"dementor" poems
I guess it was the acid
Frying your brain
You thought you'd just try it
For the thrill, start to drill
In my membrane
I must admit, I starved for it
But alas you pass on by
Leaving only footprints behind
And though I've always known
When rolling dices made of stone
To count those blessings I'll always have
So losing ain't that bad
And on this cycle goes
Keep racing on this very road
In search of ways to fill a hole
The bottomless pit of my soul
Beware this trickster, out to bewitch
She crawls into your bed and it makes you itch
Dim-lit may be my lanterns
Imagination figments
Accompany, me in my sleep
Willing suspension of disbelief
I had it coming
My snow blankets are melting
Your garden's disappointing
As are you Sir Dementor
I see now you're grey and decayed
Not worth a single cent paid
Fungi verses my bouquet
In Some Unholy War
I guess it was the acid
Frying your brain
You thought you'd just try it
For the thrill, start to drill
In my membrane
I must admit, I starved for it
But alas you pass on by
Leaving only footprints behind
And though I've always known
When rolling dices made of stone
To count those blessings I'll always have
So losing ain't that bad
And on this cycle goes
Keep racing on this very road
In search of ways to fill a hole
The bottomless pit of my soul
Well yes I know of the animal
In me a smothering towel
Bursting at the seam with fever
For an artist unobserved
A false representation
I guess a mirror reflection
Of funfair loving children
Now in my veins desire
Is spreading like wildfire
But we're dead in the water
All life left on shore
Warnings so deafening
Have broken all of our strings
Shelter from electrocuting
Of Some Unholy War
I guess it was the acid
Frying your brain
You thought you'd just try it
For the thrill, start to drill
In my membrane
I must admit, I starved for it
But alas you pass on by
Leaving only footprints behind
And though I've always known
When rolling dices made of stone
To count those blessings I'll always have
So losing ain't that bad
And on this cycle goes
Keep racing on this very road
In search of ways to fill a hole
The bottomless pit of my soul
A. G. R
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
My innocence was not for you to take
******* life out like a poisonous bite
Apples rotting like my soul
Never beautiful will I feel again-
Fantasized
Driving off bridges
Popping pills
Sick thoughts clouding
Little girls’ mind
Death I wished upon myself
You turned me into a broken mirror
****** from the shards or glass
No pain shall I feel only a sick sense of the sweet relief
Sickly sweet cooper tones
Sliding down porcelain skin
No love in my hearts home
No love in my brains decomposing shack
****
Is not amusing
A glimmer of future life ****** out like a dementor
Bye bye childhood
You stole from
Innocent little girl should not defend
For their lives shouldn’t be placed into their hands
Rusty anchors lodge deep inside
A pain never shall be at ease
Hell shall be your only witness
Demons crawl from my soul locking their talons Into what’s left of you
How do you call yourself a man
Bars shall hold you in
If only I could grow some in my mind
Nightmares from those years
Only regressed into teenage tears
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
Dark, thin figures
floating in the sky
eating away every bite of happiness
no enough time to let out a cry
letting the darkness close in
until you're hollow
they are free
with no one to follow
*I am emotionless, I will consume you
I dance on the grounds of Azkaban
no eye sockets, a hollow mouth and scabbed grey skin
Allow me, to come closer
and give you a kiss*
My very existence seems to displease you
you alter the air with negativity
I shall fight you back
*But I have no limbs!
I hover above the ground
I will through you in an ocean
so deep
that you cannot swim*
I won't let your negativity blind me
Quit boasting your inane abilities
Let me summon my Patronus
and I will rise with chivalry
E X P E C T O P A T R O N U M!
Watch my Dragon drive you away
You filth of an amortal creature
Now I shall eat some chocolate to cleanse the stain
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Though the microscopic details of last night
Have effortless flooded out of my mind
And into her breath
I can still see all of the scenes
That I tried like hell to forget
But it's in her lungs
Like a piece of her
That she couldn't have possibly lived without
But will still soon let go
And forget
But it's there
Those words I mouthed as I realized
So swiftly
She doesn't know.
This girl that I met and instantly
Felt connected to
Like the frayed string of my favorite crimson sweater
Locked away in my closet
Finally stitched itself up
And it's Winter
And I still look half decent in red
So it's pressed against my skin once more
I sat there with the drugs between my teeth
Like I had something to prove
To myself
And the world
I'm still here you know, I'm still here
And even though I've pinky promised
And high-fived this girl
Like we grew up together
Eating the same dirt
She still doesn't know
She doesn't know all of the tragedy in my blood
And how I make Violet, Klaus, and Sunny jealous
Of my misfortune
A story so dark it would never win an award
But it happened
And it happened to me
And ripped me in half and activated my emptiness
Like depression is just a switch that only flips one way
A back plague that can only adhere itself to hope
And it's safe to say a dementor would starve
If I was left as it's only prey
So here we are,
And we're sharing a bowl laughing bitterly at memories
We wish we didn't have
Acting like we've moved on and built a bridge
Over the heart ache by simply laying down our jackets
On top of a puddle
But it wasn't that simple
I'm sitting in a pile of rubble and bricks with upside-down blueprints
In French
Slot A and B don't exist
And there is no simple way to forget the things
That once made us hole
I want a time machine so I can go back
And erase everything I ever ****** up
I want a time machine so I can flash forward
And see where the **** all of this is leading me to
I want a time machine
Because I'm sick of taking my life day by day
Scraping by, just praying to survive
Hoping someone will ride in on a white horse
With a suit of armor big enough for both of us
And a sword sharp enough to slice up my demons
I take my hit
And I stare at the girl I barely know
Wondering if her past can measure up to mine
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know how broken my heart was
On the day I learned it wasn't really shaped like that
She doesn't know that I was beautiful once
Before the scars took over my skin
She doesn't know
And maybe that's why we're friends.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
I'd pull the stars from the sky,
I'd take the bullet,
I'll be your reverse dementor removing the bad instead of the good,
I'd stay up all night,
I'd cross rivers,
Mountains,
Hills,
Valley's.
I'd thrive,
I'd live,
I'd die for you.
I'd remain unhappy if it gave your life purpose,
I'd walk in your shoes,
I'd take any happiness i have and implant it in your mind.
I'd walk over hot coles,
Ice,
Shattered glass,
Shattered dreams,
Shattered love,
To make you see that i love you more than anything in the world and would do anything to see you live, but i can't do that dead, so i guess you've given me purpose too.
I can't offer you the world but i'll give you more love than you ever dreamed,
It might smother you,
It might empower you,
You might not return it,
But if it sparks the match you need to go on, it makes it worth the risk.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
i'm like a Dementor
i feed off human happiness,
and thus cause depression
and despair to anyone near me.
i infest the darkest, filthiest places,
i glory in decay and despair,
i drain peace, hope,
and happiness out of the air around me.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
The sun still stings when I fall asleep in the grass behind your house.
I only visit when everyone is out; your dog doesn't mind. He, after all, has always been the only one to like visitors.
Burning up in your backyard, it's easier to pretend you wouldn't mind if you saw me standing by the hammock when you came home. It's easier to ignore how much you wish I were dead.
Please don't be alarmed to find cookie crumbs on your table when you make yourself a bowl of cereal after everyone is in bed. I would've cleaned up, but I wanted you to know some part of me still is messy, and thoughtless.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
Thirty years and counting
Every day, as life goes on
A fiery battle rages
In my mind, heart and soul
Conflicting thoughts and emotions
Wage an unholy war
Armed with a billion weapons
Far more destructive than nuclear bombs
The resulting carnage threatens
A result far worse than a Dementor's Kiss
You know, I never asked for this
I never asked to be born autistic
Of course, it is good to be different
But, does everybody appreciate this difference?
In India, the society judges you
Based on what you speak
However, my mouth is blessed
With an ability to turn
Anything that it touches, into stone
Resulting in decades of social anxiety
If only wishes were horses
I would be in Britain
Where actions speak louder than words
After all, not for nothing
Was King George VI one of the finest rulers
In spite of being born
With the handicap of a speech defect?
Thirty years and counting
Everybody seems to like me
Everybody seems to think I'm nice
Up to a point, that is
The moment I dare
To step out of my threshold
The moment I dare
To break codes of conformity
The moment I dare
To question any form of injustice
Is the moment of truth
It is the moment
When everybody shows their true colours
It is the moment
I stop being nice
Instead; I am angry, disturbed, jealous
Naive, immature, unreliable
Confused, weird, crazy
And the list goes on and on
With no end in sight
Thirty years and counting
I have seen enough
I have heard enough
I have felt enough
The time has finally come
For an internal independence struggle
Gone are the days
When I was busy being a 'Yes Man'
Now, if you have a problem with me
I can only tell you this
Tomorrow, you may find
A pill of cyanide
In your cup of coffee
Or a cobra in your shoulder bag
Or a bullet in your temple
Or a bomb in your briefcase
The choice is entirely yours, my dears
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Savoring the scent of my fear
Patiently you wait as I near
Kraftly hiding your true intent
Pretending awhile to be my friend.
In line to fate's checkmate
Imprisoned you recreate
To conjugate my soul
Your wake takes it's toll.
Twisting my insides out
Playing my every doubt
Closing in for the ****
Against the remnant of my will
Reality has become my fear
The end is already here
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
A darkened path, a search for the night. A walk through the valley of hope, down the isle of wishes. I sort the source of his rage, the antecedents of his ways. His name, Father.
A mentor to some, a dementor to many. His rule of Iron, staunch in his antique ways. Sometimes I think him Gothic, clogged by wrath. Like a counter-fort of fire, albeit difficult to fathom, backbreaking to assimilate.
His ways full of thorns, his path curly in my eyes, straight in his words. His buffonious look, like cold water on a burning star. As a child I felt like a Marie, his transformations made me fiasco. Because in him I was born, soon after, born in me was his touch. My cries like that of a toothless dog, a tongueless convict.
But then I think myself a miniature of his. A live labyrinth built over the years. Analogous to his countenated nature.
I suppose I would strive to lacerate my soul
from his spell. To be at liberty with my spirit, because in me he lives. To be to my apprehended child the fore-bearer I never had.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Be the Dementor, **** all my happiness till there is nothing left
Be the bullet that's shot from the gun and pierce my chest
Take my life and like the Dementor Digest
Till my soul is gone be the one with the gun so clever and deft
Be the one to tell me that all my hopes are done for
Be the one to crush them and throw them on the floor
Pluck each one and throw them out the door
Be the one to make my dreams no more
But Don't be the one who shows me that I can dream in colors
Don't be the one to let me see that All is possible
Don't be the artist who paints happy children and mothers
Don't be the one to say nothing is impossible
Cause I have others to do that for me
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Deep in the nightmare forest
where only the brave or foolhardy would enter
is the hut of that crazy man Ivan
the horror child of a dementor
The walls seep with blood that coagulates
dripping slowly to the floor
making a deep crimson carpet
that makes a crunching sound
Human bones are the spine to his door
screams of his victims resound in echos
he sits on a pile of dead bodies
and there sharpens his knife
The smell of death is everywhere
skulls outside his home warn all to be aware
he glances out of his cobwebbed window
knowing soon the moon will appear
Then he will leave the forest
and head to the nearest village
to grab another unsuspecting victim
another night of death and pillage
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I feel ******* invisible
Being in your past
But I can't even scream out how I feel because I'm not even supposed to miss you
To everyone around me,
You are public enemy number one
The villain who left scars
Who used me as emotional target practice
You ripped me up into pieces
To use me as fuel for your fire
For your ego
Why the hell would I miss you?
Underneath the floorboards of the ruins of the house that we built
Are the metaphorical polaroids of my secret
The fact that I almost lost my life just to escape
Because playing house with you is fatal
Making eggs and bacon for my own personal dementor
Because playing house with you is playing Russian Roulette alone
as you are too busy being the gun
And as I was hanging by the last apron string
You grew weary of the decor
But didn't bother to give your 30 days notice
This house is nothing but broken glass and ashes now
But I visit when no one is looking
Finding a broken reflection
Now you've built a house with someone new
And this house doesn't even exist to you.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
My lungs do breath,
But I forgot to.
My heart still beats,
But inlove no more.
Pain runs within my veins,
Clogging the joy and happiness and glee.
Sadness floods my mind,
A pessimistic evil dementor.
But then I fought.
With all my strength,
With all my hope,
With all my love.
But then I failed.
I wasted my strength,
I wasted my hope,
I wasted my love.
Very tiring.
Very sad.
I just lost,
And I'm exhausted.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
I might be a monster but now you're no better.
Certainly no angel yourself, see.
More like a black hole or my personal dementor.
Dear, you have your issues like we all do.
I let you dive deep, to my darkest pit.
My biggest fear, my uncease anguish.
Now you think I'm a bundle of bad news.
One with many secrets and a grief too great.
After 8 years of holding my hand,
You
Ran
And then there were none.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I let go of the crisp dollar into his cap and across from me a black couple starts whispering
smirking
shifting eyes back and forth between themselves and me
sneers slip off their faces and circle my head in a black dementor fog and my cheeks burn red in shame even though I know I shouldn't feel that way cause I've done a good thing
or have I?
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Do you know what it means to be alone?
Do you know what it feels to be on your own?
No hand to hold, no shoulder to cry on
No one to hug you when you come undone
I’m with friends but why do I feel so abandoned?
Living life like a bullet without a gun,
Like a sunset without the sun
Thousands of songs still left unsung
I don’t know why they all left me
Maybe, possibly, it’s because I’m a cheat
Tried to keep those promises, believe me
Just had to save a stranger, its in my nature
I guess I deserve everything and all of this
Let me just wait until the poison hits
Let me close the eyes no one will miss
Let me lie here waiting for the dementor’s kiss
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
They say to grab life by the horns,
but I've always approached it
like a second rate matador.
I stay with the cloak like
any good Dementor should
Big Bad in Little Red's riding hood
Spouting off at the mouth
'til these words turn into clout
akin to a caterpillar weaving it's crown
Cocoon doom blooming in a room
all he knows is to breathe
in through the tube
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
the room is upside down and with it im going down too
like being high but instead of happiness depression comes like a dementor
im scratchin my face but I cant scream only crawl in my skin that feels like its not mine
I want to end my life
with a knife
to get rid of this horror that my life has become
loneliness eats me up and i cant go out because they are looking, they are everywhere,
but noone is my friend, only ghost faces and stares who think they know what they see
while im the ghastliest ghost of all whose flesh is just a carrier now
my face is just a ****** up drawing of a 5 year old
i dont want anyone to see because they cant even guess
why the wrinkles are there, it’s the screaming
why the fear is shaking, the agony
i want to smash and shout but im still afraid of being heard while not being heard at all
i don’t know how to tell you either because this monster is now me
it doesn’t talk to me anymore like schizophrenia
it is my whole reality now and there is no distinguishing
threw my phone in the corner and broke its screen
a friendly reminder of the absent of what occupied me
powercut in reality becomes the powercut in my brain
cuts out the tales that occupy my brain
music is weird shouting
fhe fan is whirling with me in this unreal reality
i don’t want to make sense anymore because no one does
with every death i feel less
my cheeks burn from my clawing
shaken by feverish fear
i wanna throw up
it is in my gut
its my cancer
the tumor of the nonsense
pain is my muse but i would rather be “normal”
where are the traffic signs
i don’t have a gps…
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
My sadness and sorrow can't be explained I'd be happy to exchange it for physical pain. A crushed heart thrown away nothing left to drain.
The flames don't burn as strong as they once did Struggling to see the light in the darkness.
Promising everything while giving nothing at all.
Beware of his lying eyes and his dementor's kiss It's a fate far worse than death it self.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
The Challenge (Day 7)
Woman,
No woe, no *****
Descendant of eve, made from man’s rib
Man of Sand, then the Creators breathe
Not the devil, not to perpetuate evil
Why do you sow discord among yours
When you have been empowered to sew hearts hate has rent with love?
Woman,
Feminine, feline
Made to create, bear fruits
Fruits that nourish
Not to poison another to perish
Woman,
When will you realise that when you tear down one of ours, we all fall down?
Woman,
You’re called;
Mother, Daughter,
Teacher, Lover, Healer, Partner
Not killer
Don’t ****** ’er
Not backstabber
Don’t Torment ‘er
Not Dementor
Don’t mock’er
Not naysayer
Don’t Hat’er
Woman,
When you sit among man and slay your sister with your tongue
Just before you let him see beneath your thong
Do you think he’d treat you as royalty when you can’t practice loyalty?
Remember just as he sat to spew venom about her
So would he with another about you.
Besides he sees you and your sister as same
This stupidity won’t change if you think you’re a saint and your sister is to blame..
Woman!
You are your sisters biggest problem
And with her lies your solution.
Nothing will work if you don’t agree to walk with her
Woman,
When you stand for one, you stand for all.
If it can happen to one, others can also take the fall.
Woman,
Stand firm so another will have the courage to stand tall.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
High like the potter
Kissed your eyes like a gutted
Goat
Sliced into pieces
National kissing day and blood
Is on your lips and on your eyes
My dear dementor
One day
Before you die
Between all your preys
Have me in your dreams
Remember my kiss
Read this unexpectedly
Feeling that it's like someone's writing
Let the butterflies fly
In your stomach as you lie
In your deathbed we will meet
I will hunt you in your dreams
Kiss, kiss good bye my darling
Kiss, kiss bang bang my dumpling
You can be mischievous huh?
You were wrong though all along
Kiss, kiss sleep snow white
White as the ghost in the skies
I will be your potter boy
You will be rotting corpse
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
I am not
A happy person,
Not even close.
Seems to be a fitting name.
You only saw
The surface.
Where "darkness"
Was fun.
But you didn't see the real depths of my soul.
Would
It
Scare
You?
The things I see,
The visions at night
Are all too real to me.
The slashes on my arms,
The blood on my skin,
They are there too.
And even now, it still hurts.
Because I am still
"That goth kid",
Only much older.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Music
is my dementor's kiss in reverse.
Puts the soul right back in.
And makes the neurons giddy with love.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC