"Dark Poems"

[EveV]

I haven't really wrote anything ( I want to share here ) that was dark.
So.

This is just some old stuff.
As in years >>


Only A Game


Wheezing dreams of failure
crumpling unfinished thoughts.
He told you to buy just an acre
but you stole the whole lot.
no longer in a stupor of pleasure
but loved just the same.
Not quite up to measure
But still, it's only a game.
The metal taste runs through my blood
like pollution in an innocent stream
I'd recover the crimson if I could
But you might be mad and leave
So I taste the iron running from my gums
Bleeding through every pore
But you only laugh and say, "I deserve more."
I work to get you night and day,
But you put up a fight until mourning.
Then I wake up to do it again,
My blistered fingers not making you sway.
His reply: "I thought this was only a game."


Rose Paper


Rose Paper …
Lovely and demented..
Rose Paper …
Beautiful and nicely scented…
Rose paper …
Miserable and sad …
Rose Paper …
My beautiful …
Rose paper …

No Title



Close the door...
Walk away from the odor...
The terrible smell taking in everything and everyone you loved.

But I... I cannot
I cannot
I cannot
See, I am blind to felicity.


Sit down...
Ignore the system
It's consuming everything and everyone you loved.

But I... I cannot
I cannot
I cannot
Hear , I am deaf to sounds of bliss.


Somber clock hurry with time.
If you are going to kill me then do it.
Whats this?
Another death threat from an enemy?
if you are going to kill me then do it.
Please
It hurts to not see or hear.
Suicide blinded by fear.

[Powermad147]

Excuse my strage form of poetry...It's more like a poetic story, i suppose...?

The Lovers Suicide

I sit on the floor, adjacent to my reflection, my other self, my second half. I raise my arms and lift my fingers to my lips, and she does the same, mirroring my thoughts, my heart, my being, and yet she is she and I am I. But for now, we are we. And yet love cannot stay, for with the passing of time comes the passing of emotions. I link my hands with her, as a smile crosses our face. Our eye's twinkle with anticipation, waiting patiently until we are ready. I scour the edges of my mind in search of any faults, any regrets, just as I have searched so many times before, and we decide that we have none. Our smile doesn't fade, our eye's stay locked, and with the gun in our hand, we lock together, lips intertwined in a final embrace, and the shot rings out. In death love shall rain eternal, for what can time rob from the timelessness of the dead?

And yes, I am a perfectly happy person, no thoughts of suicide, so don't draw any scarry conclusions, neh?

Attempt #2

We sit across from each other, lost yet secure in each other's eyes, understanding what the other does without a word spoken. We stare longingly at each other, a love still binding us, a love yet to be spoiled by time, and we stare without selfishness. We crawl towards each other slowly, trying to make it last. We are locked in one anothers smile, resolute, unshaken by the event to unfold. We come apon each other, hands clasped, eyes of crescent moons locked, smiles reforming as they collide, tears streaming down our faces. And we look at each other, and she smiles, warm and pure, unquestioning in it's serenity and beauty, it sits upon her face, refusing to betray any sign of regret. And so we lift the gun to our heads, pressing agaisnt each other, and as I pull the trigger, she presses her lips against my ear, and in the sweet voice of one that knows that which only those on the brink of death know, she said,

"Love is too sweet, for a life so short."

[AoshiShinomori]

Nice poems both of ya! ^_^

It's a great point you made at the start though Powermad-san because a lot of the poetry these days is pretty "queer". It's a combination of bad prose and incomplete sentences and it's hard to make out the really good poems from the ones born out of incompetence.

Your poems on the other hand only need proper breaking up into relatively equal length (based on syllable) lines. It's definitely not prose given the abstract imagery and I guess if one really wanted to classify it, it would fall into free verse...

Good work!

[Yasushi]

Ok, Ok. So i gave it a try i bet it wound be like the best thing ever, created by a human being. Well just read it and il hear it i guess...

title: dunno...

The evil comes, the evil goes,
The darkside inside me knows.
There comes a day it wil come out, when that day comes
Its better not to be around.
Al my life i showed no agression, hate, anger nor fear or pain.
Kept it al inside of me, made me insane
Al i needed was this person to show me love.
But she didnt, She screwed me up.
First came the comfort, then the trust
Then she vaporaised me into dust.
Al the hate, anger, fear and pain
Came to the surfice ready to burst.
...
I dont know how and i dont know why.
But it al ended when i sayt goodbye
To the life i had, the people i knew.
Before this bullit came treu.
Treu my brain from left to right, side to side
...
So what could we learn, what could we do.
With this riddle of life, this journey where going treu, the cirle of life
...
If
...
Death waits on the other side

[Slykaz1]

I didn't know where to stick this.....

A letter to myself....

Dear Diary.

I've come to a realization that I only exist to make mistakes.
I don't want to faulter, again. May it be love or hate.
Those words will never, again exist in my vocabulary.
I will omit them from my heart so that I won't feel them again.
I'd rather be an empty shell than to have known,
What it meant to love. My trust. My confidence.
Down the drain as well. No more will I be a victim of love.
Leaving myself vulnerable to bleed. Never again will I allow this.

P.S. I make a vow that this empty shell will never stray again

[Powermad147]

My hand reaches out to you, but from the way you look it me I can feel the hopelessness even as my arm is still extended. I feel you beside my, your presence resonates within my whenever you are near, the slightest acknowledgement of my existance sends a bright shot of warmth through my heart, and yet you feel nothing when faced with me. My heart is having a one-sided conversation with my head, and logic is winning by a mile; You are beautiful, and I am a fool for thinking I could have you. I reek of self-doubt while you smell of roses, I carry myself like a beggar and you like a queen without a throne. I am broken and strange, and maybe this we have in common, but still I feel a difference even there. I cannot stand the outcome that slowly approaches us, becuase sooner or later, you'll know just how I feel, and then I will lose you.

Sigh...another sad poem about my teenaged love life. You know what's worse than writing it? Knowing that if she saw these, she'd think I was a freak >_<

[Tsuzuki]

I am like an picture : there are no dreams in me
how many times must I fill the canvas of my heart ?
I'll raise my white flag : abandon everything
I am your unknown color now ...


colors Utada Hikaru

[MaymeRachael]

I pace the floor in solitude
Watching rose petal fall from their stem
Black tears well in my eyes
The space in my heart
Once reserved for you
Has been crushed
Broken like a plate
Upon the floor
Mock me as you wish
You loving words
Speak clearly of hipocracy.