#cursed poems on Hello Poetry

Dark Jewel May 2015

So it goes,
Those eighteen years pass.
Being cursed.

I was thrown around,
Like a voodoo doll.
To the emotions that haunted me.

I was pricked,
By the painful needles of conflict.
Painted red by my own blood.

Then,
I was tossed away,
Like I meant nothing.
To those who held me upright.

It's a cursed path,
Living in fear.
Of the hell that awaits,
Behind the broken walls of eternity.

Even if life meant nothing.

Even as that doll,
I felt passion, love.
Though it was buried deep.
Until recently.

Naive little doll was I,
Wide-eyed and wandering.
Where should I go?
In this scrutiny?

Being cursed,
Is a ****** up thing.

So goes the thought of this one thing, "Where Do you go next?"

#life #passion #blood #cursed #needles #darkone #girlofthenight

Xan Abyss May 2015

Vampiirotica

Walking down the street with hungry eyes
Dare not to daydream, I fantasize
Fingers coiled tightly round her throat
Compulsive urge to never let her go
Off-key voices ringing in my head
Filling me with existential dread
Chills me to the bone - burns me alive
The twisted creature I keep locked inside

Stiletto heels echo in the distance through the stillness of the air
The ghetto feels the path of least resistance so I head through there

She's drunk and all alone stumbling about
The prey dressed up in heels & cocktail gown
There's no way she's really this naive
Could this be the girl of my dreams?
Knuckles whiten, liquor on my breath
Fixated on the heaving of her chest
She hears me as her eyes widen in fear
Suddenly it all becomes so clear

Muffled screams and scraping feet fall silent on the city street
I feel her horrified heartbeat as I drag her off the cold concrete

Breaking the straps on her tight black dress
Sinking my fangs deep into her flesh
Draining her of all the will to fight
She goes limp in my arms
She's mine tonight

Sated now, I set her free
But she'll always belong to me
Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain
Her soul eternally blood stained
Like me, she bears the Mark of Cain
Cursed to darkness and immortal pain

We are bound by blood forever now
In darkness we forever drown
Accursed Children of the Night
Forgotten by the World of Light

#dark #vampire #survival #fantasy #**** #cursed #allegory #violation

NeroameeAlucard Apr 2015

People Are Strange

Pitiful power hungry people
are strange with an odd plethora of features
it's like even though we know what lies in the box
we insist on angering Pandora, and she isn't one to be mocked

Nowadays next to no one is really worth a **** family and friends can stab you in the back quicker than an admitted enemy can shoot you from the front we placed to much priority on trying to stunt and floss off our material possessions,
maybe if we focused on the inside more than out this may never have been written.

Petite Teenager getting pregnant thinking that a baby equals love, or that kid who tried his best to stand the constant harassment just stamped his ticket to heaven with a loaded gun,
People are strange, we delight in another's misery yet abhor someone's success.
like the book said, were both cursed and blessed

#life #thoughts #everyday #cursed #blessed

AFJ Mar 2015

PTSD.

humble wills, with violent tasks.
forgotten souls with guns & masks..
noisy threats, awake at dawn,
how long will this commotion last?

No one cares,
that the cemeteries are running low on space.
the mothers bid their sons farewell upon leaving the gates.
worried, & scared to death i can see it in their face..
We shouldn't have to **** each other to win the human race...

the so called "leaders" dont care that the youngins are at war..
if only they knew the humility that was once in their core.
never setting foot in the battlefield unless its safe to explore..
Politicians never get to see the carnage and gore..

new jim crow.
minimum wage might grow..
but so will the price on the head of a foe.

So the young soldier puts his gat by the pencil box in his pouch..
he knows if he ever needs another magnum that its under the couch...

& as long as his colors stay Piru, he'll forever be blessed...
But no one seems to talk about the post traumatic stress.
.................
Cursed to not follow this order..
it ends up as a disorder..
Revenge turns to a diss, order.
till a bodies rotting in the sewers & you cant stand this odor.

(Tonys song.)

-afj

RIP TONY

#cursed #blessed

Adam Miles Christopher Bell Mar 2015

A cry out

I feel so lonely, like I'm not even supposed to be here.
I'm in the background of every photo.
No-one ever replies to me, and when they do it's only a basic one word answer.
I try to be happy but I get treated like I'm just everyone's plaything, only there when they need help, or feel lonely themselves.

My heart hurts, I just want to cry.
I want to be gone from this, but I don't want to die.
Technology doesn't work properly when I try to use it.
Girls that I like don't even bother, the only girls that do, are the girls that I'm not attracted to.

And I hate writing sad things, but I need to find a way to get it out.
I know I'll still feel lonely but maybe, just maybe, someone will tell me that they are going through the same....

I'm lonely and I'm sorry.

#depressing #sad #hate #me #loneliness #ignored #upset #unloved #cursed

Sarah Gammon Dec 2014

without a muse.

I've lost my mind full of words,
as it seems impossible to speak.
For, after all the things I've heard,
my tongue, defeated, is now too weak.
Confliction is a tasteless *****
as she works her magic in my mind;
I've been cursed by that **** witch
so that resolutions, I will not find.
Without any understanding, I am empty,
just left wide open; a black hole.
There are none who can undo what was done to me,
none who can give purpose to my soul.
This is not the first, nor the last time
that I shall be be faced with disappointment.
And now it feels so hollow, this mind of mine,
because without words, I have no enjoyment.

Copyright sarah gammon 2014

#poetry #words #alone #loss #writing #disappointment #cursed #sarah #gammon

AFJ Dec 2014

I Hear You.

This isn't love, This isn't hate.
This is that sorta thing hard to relate.
This isn't luck, this isn't fate,
This is that sorta thing hard to escape.

This is the truth, this is a lie,
This is my reason for getting on by,
This is a low, this is a high,
This is the reason I ask myself, why?.

This is a story that shouldn't be wrote.
This is a saying that you shouldn't quote.
This is a struggle that I've never spoke,
This is the reason I'm rowing the boat.

Why am I rowing the boat?

Refusing to sink,
3 a.m and i think,
By 5 a.m &I; might be crouched over a sink,

What of this life,
So called living,
so called, i haven't felt full since thanksgiving.

So called, so called...
God did his roll call,

And for a second I hesitated.
And whispered, Here... You?
The reply i got was..

I Hear You.

-afj

#cursed #blessed

AllAtOnce Nov 2014

perfectly broken

we wrote our own story
but it got away from us
breaking out and breaking down
broken love and broken hearts
what we tried to fix we just tore apart
we tried too much and tried too hard
we didn't need fixing, baby, because broken is what worked
when we tried to love we just got hurt
we fell apart and fell back together
some loves are not meant to be
but that doesn't mean they aren't broken perfectly
sometimes we don't need to love out loud
or stop and wonder "how?"
that would just make things worse
because, baby, this love is cursed
smeared lipstick and pretty lies
stars are glowing in your eyes
we don't need light to see
because shots fired in daylight always bleed
bring me life or bring me death
i'm ready for risk and i'm short on breath
we don't need perfect and we don't need rebirth
because, baby, this love is cursed
we don't need "i love you" and we don't need gifts
that's for amateurs who still believe in fairy tales and rosy lips
there's no room for hellos or goodbyes
just locked doors and pretty eyes
pretty eyes
locked doors
pretty lies
watch me run and watch me fall
catch me quick and hold me tall
don't worry about life or forever
just bring me close and whisper: "we can be together"
you said you loved me
and i said really
we don't need perfect and we don't need rebirth
because, baby, this love is cursed

just pieces of a song i hated so i fixed it kinda

#love #lies #forbidden #blue #really #cursed

Mrs Ashley Somebody Oct 2014

Curséd Reason

Stirring inside of me,
I feel curséd reason:
It begins to seep through
And invade my brain cells;
Even though I have hope,
It turns into despair.

#hope #brain #thought #despair #inside #reason #cursed #6x6 #stir