"darc" poems
I am wandering in a dark ave
lost, confused, and nowhere to go
but wait, is that a light?
a way out of the darc and the gloom?
I run towards the light as fast as I can
ignoring everything that passes by
as I get closer, I see that it is not a way out
it is only the faint shimer of a shining rock
now I am still stuck in the cave
more lost than ever
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
In the bed the thorns out
Piercing through my skin
The red liquid flowing, peeling
My body hollow.
I want it, I need it
I don't want to stay so I'm going
Save the blessings for your sins
You don't owe me nothing.
Escaping the purgatory
As the heart bleeds out
Bones shed the skin
Overcoming the impending doom.
Slowly the world fades
As my eyes turns black
My soul subtly rise
To reach the depths of hell.
The last time I breathe in
To fulfil my last wishes
Grant myself death
As it offers me in its cold palm.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
a wise mon once startled me
by asking son how yuh gonna
*** rid of all dat crap
yuh got there
was it his analytical assessment
of my darc aura or what i don't know
though what i now know be that
crap happens to the best of us
just to cleanse the worst crap from us
crap naturally happens to reboot
ill solved encounters as well as
unresolved life experiences
crap (via self loathing and self destruction)
happens to coexist
so either we stay knee deep in crap
stay full of crap
or learn to flush twice during crap
cause all crap lingers as well as stink
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC