"darnkess" poems
What's worse?
Missing someone and
still not being able
to talk to them
Not because you
can't, but because
both are dangling
from a weak thread
A bit of more stress
to it would shred it
away
Maybe it's something
that I want - I'd
rather die once and
for all, and not die
a little every time I
contemplate things
in my mind..
But I can't have it
either, whilst all I
could do was put up
a charade - smile
and shut my mind
off.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
that's how you came,
and that's how you'll be
paint on a canvas
wild, in front of me
mind clashing and
dancing, feelings
from up above, or
from the deepest dark
gutters of endless belows
you are something else
and I'm nothing of the sort
you'll have me in shackles
and bandages in short
but a bruised up
toothless smile
will rest
for a while
on the drifting
dreamer
Crawling for miles
protons smashing
mingling, mingling
Receiving
in space made
in randomness
and darnkess's embrace
but there's no sense to
make of what's happening
to me
I could go on
for hours
and you still wouldn't see
these things come from
nothing,
these things soon to be
from dimensions
unknown,
from foreign clearings
a fraction
of seconds
For fractured
Moments
suspended in
time
in existing randomness
we can't control
how we came to be
but it's your choice to
make,
it's up to you to hear me
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
A haunting voice echoes into the void.
Light is engulfed by the darkness of the oncoming night.
Many try to shout out in terror, yet only whispers escape their mouths.
Dogs whimper as they hide with their caregivers.
Birds cease their frantic chirping.
The land has been enveloped by the night.
Yet the haunted voice sings on.
An aria for the darnkess.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
Sometimes something happens in my head,
Like an explosion
And from it a universe of words and feelings are born
And I try to write it all down
All the misery and the joy
But there are so many thoughts rushing to be heard
And I can't make sense of all of it
More often than not art takes roots in darkness
And darnkess changes things.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC