Interesting stuff guys, here is something I wrote a while back:


One More Story to Discard

So I’m finally feeling better
And my days are looking brighter
I’ve friends with speech so lively
And a Lady with touch so softly

But as I rid my room of clutter,
I come across a dusty letter.
With one blow of my hot breath,
I reveal it’s bright pink colour.

Why oh why can’t I simply escape?
Greet me Grimly, greet me with care.
My days are nothing but one long nightmare
Since I’ve peeked at my own inscape.

I undo its ancient foldings,
And begin to read its heading,
It says “Hey Mr. Sadistic”
And I return to days simplistic.

It talks about trips to Boston,
Makes mention of sweet romantic sceneries
It references many good times,
but it does not hide the bad times.

I rediscovered secrets and feelings
Regarding pains of a vast separation
And to think, back then, I could function
without our integration!

Why oh why can’t I simply escape?
Greet me Grimly, greet me with care.
My days are nothing but one long nightmare
Since I’ve peeked at my own inscape.

My friends love to party,
They even love to study,
And then there’s that one Manic
That loves to brawl and stir up panic.
As for me, my sport was resting,
Especially on her comfy, warm lap.
But I took those times for granted,
Much like this old and dusty letter!

Why oh why can’t I simply escape?
Greet me Grimly, greet me with care.
My days are nothing but one long nightmare
Since I’ve peeked at my own inscape.

Will I ever escape these nightmares?
Can I erase a lifetime?
Can I walk these roads alone?
Or does this sad and dusty letter
Deserve sadistic company?

Why oh why can't I simply escape?
Greet me Grimly, greet me with care.
My days are nothing but one long nightmare
Since I've peeked at my own inscape.

You all are do so well I'm glad I'm not the only one here that write stuff like this!!! Keep it up everyone ^_^

:rheart:

If you want dark poems and stories....
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You catch my drift...

Indeed!!!!!!:D

I'm not sure its really dark poetry as much as it is wierd poetry...But here I go >_< (Non-ryhming poem)

A Loud Silence (If Only Sound Would Come)

A lost relic, in time and in life, long denounced by its people, a world of little to no value, where only ghosts may linger in there past glory, for when they return to there time, those ghosts are in fact only human. The past still lingers in this place, though its air of glory and followers of its ideals have vanished without a trace, spread throughout this giant land, a song to be sung on another occasion. And as the moon and stars cross over the sky, only the loud silence can be sensed, not heard, for what is left in this place to hear? I know not what the commonplace thought is, and that is why I write, to be different, and to express it in a place where common is unheard of, if only a sound would come. Is this poetry? Is this prayer? Or is this what is left of this place? I sing a song that no one will hear. If only the song could have been heard by those who loved this place, if only they too remained here, a ghost to linger in there former glory, to spread there hearts in hopes of finding there wings, only to fall upon the earth once more, yet again only a human, then they too could sing this song. Yet they do not remain, and thus cannot sing, for only the loud silence can be sensed. If only a sound would come just once more, maybe, I would be saved.

That's very cool Powermad 147!:vsign:

*Looks at the freakishly quick response* Nice time! beats other records I've seen =P

Everyone writes dark poetry, It's the perfect way to vent unwanted evil ^_^