,
to the core of my virgin heart.
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With onyx black eyes a chalcedony heart
black marble mask concealing a soul of pain
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With the Wolves haunting howl and the cloud shrouded moon,
the dark moist mist that clung to headstones like blankets.
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Hatch-marked scars hidden by long sleeves
pain filled mind resides behind a smiling mask
29 lines, 8 comments,
on Oct 28 11:31 PM. In Contest, Pain, Sad, Thoughts, Dark, Abuse, Noguest, Death, Depression, Sadness, Anger
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I will come for you tonight,
you have no clue,
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A slice of the knife is all it will take,
to bring out the blood for collection.
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on Nov 1 12:52 AM. In Contest, Dark, Pain, Society, Hate, Anger, Death, Abstract, Noguest, Fantasy
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whispered memories seduce the fear
riding roughshod over conscious thought
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Oozing from my pores like sweat,
red rivulets raining down, to pool in silence at my feet.
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