Part I: Sad and Dark
Sad and dark,
dark and sad,
My feeble mind goes slowly mad.
I once loved,
now it's gone.
I sink into this somber song.
Pain and hate,
hate and pain,
My picture's in this broken frame.
I reach weak-willed
for a poison pill
and embed it in my frozen heart.
I think about it
every day,
being pushed away, we're now apart.
I think about my pulsing wrist.
No strength now.
Can’t resist.
Once not too long ago
there was unending toil
and incurable disease...
Now the abyss is in our minds.
Help.
Save me.
Part II: Dark and Sad
The only fish in the sea
that swam to me
was a pirahna.
I’m broken now
caught in a net
waiting to be devoured.
Pillows fall
in the middle of my mind.
Is this death?
My life energy
slowly escapes
through my torn chakra.
I see Hades
the ushers wait
in top hats and coattails.
The picture in my wallet
is full of rusty nails
that work their way down to my bones.
So here is where I scream
“I don’t want to die!”
but they are empty words, echoing.
So now I hide, crumbling,
and bury my face
in fear and shame.
Demons appear
with sword and scythe
and drag me off before the dawn.
I do my time
in this cell
of my twisted tortured mind.
Crouching in a corner,
twisting with disease,
I’ll never be the same again.
They keep me locked up
until I have an intelligent conversation
with myself.
Part III: Free Again
Set free again
to feel hurt
and feel pain once again.
I see a dove
it is comforting
then it tries to strangle me.
I push it away.
How can I forgive myself?
I look at my wrist again.
I see broken blood vessels
accusing me
out of the corner of my eye.
I write my story
with a razor blade
and become a disassembled puzzle.
In a frozen chamber
they find me
still with despair on my broken lips.
They sew me up and revive me.
I now falter and stumble
like the undead.
I walk without hope
no blood left to bleed.
A ghastly sight.
Chained to memories
so miserable
when will they fade?
Tearless eyes
that do not blink
burning in an alien world.
Come, enter my walking dream.
cross the river of death,
it is painless.
Let your final goodbye
fly from your pen
and be forgotten.
Sing an unheard song
but don’t sing to me,
just join me in this nothingness.
Author notes
A collection of sad and dark cliches, and a few unique ideas from the poems in this contest.
Picture- a rendition of the Phantom of the Opera.
Written May 14th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Sad and Dark poems by XStuckInANightmareX.
300 points, ended May 15, 2005, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thanks for the comment, Screaming, it made me reread it with at critical eye, and I see some places for improvement...!
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i feel like i have read this before, maybe something similar, this is so good, you are officially on my faves now, that way i can keep tabs on you, neways yeah wow....
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I'm sure I will read all your poems, my fragile doll who is not feeling well at the moment! I hope the needle you get is under 4 inches!!!
Glad you liked my 'dark'!
your not-so-funny AP Dad!
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Ahhh... so much angst, so little space.. o.o
"Broken blood vessels
accuse me
out of the corners of my eyes.
I write my story
with a razor blade
and become a disassembled puzzle."
Nyeh! Wow... You've put my darkest poems to shame. I applaud you. I'd applaud you more than once but those little yellow clappy dudes won't allow it.. little buggers. This pulled me in, and held me.. freedom isn't always as many percieve it. Is it freedom, the ability to feel pain? But ah, what's the use of wings if you can't feel the wind on your face. I really enjoyed this... I know the feeling -_-' Sometimes. But nyeh! I am going to be perky today. lmao Ahh I better go shower and such, as I have to be off soon... lalala yay for visiting the doctors -_-' Joy to the world.. *coughs* Aha. Again, amazing write. *off in search of a little yellow clappy dude* Go, little guy, go!!!
~Amy
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this is an incredible collection of works.....you are quite the writer. I just stumbled across your profile by chance. But some wonderful words here and the verses are fluid........excellent. You convey so much, and the way you have collected words makes it seem effortless........ wonderful work!!!
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Well I really don't know why you didn't at least get a mention for this dark poetry. I mean damn, it is easy to see that you put your heart and soul into it with all the melancholy tones weaved within and without. I seriously think this is splendid and worthy of some type of merit. Damn, not even an applause! What the hell is wrong with people? GREAT!
Renee ♥
Edited on May 20, 6:09 p.m. because 'I cannot type!
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Thanks to all above for the helpful critiques- I've now done a significant overhaul, more rhyming, and changing that 'insulting to the reader' pirahna line...
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Yeah, that pirahna bit was a bit of a bump in the usually smooth flow of the poem. Very good, I don't usually go for break up poems because I find the angst cliched and makes me cringe. However this didn't, it seemed very honest and uncompromising. I would applaud, but I haven't any left, read some petty good ones today.
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wow, that poem was amazing
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Unfortunately for me you were a pirahna.
that didn't flow well with the rest. in my opinion.
anyways. interesting. different. from being happy, to attempting suicide, to being institutionalized, to being 'cured', to be set free. all at the hands of someone else...very sad. good job. good luck in the contest.
BLu
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I couldn't read it all, simply too long for my attention span, but the parts that i did read were well done
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Thanks again, April, your 'broken blood vessel in the eye' passage appealed to my taste for sad/dark, and was a shining addition to this compilation! I hereby in this comments section of the poem pay homage to your originality and poetic skills!
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wha-ho, way to steal my idea about the eye's broken blood vessels. it's okay though you're allowed, it wasn't THAT similar. and it's a very good poem nonetheless. ;-) by the way, have you ever actually broken a blood vessel in your eye? it's not a pretty sight.
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I liked it, but find it hard to believe. Also, its too dark for my taste, and in my opinion, doesn't have quite a powerful statement. leep up the work! -
Awwww hun; this is so sad and heart wrenching. I really liked the flow it had but the emotions behind it really ripped my heart out for you. I hope that things are okay in your neck of the woods, and I hope you know, that even though I'm a youngster, I can listen pretty well so if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you. Great job with this; you made me feel it all as I read this.
Hugs
Jess
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