"darkend" poems
the smell of happiness it is no more
the stench of worry lingers the air
a wall of thorns covered with ugliness
holds a rose that use to be pure and white
but now is stained black with pain
plucked from it's tree is a
black rose withering slowly with
a fading perfume of true sadness
crying with its petals closed
eyes filled with hesitation
so soft to the touch yet so
dry like a sandy desert island
a soul that dreams just too much
pokking through the mind's crevices
covered in rust completely deep within
is a growing disease of emotions with
a heart that ticks but too full to beat
yet pumpimg slow is cold yet thin blood
this face is a fountain spraying out dust
a wall of distrust holds bricks burning
just like a fire thats has lost control
a stomp of hatred has just taken over every
part of this heart once filled of love
with no time to enhale it all in
a soft and warm yet crying soul
is dripping wet with darkend fear
strangled by the tightened barbwire
cutting through each and every petal
leaving behind scars with shreds of pain
covering every inch of this garden of hell
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Colors are gift by almighty
The precious gift given prudently
seems so pretty to me
Black presents color of night
Darkend and unique you can hide from sight.
Seems so pretty to me
Purple is the finest color from kit
As flowers wear this as its perfect fits.
Seems so pretty to me
Pink is color for baby girls
As they match there cute and lovely curls.
Seems so pretty to me
Green is color of grasslands bright
A color which strengthens the eye sight.
Seems so pretty to me
Autumn brings brown and red along.
Covering the ground with leaves long.
Seems so pretty to me
Birds are also the instance of colors lively
Carrying twice or thrice shade collectively
Seems so pretty to me
Inside the sea ,fish and creatures muatully
Swimming with hundred colors benevolently
Seems so pretty to me
Gratitude to allah for the eye
To see a domed rainbow extending in the sky
Seems so pretty to me
Thank you creator for this gift
Beauty that inspires heart to uplift
Seems so pretty to me....
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
And the scars you call sovaneirs that mark your
arms and haunt your dreams.
The canvas tattred at times.
belongs to a tortured artist it seems.
Beatings breed the monster none will ever know.
Cast into the emptyness as a child.
Cries fell apon deaf ears screams in need of a direction
to go.
No photos or memories past do I
tressure.
the outcast understands the truth.
And does reside with the pain of plessure.
And the wicked will always find.
A subject so innocent.
For the weak are always left behind.
Blood apon the hands secrets eat at the soul
like a cancer.
Insanity has no reason.
Questions are asked for which i have no answer.
From chaos ive risen to bury that ghost.
Taken a form of a clown.
trapped within a prison this shell is but
a tempary host.
underneath the laugther it always does exist.
Passed of in conversations
Im fine I always insist.
It's no worry it's only a part time
lessure.
In the emptyness of my darkend soul.
I know the true pain of plessure.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
Trees withered by the winters cold
Snow and ice covering the road
Winter sun lies low in the sky
Waiting to blind the travelers eye
People rushing here and there
Wanting to get home to their cosy lair
All missing the beauty of the scenery
The calm, the still, the tranquillity
Mountains tall covered in snow
Snowdrops adorning the hedgerow
Dusk is fast approaching, time slips away
Darkend skies spell the end of another winter's day
Soon the moon will appear
Stars in the sky, crisp and clear
The beauty of winter is clear to see
Summer is just a distant memory
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
My silent screams go unnoticed
My darkend days unchecked
I wish they believed me when i said it did happen
The emptiness is all consuming
It stole away my breathe
Self harm is always an option
Sucide is wish
That wouldn't happen to me
Because even death has rejected me
The memories of being suffocated by the man you called dad totures my head every minute
But now....
I got nothin to say
My words ran away with my happiness
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:22 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
this is what we'll be
when our faiths deferred
bent with no freedom
for the caged bird
our eyes will roll like maddend stallions
we'll blunder in a crooked step
for this is the work of our fathers
this is their regret
we should have had gratitude
and bended our knee
but we broke the order
plunged into the sea
atonment comes from
a far away place
for we're terrified of triumph
sunshine on our face
self loathing is spiteful,
it darkend the pain
we're all so lost,
Gods love in vain
now that we're finished
I am sure to say
our revelation is over
as dusk breaks the day
raindrops in the eyes
thunder in the mouth
I see rage mounting like snowfall
from east, north, and south
drift away, drift away, drift to the sky
now we know the scriptures no lie
drift away, drift away, drift to the sky
we chose our fate, now we die
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
I look at my scars
Darkend on my skin
Like spilled ink on paper
They're barely noticeable
Similiar to myself
holding deeper wounds
Only seen as an ingnifiant mark
I hate myself
Too much to be sad
Over scars from past
Im still making new ones
My body wasn't made to last
My mind made sure
So deeply insecure
I promise no-one sees
Always forgotten
Until i open a new one
What have they become
But a reminder
Im a broken window
Everyone sees right through
Tape over the whole
And ignore the shattered parts
My scars arent enough
To signify my pain
They don't scare anyone
Theyre too plain
Endless void of choking
Choking on life
Since I swallow it
No-one cares what's left inside
You may stay scars
I won't hide you
I'll just ignore you
Like everyone does me
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
Looking out into forever,
to the vast lands and open skies.
Her mind continues to stray,
to her reflection always watching her.
She cant seem to go far enough away
From the saddend lips and darkend eyes.
She tries,
she always tries to forget,
To erase the past that haunts her.
-ARI
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
Amazing how opinions
Suddenly become facts
When the court becomes a minefield
And no one ever backtracks
They just keep on marching forward
Stomping all over the sanity
Of those who have no hope of any reward
For keeping a check on their own vanity
They don't scream it from the rooftops
They pace themselves like a funeral dirge
Slow and steady till everyone's ready
For the real persona to emerge
Hyperdrive.... man alive
Where the hell did that come from
It was hiding in the darkend corner
Waiting for the time to be right
To emerge upon the senses of those around
Who absolutely positively haven't got a clue
That imagination is not ...just
An abstract situation
Where part timers can go to feel
Some sense of satisfaction
It's a full time job
Where the verbal grenades that you lob
May make a point or get a laugh
Or blow up in your face
But if there is dedication
To the value that you accepted
As a reward
For your part and expanding the mundane
From small talk and small thinking to....
Revelations and education and new paths
To be explored
Where the minefields have become diffused
And reality has become... so confused
By an opinion that has suddenly become
Chiseled into stone
Where you and you alone
Know the combination to
The lock........ You possess
To a strong box
Full of small talk and small thinking
That you are always finding is impossible
Impossible....impossible.....
IMPOSSIBLE.....
............TO DISPOSSESS
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Her eyes were darkend pools
of twisted torment.
Her lips were broken lines
of lovely lies.
Her chest was tight and cold
from her heavy hardened heart.
And her legs were
Slender sticks of secret scars.
-ARI
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
Your lives are much sweeter than mine,
triumphs mixed with parties,
action and crowds.
I can hear it when you speak up
despit your fear, agony, youth, or depression,
at least you drive
finding someone
or you paint your lips with color
smacking them on the cheek of a compadre.
You drink crap beer or wine
maybe you even smoke.
Vices.
Mine are long gone,
sacrificed.
You visit darkend, pulsing clubs
people know you
they even come up
honestly glad to see you,
you are embraced.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
I want to celebrate
Being alive
Running and free across darkend streets
Between the humdrums lines of conformity
Right down the path of most resisitance
I want to be wild
I want to taste the world in my mouth
Feeling its beating pulse down my throat and across my skin
To touch stars and feel their burn
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
You sell your soul
For a taste of acceptance
With muse in hand
You slam, without repentance.
Colors bleed thru
And paint a darkend hue.
So light can shine?
So light can shine.
Such blinded eyes.
He lies in truth.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Carry on little phenox, spred light on the darkend hearts of man. Dont look back look foward and fly. Fly like a commet that lights up the night sky. Carry on little phenox, carry your light 'till the end.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I try to speak
I'm choked from within
Each of my compassions
Haunts me as my sin
Like darkend fog
Gently crashing in the brook
You should know by now
I'm a pig on a hook
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
Sticky
I crossed your darkend path
And felt how …
sticky you were.
Roped with irritations
Everything… just clinging.
I watched you
Unknowingly chase
The tail that is your own
Amused..
Like a juvenile.
Unable to shed
your malignancy
…of choice
Everything is your trigger
Clock waits… loudly.
********* blame
You remain..
Wide eyed
Looking for reason
To explain affect.
The presence of you
Films me..
I step away..
And brighten.
Tf 2/2016
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Day. A sunny day
Masked shadows arise
Eager to devour
The bitter potion is spelled
All shadows dispel
Awful taste engulf the air
A heart in tears
Day. A darkend day
I won't go astray...
At least... not today
..KidDo.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
The flame of orange reflections stay married with the darkend shore the grey clouds paint lifes backdrop of fate the crawling sea can only roar.the world is on fire igniting the sands leave the earth come take my hands a different view another way but deep inside i know ill stay.this closing tide will cure my weakness your healing salt will be my sweetness as for all lifes anchient creatures whos bones in dust create the world into the greatest winds that we are hurled .
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
The limous crud creeping in cracks, as light departs,
Shattered vocals below drowning eyes,
Each breath as though it were the last, Suffocating Alive
I'm buried deep inside a dying heart,
Anguished peaces torn apart, moments couldn't catch their breath, Heart frozen in continuous bewilderment,
Darkend halos enveloping lacerated lamenting hearts, set imprisonment in between their puzzled parts, The iris immersed in a roaring ocean
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC