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Poetic T Mar 2015
The darkness it burnt upon my
Angel wings, they wilted, with
Each moment of this forsaken
Place, my soft skin did  haemorrhage
Tainted with each breath every
Movement that I crawled upon
This acidic land corroded my light .

My white turned yellow, changed
From pure to black, I was in agony
As that which was white should
Never be turned to that. I was
Winged, not able to give motion
To the air, I was a ground dweller
As if wings were a weight a persecution
To the time of air, now dragging like
A weight a conscience upon my back.

I must have walked upon this scared
Land, I must have moved these once
Pure now tainted as dragged like sin
Behind my back.

I was before I fell, I contemplated
That which I had been and that
Which this land whispered to me
Become. The light was dulled, smothered
Like a wet blanket over a fire, Suffocated
What burnt bright, now I was being
Extinguished my dulled light.

I remembered I fell and my skin smelt
Sulphuric with a hint of light, I knew
I had bleed hatred behind me, I knew
That I had been left, abandoned to this
Isolation. My wings had regained there
Imagery, they were like crows feathers
Pure, dark, black as night.

I despised  those above, their light, ignited
Hatred, deep within where something that
Beat but know was just black, I launched
Upon the breeze to take me vengeance
Upon that purity that  glided, flowed.

I am that which will take those of higher
morals and bring them to the place of
Solitude, of loneliness, they will remember
The pain of those they had been left in the
Darkness,  For light can only last so
Long before it becomes what was before.
#light #darkness #fallen #
MissMalice Jan 2015
There was never a happily ever after
For it was woe in costume
There was no heroine
There was but he took a hike
There was no magic
For it was onyx

Thus London Bridge is falling down again , crushing many in it's way
Mary has lost her little lamb , Eaten by wolves looking for it
Cinder-ella had developed black lung , she's in the dust
The cow shattered his ribs coming down from the moon , he's crippled
And Mother Goose perished due to old age
Designed to ruin the childhoods of many
Good riddance to you , Nursery Rhymes & Fairy Tales .
Poetic T Dec 2014
I corrupted flesh with mere words
It was as if the moment had
Released,
Injected,
Thoughts
Upon a mind inviting it in.
I had spoken and then was let in
"Could a soul"
"Could flesh"
"Could a mind"
Have been so weak.. Like a voodoo doll,
It was like the needle
Injecting
Movement,
Rationalization,
"Upon a weak craving mind"
A hand full of Strings worded right,
"I was the puppet master of word"
You were not the only strings pulled
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"Corrupted with words"
And even not knowing you were
"One of my puppets"
Fighting your self or so you thought
Free will is an illusion, easily
Tainted, controlled.  
You were lingering on every
Letter,
Syllable.
Words
Were your weakness and
Now mine are **yours..
Words are Power...
Haley Elizabeth Dec 2014
We are the broken ones
With wounded hearts
And corrupted lungs
But Our Battle scars
They don't define us
We define us
I define me
Poetic T Dec 2014
And their hearts were pure diamond
For they would always be
Tolerant,
Noble,
Sympathetic
To the needs of those around,
But they were susceptible
To the weakness of those
That were
Fragile
Flesh
Human
Emotion would taint the pure,
What was once solid changed
With each transgression
The heart changed
Ruby
Raged upon those around
Uncontrollable cracks did show
Emerald    
Eyes ignited by the wanting of others
Love, belongings, tainted colours showed.
Amber
They could not take the emotion
Confusion
Frustration
Depression
Was the end of many, on to the
"Shards of tears"
Would many then fall
Torn to pebbles, now resting beneath
They were once pure heart
Diamond,
"Shone through"
But once the seed planted it grew,
"Then the inevitable"
The sins turned a heart to stone
Frozen with emotion,
Erased just cold  rock now stood
A frozen moment,
Life,
Stillness,
Corruption
Had taken another ancient
For one day all would be but rock,
Those that helped the beginnings of a species
Now all is corrupted by the taint that is **man..
Poetic T Nov 2014
It oozed from my nails like blood
But darker, no pain, it fell upon the floor
It was warm around my toes
"It was like a puddle walked after a storm"
But then then
Lacerations,
Irritation,
Convulsions
As what once bleed from my nails
Now pierced my flesh,
My body trembled,
As I hit the floor,
"Shaking uncontrollably"
It crept under my skin
Burning upon every nerve, but then
Pierced,
Cracked,
Perforated  
From under the skin,
I touched the first,
"I screamed in plentiful agony"
As if a raw Nerve had been openly touched,
It was like poison ivy, my skin
Discoloured veins of
Red,
Blue,
Black
Slowly crept over the open wounds,
It had moved to my trunk,
"***** of black spewed forth"
As it entwined,
Like clawed fingers
Lacerating my internal organs,
I moved back,
"Crawled upon the floor"
The now solid nerves
Scrapped, scratching the wooden boards,
It was a  futile act, as if I could escape
That which was under my skin,
My arms were perforated
Upon my throat, veins crept
As it knew that if
Pierced,
Bleed,
Breath
No more would be had,
But each was as if embers of flame
Inhaled, exhaled with each painful breath,
It crawled underneath flesh, agony
Not letting me go,
I was conscious
"Even though I preyed to pass out"
It clawed
Slowly,
Intentionally,
At each eye, like a thousand paper cuts
My eyes cried tears of black,
As I was shown the darkness within
That which had taken form externally, I was
Corrupted,
Polluted,
Distorted
Darkness that had crept beneath my skin,
And with that I exhaled,
"Black feathers spewed forth"
Cutting at my throat
As I ejected the darkness
These black feathers not hitting the floor
Instead just floating around,
"As I expelled once more"
Till one feather of white exited
With each touch
Black became white,
Ever brighter the room became,
Like a blanket covering I slept
"I awoke"
"Under white sheets"
"Was this but a dream, a  nightmare"
"I coughed and exhaled"
"A tiny black feather exited"
Then I knew that darkness is always inside,
But it can grow upon the soul,
Cutting into the white,
Like a vine corrupting upon the flesh
Good,
Light,
&
Bad
Darkness,
Are things of life
But we must never let the
Darkness blot out the light and take control of our life.
Poetic T Aug 2014
It was the light show of the heavens
Grazing the atmosphere,
Like fairies skimming on a pond,
"Then the light faded"
But something was wrong
Shadows moved upon there own
No longer were they prisoners
The light had brought Darkness
Upon us all,
They were like trap doors
For what ever fell in to the shadows grasp
Was gone
Flesh,
Bone,
Cloth,
All consumed
As if fallen in to a black hole
Street lights were a place
For ladies of the night
But people crowded around
Where ever light shone
Illuminated
Bright,
Florescent,  
The shadows would dare not go,
Those on the rim were easy pray
For a wrong step
And in to the night screaming
Then silence
Never to be seen again
But shadows get in to places where
light Is needed
But a shadow print
Placed over metal then it was gone away,
So the lights flickered
On,
&
Off,
With each flicker
The crowd thinned
Screams then a soundless nothing
The emergency light glowed on
Like an angel keeping those below from harm
But the light was dimmer than before
Many were lost as time went by
But the sunrise was ticking closer by
As dawn broke upon the world,
The ghouls of shadow
Screamed as in Pain,
The light corrupted the darkness
It was ****** in to its on abyss
Then nothing,
What was once inanimate
Then full of darkened life
Consumed the world in black
Was once again upon the foot,
The light of the heavens
Had opened a gap
Where living darkness crept upon the ground
Corrupted shadows
Gave them life,
But now light had brought there demise
Life will never be the same
When light turns darkness alive.
s May 2014
you are the poem my mind can only think of
goodnight ♡
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