"blackend" poems
My Fairy Tale Life Is Over
And I just can't believe it's true
My world is collapsing and falling apart
I feel lost, I feel lonely and blue
Maybe its a nightmare and soon I will open
My eyes to the way that we were
Loving and caring and helping each other
So happy, so safe, and secure
If I am dreaming, and our love we still share
I'll wake her with kiss and desire
She'll pull me in deep and whisper so soft
Her voice sets my heart on fire
I waited my life she was always the one
But now I am empty and I'm coming undone
My Fairy Tale Life is over
And reality is driving insane
The beautiful colours that were filling my eyes
Have now blackend and filled up with pain
The stereo sounds that once tickled my ears
Now screech with guilt I succumb
My soft touch for her is no longer needed, my fingers are useless and numb
My Fairy Tale Life Is Over I fear
I feel dead, alone, and afraid
For I am the reason it's come to the end
And my life is the price I have paid
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
I was driving to work just the other day
this guy was riding my bumber like I was in his way
he decides to pass but almost clips my car as he cuts me off
he hears my horn and flags the middle finger to flip me off
I return the gesture and his tail light burst into bright red
slamming on his breaks and tempting fate what a bone head
I hold down my horn to let him know I am thoroughly ****** and had enough
he motions to pull over to the side of the road, he thinks I won't call his bluff
out of my car first and I can hear his big mouth and it is still runnin'
I won't be showing any mercy this ***** has it commin'
my fist meets his face with a loud smack and the blood begins to flow
a few more punches and he lands face down in the snow
now his ribs and my steel toed work boots are being vigorously introduced
it's amazing how from rude behavior so much hostillity is produced
before I go to get in my car to leave and finish out my day
I lean down and look into his ****** face and blackend eyes and I say
"The next time you decide to be an inconsiderate ******* when you drive, remeber this beating and how lucky you are to still be alive!)
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
the dank hallway is filled with
the repercussions of conversations
that only she can hear
her dead phone rings all night
her lover stepped out for a smoke
ten years ago but hell be back in a moment
she loads her version
of disappearing
and a smile slowly fades onto her face
a deity of sunshine
her open vest sweating skin
is covered in particles of the dirt that
hides her eyes from seeing the dire face
of this long long year
like a blast furnace she keeps thouse thoughts
sealed behind the locked hatch
its battleship beginnings lend credence
to defensive posture she takes
when confronted by the ugly truth
he ain't never comin' home
guess my name
but you know my face dont 'cha honey
its the blackend end of all your burned down dreams
its the final chapter of all your unfinished novels
i am darkness within your own soul
her jagged edge feelings scare her
and she tries not to let them show on her sculpted features
but with rancid ticks and convulsions of the lip
they escape one careless emoticon at a time
don't all emoticons have screaming faces
bleeding eyes
she smiles for me
and navigates the narrow hall
past the groping old men
to a safe corner where she can disrobe her heart
and let the tears fly fast and furious
pills and molly
would solve she thinks
but holding my hand will do in a fix
if i can get her through the night
if i can get myself through the night
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
**The World's Waters Stagnant; Blackend With Hate,
The Clouds Grey, Shedding Salt Filled Tears,
The Wind Whistles The Songs That Captives Sing,
As The River Cools The Fugitives Burning Feet,
Though Polluted It Glitters Beneath The Sun,
Which Sits In The Polluted Sky,
The Still Sane Sun Reflects Off The Traumaed Eye,
Turning It's Tears Into Liquid Gold,
Though To The Money Hungry Ruler,
They Are Not Worth A Thing**
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
**** this beast that haunts this cave
Im not ******* sharing it anymore
got my sharp stick and courage to waver
gonna stab that ************ right in the heart
Ill spill my blood in bowls full before i yield this fight
**** this monster that rises in my chest
gonna stomp it back into the mother ******* ground
got my high heel boots on to tread its dread
Ill break my legs in a thousand places before I quit this fight
**** the ****** HATERS who think that Ive got to stink before they shine
**** all the ******** that ***** with your mind
**** it all, forget the score
it never fucken mattered anyway
cause I was never approved to play
I play any way because
Im gonna **** that demon up
you know the one that blackend up my soul
the days are fucken numbered
it stops here cause I aint got no fucken time for that fucken **** anymore.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
I can picture You embeded in my skin...tattooed sin...As I flex you move...a gyrating women...grip closer to me...speep ink into my viens...Send your poison to my brain...make it say your name...stamped by your mission to own me...you control me...grab me by the horns and hold on, bull ride me...and constipate my body so i'll never bull **** you...brand me with the emblem of beauty...its your duty, to use me as your mirror on the wall to get cutesy...Im enchanted...when Im branded...fantasized when Im alone..but your embeded in my skin...so we'll always be at home...and the fairest in the land will have a blackend tone...cuz even tho snow is white...it still sparkles when its dark at night...
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
Take this hand.
May I guide you within the depths?
So traggic to view her this way.
White in a doll of china's mask of death.
Tormented did a candles light cast doubt's with no hand to grasp
a wrist bled slow.
Tea leaves and incense.
Masked air of rosemary the record scratched and was inturn
left unherd.
Thoose eye's captured want yet
never could clasp a heart or lockets match.
Was it as planned?
A slow regression into a blackend fade.
A cloth over lamp.
It dimmed the light but never the flawed beauthy.
that I knew well.
Sleep in a life none would yern to awake.
My heart did linger in a thought as overcast skies blue eye's
did paint my thought's gray.
Cold was perfection a raindrop viewed from inside.
I kissed you last as first I bid farewell.
That night you took from many yet only thought as one.
A tormented love a single rose.
So tender you were stained of many.
But a portraiht to me.
Your words a soon to be epitapth of my pain cast memory.
Thank you for never seeing me as so many befor.
Many works of art are cast in pain.
Dove's of life often cry a tear when met to dirt.
I held you close once apon a empty floor only not tight enough.
Music that cast a passion lights so dim often gliow with soul.
I see you now and think of that time.
Tender in a stone that is a chamber I call my heart.
I wish I could have brushed away the pain.
As I did a hair that night from your face.
Thoose eyes a void of passion life often does ****
If you had taken that hand would we have found ourselves?
Or simpley lost it togather in a vague chance at bliss?
I remember you still.
A painting of a woman known to many but who's heart
was shared only with me.
That moment apon the bar's empty floor forever fill's my
thought's
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
The warrior clings,
Claws, fights to fight
Still with bullets in her back
She crawls
The wind howls persistently,
Consistently blows
Against the trees
When they refuse to bow
The water beats and leaks,
Drips on stone
To wear it down, drown it
Even if it takes one hundred
Lives and paths around the Earth
The salmon leap dams
Until their silver flesh
Grows blue and bruised,
Their insides batter,
And still they climb
The birds fly south
A thousand miles from
All they know,
With the threat of frost
On their feathers
When they survive another year,
When the salmon bare children,
When the stone finally moves
And gives way to a new fresh spring,
When the trees crash,
And new life sprouts
From the deadened base,
When the soldier takes the final blow…
These helpless participants
In a world they didn't design
Become the catalyst, key
For a whole new world to blossom and bloom
They're not in it for the thrill
For their health,
While with broken, blackend bodies
They bleed onward
They don't do it
Because they want to
Or because they were encouraged
Or because it was commanded of them
They don't do it because law
And nature demands,
Or because they are programmed to
There's no wealth,
No thoughts of glory
In those moments at the end
When it is "succeed or fail"
They do it because they must.
Because not doing it isn't an option
Because a life without their deeds
Is not life
Because if they don't… their world will die.
It is for this same desire
Same perseverance,
Insistence
Tenacity
Relentlessness
With no option but to keep fighting
No other words but "fight",
No other thoughts but "do"
No other breaths
Than the small gasp of pain
Followed by the determined gulp of air
It is with the same breaths that I cannot cease
Cannot desist
Cannot resign
Cannot send in the white flag
Cannot accept the fate
Cannot let it be
That you are slipping away.
I must take the beatings, and keep fighting.
I must accept the wounds, the bullets,
And keep crawling for you.
I must succeed.
I must keep fighting.
I must keep fighting.
I must keep fighting.
I must keep fighting.
Because dying isn't an option.
The war was won
The new life bloomed
The salmon bred
The birds survived the season
And we will see the light again.
Because it must be.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
Veins full of drought
early cages for my demons,
huming currents blow
through these blackend wrinkles,
cracks of atrophic mud.
A force from above
keeps pushing me your way,
but I’m vividly hiting the ground
like a feather fallen from your wings,
or a chord that can never touch you,
like an ice cube left sober into your last glass,
or a dream you won’t recall,
as your eyes unfold
to ennoble and delight the day…
life, again, never puts me at ease
only teases me about what I’m not…
I’m a contradiction of lines
persistently dying inside,
bleeding out to death
but just for the Joy
that now I know.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
A Solemn Procession Across Ashen Fields
Marches to a Funeral Dirge
The grate of Worn Heels against blackend Stone
Onward to Ragnarök, and the Final Cou De Grace
To Sing a Lament to Stone Aether and Fire
Bring to Us Wind and Rain
To Sweep us like Dust from the halls of Time
Bring Thunder that Rips the Bleeding Sky
and Lightening that shall Split the Hallowed Earth
So that From the mouth of a Heathen Hell
May issue Balefire to lick the hems of tattered Robes
Bring the Oceans to a Violent Boil
With such turmoil that She will at long last give up her Dead
Let the Putrid Yellow Skies be choked with Ash
So we may never hope to see the light of Day
Hold to thy lips the Final Cup
A tonic to Release us from the ghosts of the Fallen
That we may embrace the Final Darkness
With open, Longing Arms
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
white sand
flecked with
blackend seaweed
occasionally
a smooth tumbled pebble
the smell of salt
and iodine
water, whitecapped
as far as the horizon
and beyond
and heat clear crisp heat
drawing and drying sweat
on bodies bronzing
seagulls squabbling
over chips thrown
to a zephyr breeze
and the sound of sea
making love to sand
sealife, in australia
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Embers burn
and embers bright
lights the fire
burns through night
embers heat
the charring wood
smoking flame
and blackend soot.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Days slip by with remains of my emptyness cast aside like bottles apon a vacant highways path.
How often had I found little comfort in the arms that knew nothing and only lingered for
payments often underpaid in moments best left to forgotten like nights of youth kissed in
a lovers lipstick called regret .
Sometimes it takes a good demon's burn to pull your head outta the cloud's.
And in these empty highways reflection often i'd found little more than rest stops
and regrets to fuel my anger and true sense of I dont give a ****
Faces of a blank canvas heading toward new horizens and bitter end's.
Children lost clinging to people more clueless than there youth cast logic could bare.
No one's home in the lost.'
Only found in the emptyness of a new destination.
I cannot say wear I became such a heartless soul.
Only point you towards another route and send you off to find something
that would resemble a traggic play called happiness.
A broken down machine shook by other's in hope for a free treat.
Some just for the hell of seeing it swerve ive long since learned to respond
in a stock sense like some robot no true thought left in my blackend soul.
Dark roads spread like snakes across tatered highways soon to be forgotten by all.
Rest stop ahead one mile.
We gather a lost audience with a shared flaw.
Tired of travel some drenched in life.
Togather we gather in seconds as soon we all do depart.
I cannot say ive spent the time only to erase it in vain.
But a highway is a womans love never returned only taken we no
longer feel the desire to give.
In darkest hours of mornings soon to be aproaching light I sit watching
the lights chase off into the distance swallowed into a never seen again void.
So many chasing dreams others just chasing a new stage.
All of us headed towards yet another dim lit destination.
I always dread my return.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
a blackend cloud on a darkend day blow wind blow this gloom away
feel the cloud touching out feel its power feel its clout
cotton candy so they look yet pure danger evils touch
blow wind blow my thoughts away leave me clean for today
give my soul some peace for once give it feedom give it love
charge my mind with happy days fight the fire damp the blaze
clean me out so i can see ..see a future ,happy free
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 1:31 PM UTC
It was a dance of allure, pure like sugar cane,
And each step was ****** to begin with.
Jazz roared wild through our hearts,
Strumming on our bass notes.
Each bitter sweet note was tender and painless.
The rough jazz singer called out into the night,
The band played and stars sung out in all their elegance
And we danced
And danced.
The music died low
And the stars hummed softly to the night.
There was a temptation in the satin thump of a bass
As our hearts strummed together.
Then a string broke,
The band stopped,
The room dimmed,
The stars wept,
The polished brass of the trumpets became rusty and blackend,
The singer melted away into shadows,
And the room was now simply old and abandoned.
And this was my new truth.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
I keep waiting for the sunshine
But all I get is rain
This melancholy spirit
Fills my soul with pain
Lost I wander aimlessly
I know not where I go
My prison bars are hopelessness
Freedom, I'll never know
Locked in total darkness
No hope to see the light
Just a forgotten memory
A spirit of the night
Not looking for a future
But praying for an end
One more day is way too long
In this hell I'm living in
I write these words in torment
A curse, I live each day
A poet's heart, forever dark
With only hate to say
I write no happy endings
Just pain and suffering
My blackend heart betrays my mind
With the words my pen must bring
One day soon I'll breathe my last
No loved ones here that cries
My torment here is over
This poet of darkness dies
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 7:25 PM UTC
You should not be on my mind,
lips on hips,
between my thighs.
Your tounge should not be searching for my blackend soul.
You're a pill..... I swollowed whole.
Intoxicated, I'm addicted, I'm obsessive, loosing control.
A hatred for the girls who sleep,
they speak the truth,
they moan free.
She has something i'll never have. living thoughts driving me mad.
My calls for you fall upon deaf ears, my boys sleeps like theres no fears.
In my dreams and waking hours, I'm yours to take and to devour.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
It’s raining glass on these acres of wood, the shards are a magnificent color of onyx and sapphire
It’s as if the winds are conducting an opera, the trees the actors as they become scarred from the shards
The shards lodge themselves in my skin, but I feel no pain, I feel no hurt
As the blackend sun begins to set on these acres, the rays illuminate me, and I shine as the salt among the oceans
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
You beautiful face
You beautiful soul
Now, take your control
Endless you fear.
Endless you tear.
Endeless you dig your flesh to clear.
The pain you hide i want to share.
Set your knife on me,
Share with me your pain.
Set your soul on me.
Share with me your light.
Your dark dark light.
Heal with me your wounds.
Heal with me your skin.
Let me let your blood.
Let me stitch,
Have me sew your broken ends.
Controll me...scar me...save me...let me...
Drink my warmth,
Sip my blood,
Flow the blackend river of heart i have, over you.
Take control,
Beautiful face.
Beautiful soul
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
All the heart break, swirling death, and held back tears create a refined soul.
Once upon a time she loved me.
These emotions of joy and delight fluttered inside me like a kingdom of butterflies.
Her singing swiftly guided this blackened soul, to a fountain of youth, my ears heard a symphony when we was a lone tone.
Love will do that to you.
Blind your senses and make you face the music.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
Watered streets and muddy skies
The last rose bud dares to defy
Sharpened thorns and distant eyes
Another feeling to disguise
Snowy hills and freezing cold
The thorny rose could not keep hold
It will wilt and grow old
Desperation: a festering mold
Deserted streets and blackend sky's
Agony and pain regestared in distant crys
****** thorns and pale eyes
The rose bud to dust, then dies
Burning hills and sweltering heat
The people **** one another in the streets
The apocalypse and the world shake hands and meet
This ***** planet of ours: Satan's seat
Wasted soil and barren land
Hungry mouth and empty hands
Wicked people with sinister demands
Then green. Then wealth. Then sand.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC