"darknesss" poems
In the winter darknesss,
Whatever can you see?
I hear that you have turned
Your face away from me
Our time it was not easy
I didn't know what to do
All your love had turned to ice
And the old lies couldn't pull us through
But it seems so cold and cruel
For you to shut me out this way
Surely there were other words
We both had left to say
So forget that you have known me
While this cold wind blows
And snow begins to cover
Those dreams of long ago
In the winter darkness
Whatever can you see?
I hear that you have turned
Your face away from me
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC
darkness can come over us at any time, when we least expect it
turns our day into night, my darkness hides monsters, they are faceless
and yet each one,has my face, a face of mistakes
each bloodsoaked line, tells its own story
a grain of sand in a lifetime, of blood guts, and glory
a page in a book, a look into someones life
a good read, or a reason to hide, float away on the tide
i watch people, not people like me, there arnt any
just regular mr and mrs smith
i watch them shop, chat, buy, sell, argue,
i watch them watch me, i wonder do we all just watch each other
do sisters watch brothers, sons and daughters,
fathers and mothers, we all watch the clock, tick tock
time running out, death getting closer,life going out
people rush to get somewhere, rush to get back
sit for 5 mins and think about rushing, for this and that
not taking time to chat, laugh, or nap
no time to rest, just headless chickins
searching for slim pickings, life has to offer
sheep that bleet, waiting to be meat, on some fat ******** table
stuffing it in, relaying some useless fable
to guests that have requests, to be entertained
wine and dine, pass the time, like fat swines
feeding and breeding, living to eat, to consume
we are nothing, nothing that matters anyway
we just eat, bulshit, die, and fade away
we are here for a short stay, in this coffin life
living in stone tombs, for a price
noyone cares, noyone is nice, we are all rats and mice
kids and a wife
a sharp knife, to cut my own throat
bleed me dry, make me cry
leave this life, its not nice,
daytime fading, darkness waiting, life escaping
i dont care, nothing left here for me anymore
i am sick of being life,s *****
cant do it , feel sick, cant look in the mirror, to face myself
i am a blank expression,
eyes cloud over, time has run out, i am free, dont cry for me
i am finally where i need to be,
alone, in the ground, not a sound,
cold, old, no more storys to be told
just darknesss
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
I once heard that sadness gave birth
To the greatest of art.
But where is the beauty in cold doom
And darknesss?
The beauty between the lines, perhaps?
The possibility,
Of some cracked conclusion?
To end all delusions, with either mental upliftment or demise?
Upon heavy thought,
I channeled this pondering to be written, only to realize that this is the answer to the questionable beauty in sadness.
'Tis only beautiful when seen,
And 'tis only seen when shown,
And most of us are too scared to do so,
Other than to type our stories here.
This is where beauty in sadness is born. This is the art it creates.
So to all my fellow poets,
To my comrade lovers of prose,
Fret for as long as you need to.
Your beauty is seen,
Admired,
Appreciated.
But let it be known that,
On the flip side of your mind,
The world sparkles, glittering
For all of those who pull their hearts up from the wreckage
to see it.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
MY GLOWING LIGHT
IT BRIGHTENS WHEN I SEE HIM
MY TEETER-TOTTER ROCKS SIDE TO SIDE
I FAKE A SMILE
A FACADE FOR OTHERS
THE PAIN OF KNOWING HE STILL HAS HER
KNOWING HE DOESN'T NEED
I LOVE HIM BUT I MUST HIM GO
IF I TRULY LOVE HIM I MUST LET HIM GO
SHE LOVES HIM SO I MUST LET HIM GO
HE LOVES HER SO I MUST LET HER GO
BREAK AWAY FROM THE LOVE TRIANGLE
THE LOVE TRIANGLE THAT SHOULD'T HAVE BEEN
IT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN
IT SHOULD NOT HAVE BECOME A BEING
THIS IS MY FAULT
A FAULT I CAN NOT TAKE BACK
A FAULT I CAN NEVER FORGET
A FAULT I CAN ALWAYS REGRET
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE HIM
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THE LOOK IN HIS EYES
DO I LOVE HIM ENOUGH TO LET HIM GO
I MIGHT LOVE HIM ENOUGH TO GRAB THE
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Brightness illuminates the path.
Darkness reaches out as you jump.
Feel your feet hit the light.
Darkness can't touch you here.
The light provides shelter.
Now picture the light.
Can you feel it beneath your feet.
Can you feel it wrap it's rays around you?
Is it hot or is it calming?
What shape does it take.
Now remember what this light looks like.
You walk farther away from the darkness.
Turning around you say Goodbye Darknesss
Say it aloud, "goodbye darkness"
You are alive and healthy.
General but strong.
Here the Darknesss Cannot touch you.
The light pushes it away.
Whenever depression comes at you picture your light.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Bitterness eats at me like flesh eating bug chewing at my true self
Those various moments i regret i wish i could take back i must stop the darkness from taking over.
the darkness tells me its ok to do the wrong thing well darknesss go **** yourself.
You can be right once in a while but you take it to far excuse my language this dark time stays over my head.
I live a lie in reality i just want her to cut the chain first so i am free and that one Person i once cared for who is treating his son a terrible childhood.
I have my reasons to be this way you see i try to forget by doing so i became the person i didnt want be again. the ******* who is bitter over everything i am trying to get back to normal but its gonna be a uphill battle.
The war ends with everything is normal and no chains attached to my heart.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Siesta in darknesss. The sunlight disappears to the clouds.
I could wonder hazily from one step or street to the next
yet feel unfurnished and empty. Walk through me.
A bash to the shoulder and some books fall, I'm sorry.
These magicians flutter past as I blink unthinking
and there is the joy of the thoughts glittering:
But I am tired, so, so tired.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
Alone in the darkness; inside a broken heart,
Sitting on the throne of pain; a remaining particle of a broken soul,
My wound is love; it has once been my anchorage and my port of will in this abstruse world,
My pen is bleeding dark ink; feebly searching for emotional resilience,
maps of tears stain searching for pathway to the island of bliss,
What else but Love; the reason for my pain; the reason for the scar of misery I bear,
The anguish and despair masking these emotional challenges I raced,
the torment of the soul i enrage and shadows of the abyss that follow me to every place,
if you could understand the language of my heart,
the silent screams; the violent dreams echoing beneath the pit of my fragile mind,
Concealing the lingering shiver of hurts with fake smiles,
Trying to forget the lies and how deep fake love hurts,
Exhausting my emotional strength fighting this sting of pain,
The pain that cannot be expressed in words but crying,
Sitting in the darkness; tears flowing from my eyes like streams,
Cursing the heartless; for ruining my life and killing my dreams,
Questioning myself if it was possible for my heart to be fixed and repaired?
The shadow on the wall with fear instilled and despairs,
Sitting in the darkness with no hope remaining,
With nothing but a broken heart in the wish that life would replace it.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
He is the sun and the moon,
a cycle of hope and light
fading into elluminated night.
Every day,
"we cannot be."
His day lights the possibility,
touching, dreaming, not forsaken.
But during the night we're awakened.
Reminded,
"we cannot be."
The sun is warm and bright,
forcing the darknesss into retreat.
The moon's shadows signals our defeat.
Fighting,
"we cannot be."
The day for me to leave is coming,
and more time is spent with the moon.
The sun no more, no time to swoon.
Accepting,
"we cannont be."
He is the sun and the moon,
oil and water, never mixing.
Two elements beyond coexisting.
Deciding,
"to be."
He is my sun and my moon,
my inconceivable truth.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
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Better quality lies in Sadness.
Regarding poetry, darknesss, wrath and despair.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
I always loved the darkness it has a way to light up my soul
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Dawn is an eclipse
Yawning from deep repose.
Light coughed up, a shimmer and a burp
Then a glister, a small belch
Followed by a hurricane, a furnace glow
Escalated to a simoom, a sunscaped lightning struck optical blast.
Occultation sun shine blindness
To darknesss hidden.
Dawn unleashed is an eclipse to darknesss looming
Until evening’s return
Stygian kisses quell,
Regenerate sleep and dreams, mending ways
Windless gloaming waxes.
Night is an eclipse
Awakening from thin poise.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC