#darkpoem
An eye that keeps the shadows,
a bottomless, nameless well.
In its glow, truths drown
that were never meant to be told.
Black, like the silence
before the soul breaks apart,
like tears falling softly
without asking the dark.
You look… and something dies,
slowly, without a sound.
Because some eyes don’t just see—
they pull you underground.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
At the ticket counter,
I buy two tickets —
with lots of popcorn
and mac & cheese, of course.
"Ma’am, your seats are A5 and A6."
Enjoy the movie.
A5… A5… A5… uhh—
there it is.
I sit.
It doesn’t feel comfortable.
Is it my position… or the seat?
The movie starts.
Popcorn trembles on my lap.
Blood explodes on the screen.
They all rush in to save—
but who?
Who stole the terrace?
No wonder my eyes are filled with rain.
Or… are they tears?
But for who?
Hands press onto my shoulders,
consoling me, saying it will be okay.
But why?
The screen shatters.
Cries for help
pierce the ears of criminals—
cries hoping for rescue,
but softer now, fading.
Then I realize:
the other ticket I bought…
that seat is still empty.
Wait—
let me call him.
"The person you are trying to call is dead."
Dead?
How?
We were excited to watch the movie together.
But wait…
Ah.
I get it now.
I’m sitting on a grave.
Not on a seat.
No wonder my eyes feel too heavy with water.
~ Blue Hour
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
She came back,
glasses kissed her feet,
smoke closed her eyes.
Those screams…
echo in her soul.
She ran to her room,
heartbeat racing like a horse,
mind gone blank—
finally, the door is locked.
Is she safe now…?
In a room full of
dark lights,
moonlight falls on that chair.
That chair…
The bunny is still smiling,
too full of cotton,
too gloomy in pink.
Where did this creature come from?
He sees her,
but he cannot hug her.
He feels her,
but he cannot pat her.
She hugs him,
thinking one day
she will feel arms
around her back too.
Too sad he is only—
a bunny.
With pages flipping,
days passed.
Laughs still roam
happily on streets.
Cries still drown
silently in oceans.
But what about her?
Oh, finally
she is sleeping
heavily on clouds,
too fragile to carry
any more drama.
And once again,
in a room
full of dark,
moonlight falls on the chair.
That chair…
with the pink bunny smiling.
~BLUE HOUR
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:08 AM UTC
I set your plate
every night at six.
Same blue bowl,
same crooked spoon.
They say I should stop.
But what if you're just late?
The hallway creaks like it did that day.
I still hear your feet —
bare, light,
like whispers on wood.
They say you were taken.
That no boy could vanish
without screams,
without blood,
without a trace.
But mothers…
we know things.
Your toy truck still moves
when the wind is dead.
Your door creaks open
when my hands are full.
And sometimes,
I smell your shampoo
just before the thunder hits.
Tell me —
am I mad,
or are you home?
~Blue Hour
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
How do I explain that I smile but have a sad soul? That I'm both brave and shy. That I keep most things to myself but when I decide to let my walls down mu ugliness is too much and uncalculated; just raw and painful. The strength and grace i give to others I can't give to myself because I don't have the training. Quietly, self-soothing but then my insides need help getting back to solid. How do you walk head up, heart strong but silence can break you all at once. They say, "life doesn't happen to you but for you. I don't understand. If your mind is powerful why does mine play tricks on me.
Tell me... how do I need people but then feel ashamed I burden them with unhealed pain. That I don't want them to leave me but love me unconditionally even when I don't love myself. When does my soul match my smile? Tell me how to wipe the invisible tears while trying to stop the uncontrollable ones.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
by Vedanta Anagha
The town was decorated in black lights,
Calling them — as if none were alive.
The wind whispered soft like waves,
Burning bodies with a cigarette’s flame.
A monster was called — ruthless among all,
Screams filled holes where hope once crawled.
She vanished from the side where I still survive,
And graves kept growing — marking time’s dive.
Four at a table, one rose, three fell,
Heads bowed down — a silent knell.
Blood all around, yet they still implore,
For the crow to sing — one last encore.
The bullet kissed her head — now she’s gone,
Burning again in the flame of her own personal book flame song.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
The audacity
Of your tongue
To be shaped like a flower
But to speak like a serpent
The animosity
Of my chest
It heaves each time your near
You pollute my very air
Disgust and contempt
Don't begin to explain
How much I seeth
When I hear your vile name
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
I had a dream about you
It wasn't sad, it wasn't joyful
It wasn't even blue
Oddly I dreamt of you as villian
Hands around my brother's neck
Eyes full of cruel intent
Though the nightmare left me shaken
I'd rather dream of you again
Than be rudely awaken
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 1:47 AM UTC
Proudly he handles the bottle, bellowing about her as if she were a person
She's not fine wine, she's aged wine.
kept in the dark; alone with her thoughts
low in the earth; like a corpse
and given all the time in the world to ferment; she's rotting
Her glass is smooth you see, and cool to the touch; like the pavement on which she fell
The curves are unique to every bottle; her carcass so pretty
And the deepest green you'll ever see on a bottle; like her eyes
I have preserved her so! To keep her how she should be!
that's how he wanted to see me
She has aged well, for almost 20 years you see.
still as young as ever
But this is a special occasion; they found me
Go fetch some glasses; I can hear them digging
And we'll celebrate her.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC
My tongue sharpened today
Angles fell off it like classroom fancies
Rationalised to a point, its first act
Was to knock out my fangs from behind.
I stumbled about the house
Slopped through the bathroom door
And foamed at the toilet seat, a
Wave broken over a rim of briny coral.
My salt winked about the walls, around the tap, between the wiped tiles
In the shower head of porous sponge
The seaweed in the pipes crawled up
And drowned me in the sickly sweet.
Downstairs smelt the same, logically the sea dumped down
Underwater fish glided past my window, all with the same
Grim face against the mirrors, aping the ocean
With me trapped inside.
I turned on the same song, fifteen times,
The sound tried to reach me with such ambition
But it floated to the top, belly up in its bubbles
Ridiculous, I scratched the date on the seafloor and entered the kitchen.
Drips everywhere, grease stalactites, from the tiles, the yawning oven, the spatulas
A Cretaceous museum where savagery is kept
In little plastic boxes, with clear peelable lids
A fresh, messy ****
In the hall the grey light descends through slit windows
Colour settling at the bottom like grit, all the greys so tall
Give the narrow rectangle an aftertaste of dust
Just one keeper before me
It devours my key, hacking as it gobbles
But it does not anticipate my twist
I gut it from inside, it spits its meal back at me
And I swing its limp, dead frame 90 degrees.
Stepping out feels like a moonwalk, with Houston's neutral formulas
Unheeded in my ear, finally I can greet the clouds, that probably escaped,
Like me, fumes from the chimney
Pale and fading away from lack of auspicious sun.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
At night the stars seem far away,
But through the dark is light and day.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
A spider crawls under my toes in lust,
intoxicated by the warmth of my veins.
Do not waste a drop, I cried,
guiding it to drain me out of blood.
Today is my day.
A test to impress the Master.
To prove my dark is worthy,
skilled enough to be a successor.
The dead settled in me; one by one.
They hunted for life in every corner,
raided the deepest pit.
My black was satisfying.
They dressed me in the cloak of death.
I laughed at my desperate attempt to be the new Master.
The final round,
A fight with the Master himself.
He strikes a hole through me,
the void was known yet distant.
I want the throne,
I slash him in two by the cut of my heart.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
Shrouded by black, in every corner and every crack,
the pitch of the room keeps me secluded.
I don't have to focus anything, everything’s moving, shifting in the shadows.
I am in the dark, and I like it here.
It hides my shame, my tears, and my pain
i like it in the dark.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
The devil weeps for you
The angels cry with you
The harps plays a melody of your sorrow
Could this be the last verse of your ballad?
The ghosts haunting your hallways
want a place to call home too
They say a little prayer for you
But sometimes
life is just too hard to live
And sometimes
it just hurts too bad to be you
But there is light
There is life
in those skeletons in your closet
Those broken hearts are still beating
It’s not time for your swan song
There is solace in your sadness
with the honesty of your lyrics
There is heaven devoid of religion
Sing and they may just listen
Someone wants to hear your song
Say something
Someone else is singing the same tune
Listen to it
There is beauty
Look closer
- Keep going
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Her glass was half empty
in more ways than one
She lies awake
still haunted by all of the promises broken
all of the to gropes unnoticed
all of the refusals ignored
She wondered if she was asking for it
but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway
She couldn’t stop the sky from falling
They take what they want
while she lives in a storm of melted ice
throwing punches to her own head
trying to beat out the feelings no one will validate
Punishing her body for the sins of her mind
She was hurt by those she trusted
she was burned by the stars she reached for
No one is coming to rescue her from her
So she hides under the bar in the shadows
from evils one couldn’t imagine
With bottles of contempt broken over her head
being burned to a million ashes
sprinkled in the ocean
The flashing lights can’t brighten
the darkness she knows too well
She wondered if she was meant to suffer forever
Trying to punish herself with each sip
Looking for God in the spilled drink on the floor
getting high to be closer to heaven
She would never tell you about the forced submission
the stardust left behind
in place of her innocence
She knows no one would believe her
so she believes in nothing
- Starlet
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
She’s the girl at the party
reading ****** in the corner
instead of conversing the idle
she never learned how to read books with blank pages
She has a heart of gold
it’s just a bit broken
Can’t you hear it?
It’s beating for you already
She’s looking to be soaked in safety
not just comfort
She thinks she may find it
in your dry sense of humor
She wants you to untangle her twisted mind
She’s searching for someone to understand
the evocation that is her soul
that she’s a black hole
yet a ray of sunshine
That she desperately yearns for attention
but burns under the spotlight
Beautiful and tortured like the sea
Don’t judge her for the too many sips she takes
She’s just trying to forget
the things she never deserved to know
She’s using liquor to put out the fire in her brain
No one ever told her that it just helps it grow
She doesn’t want to feel alone in this crowded room anymore
She wants to run through the forest chasing butterflies
the way she always has to feel alive
She’ll make a paintbrush out of her own hair
if she has to
and paint her words on the moon
just to feel special for a minute
something she’s never been able to prove to herself
Because it’s hard to hear her echo
underneath the ocean
even though you can see her reflection in the sky
She’s the girl at the party
reading ****** in the corner
Don’t be afraid
Stars can’t shine without darkness after all
Hurry, before her lungs fill with water
Won’t you listen to her song?
She will learn the chords to yours too
Accept her because she’ll always accept you
- Unicorn
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
You thought I was speechless
but there’s a world inside of my head
far more magical than the one you know
It was just across the way
but you couldn’t find the bridge
you didn’t even look
You can’t see past your own view
I tried to fight
but I’m ashamed to admit
that sword was too heavy to lift
I always believed that I was too much
instead of knowing that you were too little
I tried to help you
the water carrier I am
enslaved to my humanity
I got tired of pouring from empty barrels
Some just drink every drop of water you have
Some just **** all of the air out of the room
You wanted me to be seen and not heard
though you were deaf to logic
Burning my brain with words like stupid
the hot poker of your narrow spirit
You made sure those words
would be branded on me for eternity
Some things can never be erased
Some cuts never stop bleeding
And I now must see necessity in barricades
Because I loved you loudly
but you weren’t listening
Because I protected you fiercely
but you weren’t the one in danger
Because I tried to be your life raft
but you sank us both
So I put up the walls
to keep you out of certain places
those that are too beautiful to be tainted
by a provincial mind
Not because I’m afraid
but because I’m brave enough
to realize that I deserve better
- Boundaries
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Sometimes you’re controlling
but that’s okay
because I know that you love me
and you will always be there
You’re the only one
that has always been there
It’s like I’m a ship
and you’re my captain
You always grab a hold of me
when the wind blows
and the seas get tremulous
you steer me away from the chaos
When life gets too hard
I know that if I sink
you’ll go down with me
Oh captain, my captain
Sail me away
- Submission
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
It must be a crush
yet I feel crushed by you
by this tidal wave of infatuation
crippled by the thought of your lips
You crush me
when you don’t look my way
metaphysically I suppose
I barely know you
I’ve mostly invented you
in my head
like a character in a fable
creating expectations
that you could never live up to
because everything is better
inside my mind
I stay up at night
wondering if you’re as lonely as me
You must be
We’re alone in our acumen
No one gets me like you
the way I see art
the way you drink to escape the hell in your head
I wonder what you’re trying to forget
With every sip
every intellectual prose
Our minds slow dance
to Sam Cooke in the moonlight
The truth is
you could be anyone
I just need someone
to think about
to obsess over
to distract me from myself
so that I don’t realize who I am
and fall back into the abyss
In my head you like
néo-noirs
Dorothy Parker
and ***** martinis
like me
We talk and talk
about decades we never lived through
romanticizing the music and fashion
neglecting the oppression
You help people all day
and slay dragons at night
Something about that cocky smirk
reminds me of him
It makes me nostalgic
of all the words left unsaid
that I can whisper to you instead
You lull me to sleep every night
with mellifluous nothings
and I sink into a slumber
and dream of your ocean blue eyes
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
Then I wake up
and you’re not there
you never were
you’re not real
just my own imagination
playing cruel tricks on me
We would never work
I’m too grounded in my hopes for the future
to fly to the moon with you
Your glasses are too tinted with rose
to see me in the light
And I’m too cold of a person
to start a fire with you
Your face changes
from time to time
but you’re always here
radiating in perfection and fabrication
I wonder what you will look like
next time
I don’t know who you will be
but I know that you will
crush me
all over again
I think I made you up inside my head
- A Mad Girl’s Love Song
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
The people who can’t fall asleep to silence
are the people to be the most worried about
The people who are terrified
to be alone
with their own thoughts
with the voices
Where darkness knows no bounds
there’s a reason it can’t be measured
They don’t make bedtime stories or lullabies
for people like us
The monsters under our beds never go away
they just get scarier with age
Because we chase our nightmares
the way others chase dreams
Strangled by our own memories
I’m looking for gray
in patches of black and white
Blood still drips from those sunflowers
painted on my wall
when I dare to close my eyes
because I’m still the broken girl I always was
counting sheep in my ripped nightgown
torn like my innocence
Clutching onto my teddy bear
lost like my soul
Hush little baby
don’t say a word
You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s ears
with your pain
There’s nothing to distract you from you
At least we can behave like stars for awhile
For we never shut our eyes
until the sun is in the sky
- Insomnia
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Does she ever catch
that grin on your lips
or the glimmer in your eye
when you’re thinking of me?
I bet you draw my portrait in your sleep
Your blue rose
Your broken diamond
You never forget the lyrics
to your favorite song
See me
Breathe me
Bleed me
Don’t forget me
- Selfish
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
I wonder when I’ll stop
looking for approval
under the sand
buried like your heads
I wonder if I’ll ever live my life
in honor of me
instead of
in spite of you
I’ve splashed in these shallow lagoons
and climbed these trees a million times
but I don’t belong here
because a purpose for someone like me
is too colossal to be contained on land
So I sail away from the island you’re all sired to
and I find bliss in the places you’ll never go
I drop my anchor
where the tides are high
and the minds are open
It’s a shame you’ll never experience this beauty
because you’re too afraid of drowning
- Shallow
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
Little did they know
That I had a mind of my own
Everything you've done and said
Will come back to bite you
By tomorrow you'll possibly be dead
Act like the devil and you'll meet him soon
Little did they realize
Of what I am capable of
All of those little lies
Have grown into a dead tree
And I'll torch it
As I watch all of the secrets
Vanish like lives
And then you'll die
Goodbye
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
She kept staring at the full moon
Her friend, confidant, fixation
Regretfully, I learn later, her escape
I kept talking in eerie silence
And keeping company to no effect
She like a bird tethered in a cage
I remember that night
Solemn the scar
Fourteen years hence
We were parked along a beach in Hawaii
Paradise one would think
Man and wife
Gazing in the opposite direction
I learn later our lasting vacation
Somewhere in the distance
Happy palm trees dance to the music of the waves
Whitecaps accentuate the moonshine of the night sea
Statues of tall mountains stand sentry
Separated by a treeline
Rolling hills, bare picket fences
And a defining moment
In the darkness and contrast
In·con·gru·ous
I see a few horses approaching our view, us
No doubt curious
My wife jests, as her eyes, depart the moon
Her reverie, her prayer pause
As the inside of the car shrivels
My heart braces
Her words, one by one
Denouncement at its finest
As she looks back at the horses, then me
"Even the poppies are in love
They're so stable"
She says this over and over
For my effect
Her eyes glassy
Her voice but a whisper
Steel, still
Drawing the horses nearer
Where soon their eyes
And noses peek through the fences of gloom
Big and brown,
Neighing
She begins to tear
Again
Sad and red
Real childlike
Her past begins to flash
Where she says something to the effect
That she once worked the corner of 42nd steet
In San Francisco
A bombshell went off
The horses sank in their seats
Lava spewed from my head
Mount Robertson in ashes
No votive candles could save her
Or us
Her angels on her shoulder
Lost to her rescue
Only albatrosses
Sinking
Sinking, us
Again in reverie
"Even the poppies are in love
They're so stable"
On and on
"I once worked the corner of 42nd Street
In San Francisco"
Her words, again, like ice
Melting
Reverberating in my mind
Where did I go wrong, I thought
Melancholy on the rocks
That night a man
And a moon cried
The sublimity of her message
The pantomime
The mock of steel
The planted seeds
The turning point
I can only gaze at the rolling hills
Now with two horses hoofing it back to safety
The darkness
The lost rebuttal and love
Her full moon
So prophetic
My teary eyes and mind could only wander
Past the happy palm trees
To the pieces of the puzzle
"You don't love me any more"
Deeply, I dug, wanting to find the answers
As her eyes and fingers quickly curled my lips
My insides a mess
She blows out my candle
Takes away the shovel
I knew
She knew
No words needed to be expressed
Only these
"Even the poppies are in love
They're so stable"
Soon it seamed,
Seemed
Stitches of our love ripped apart
That car that was once parked along the beach
Paradise searching
Now more suited for a funeral procession
As we bereave the aloha attire, hotel, vacation and then the airport
As two ships departed in bereavement
Rudderless, without sails
Our port becoming a pretense
The living room couch soon my refuge
Saturated with my tears
Faithfulness and honor
Her bi-polarity worsening
Sadly
Truly
I didn't know at the time
If only I had known
Had some understanding
The winds at war
Of what was in her harbor
More of the anchors of doom
Holding her down
The barnacles, erosions of her mind
I could have helped
I will always remember that night
Fourteen years hence
Two horses short of being stable
And the battles in my mind
The tears
The waning days and months
Where the seasons and time felt lost
A year later,
A morning dawn
Mourned
I looked into her vacant eyes
The stillness
She was finally at peace
No longer tethered or caged
There was a full moon the night before
Logan Robertson
3/04/2019
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Remember
How you became
When you wanted
To hurt me
The souvenirs
On my skin
Red, purple
And black
The truth is
I would have
Worn the bruises
As a jewel
Gifted by you
But not anymore
As I pulled out
All the stuffing
From inside of you
Like a rag doll
And rested you
Deep…
Down…
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC