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Dark Poems

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posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 02:48 PM
I wish I could hate you
For all that you've done
I wish I could leave you
All on your own

I wish I could take back
her pain times three
The pain that you caused her
And the pain you caused me

I blame my desecent on you
I blame her illness on you
I blame this all on you
I wish I could say I hate you

But, I love you too much.
I'll pretend its okay.
I'll keep living this way.
And maybe one day,
I'll tell you all this.

- Carrot

posted on Feb, 21 2009 @ 10:15 PM
Yeah Yeah ...I've been a bad boy. I guess I'm just less likely in this part of my life to write poetry. I still do its just long drawn out periods before anything comes to fuitition. But I still have enought time to do some.

But I was able to write one short one today. Most of my poems are just thoughts of how someone would act or somethign that has happened to me. This is is definately the former, so please don't be worried for me. I am really a very happy guy. I just know how to write the darker stuff and I do get a big of enjoyment in seeing someone like my work.




Locked away from all that is dear
Nothing that can help me is near
All I see is darkness and feel the pain and fear.
Will someone come be beside me here?

Separate, yet not alone
Rattling this cage that we call a home
Desperate to know something that is unknown
Longing for the freedom to roam
Nothing more will take away the pain
Even though it seems a little vain
To be wanted by someone else
Feel and to return the feelings you've felt.

Many years have gone its hard to feel
Locked away in a cage that steals
All emotions except for one
to free yourself, be over and done

Separate, yet not alone
Shaking this cage that we call a home
Desperate to find something that is known
Longing for the freedom to roam
Nothing more will take away the pain
Even though it seems a little vain
To be wanted by someone else
Feel and to return the feelings you've felt.

Bars broken chance to be free
Too hard now that I can't see
Too long I have not been free
Nothing more will satisfy me
Too hard to be so soft
Too angry to be so calm
Too hurt to be at peace
All I need now is just release

Jace 2009

posted on Feb, 22 2009 @ 04:11 AM
Another great piece, Thanks for taken the time to share it with us,

posted on Feb, 22 2009 @ 01:13 PM
I fall and you stand
I die and you dance
You've been dancing for a long time
For another man

Now you dance on my grave
You are so confident
It looked like a suicide
The insurance money is already spent

I'm watching you
I've got nothing better to do
They're on to you
Save the last dance for me

posted on Jul, 8 2009 @ 08:52 AM
Yeah sorry been really busy with other things to even write anything now. I'll try and do one later today.


posted on Oct, 20 2009 @ 07:17 AM
Darkness, closing in
since the world began
yet we are here
making some space
hoping to hear

dark into light
day into night

the children's footsteps
fall on our ears
the earth, wounded by spears
fire in the sky
as some of us wait for the world to die

she fears for her children
she worries for them
she loves them
she hears their pain
she sees they're lost
she waits for them patiently
to come home again.

posted on Oct, 20 2009 @ 09:38 AM
Please come home again . . .
you are needed,
the best laid plans . . . go unheeded,

We bear the burden, at such a cost,
It's not JUST the children . . . who are lost.

posted on Oct, 20 2009 @ 04:46 PM
It's not just the Children
It's not just the unclean
Children can act ugly,
death can be frozen
and art can go on
From the pain of

Be not ashamed
to waste your
passion. Everything
has been heard before
No frills for thrills
beat it, charge, seduce,
reduce, destroy, kiss

[edit on 20-10-2009 by whaaa]

posted on Oct, 21 2009 @ 09:34 AM
" Be not ashamed to waste your passion ". (Well said)

Reminds me of many things. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained".
Doing nothing . . . stays the same.

"If a task is once begun, never leave it, till its done,
be the labor, great or small, do it well or not at all."

" . . . and when you get another chance to dance . . . dance! (Who cares?)

" If it makes you feel good . . . do it, and enjoy."

"Eat, drink, and be Mary . . or Tom . . or . ."

"The love you take is equal to the love . . . you make."

Oops, I forgot that this is a "Dark Poems" thread.
So . . . remember, it is very hard to be original nowadays . . .but . . .
it is easy to be real . . . if you're driven by the passion that comes from
deep within your soul. Be not afraid of passion . . . it is yours to use.

[edit on 21-10-2009 by SIEGE]

posted on Oct, 21 2009 @ 07:45 PM
Westerly wind whistles by the window
I smell death coming from the east
Breathing in the dark dank air
I start to see that other place
Recognize some faces and traces of the past
A vast shadow engulfs me and tries to suck me in
While bright light tries to shine through
I live for the darkness

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 09:49 AM
It took me many years to learn that you are my friend . . darkness,
You hide me in your cloak of blackness,
And for that I thank you.

Sometimes the light . . . doesn't set things right . . . and I seek you.
To tell my troubles to . . . to feel invisible.

With you, I cannot be seen . . . crying.
Or dying . . . inside.

You create shadows that dance with me in the night. For this, I thank you.

Darkness, wonderful darkness, . . . I have learned, that you are my best
Friend . . . . in the end. I have learned.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 12:09 PM
Wild is the wind
Mild is the sin
That makes you grin
In winter

This season of short light
Plays on the soul and spirit
Spoils plans for Spring
And so rightly

Winter's weary wanderers
Death's door ponderers
Life not filled with wonder
Six feet under

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 12:37 PM
Passing Season

Sitting in the shadows of a pale amber glow
Nestled by the fireplace as I watch the fall of snow
While listening to the howls of Northern winds blow
I'm abandoned in the daydream that it will always be just so.

Lost in happy reverie as I feel the man beside me
Warm and drifting lazily into a peaceful sleep
Contented as we are happy just to be
Lovers in the winter sharing more than dreams.

Alone in the flicker of a dying embers' glow
I stand to bid farewell December's cold hello
And kiss goodbye the face of time I sadly failed to slow
Savoring the sweetest moment for last; of that when I have to go.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 12:59 PM
The Glass Menagerie

Behold the glass menagerie; delicate and sublime.
She glistens in her golden hours with beauty rich and fine.
Admire the glass menagerie-how frail it's art design.
Breathe not the whisperings of your heart lest its polished crystal sigh.

How sad the glass menagerie; refined on shelves it sits
A rarity of treasures seen yet senseless prize; unfit.
"Unfit! the glass menagerie" it's hollow core echoes;
Unleashing not passions desire, encasing the priceless soul.

Come see the glass menagerie-how silently it falls
Shattering with never a sound to the ground exposing it's broken remains.
I am the glass menagerie; naked, unveiled to all.
Lament for the fragmented toy of a girl and the woman she never will be.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 01:05 PM
Turning of Age

There came a time of many tears
Time to look beyond the deceiving mirrors
To recognize the world's disguise
To accept conformity or surely die.

No words were spoken for fear of defeat
No silence broken, nowhere to retreat
No knowledge of life for life just begun
So much to do with no dreams yet undone.

A decision to make in so short a time
Ephemeral thoughts ran through his mind
He had changed before and was once satisfied
But the change not complete meant more sacrifice.

His radical thoughts were not understood
Would he do as he wanted or do as he should?
The calling of the elders ran through his mind
He knew the right answer but did not reply.

With resolute firmness he turned off the path
Preferring rather to incur man's wrath.
His rebellious life ended in a violent outrage
And he never turned with the turning of age.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 01:20 PM
Sharia's Honor

I stood before a wailing wall and told a bitter tale
of lies, deceit and cruelty that led me to this hell.

I beat my fists upon it's brick until my blood flowed free.
I sobbed until I had no tears; until my heart grew sick.

I carved my name upon it's face. It would remember me!
I would not leave until this wall had found for me a place.

But stoically, impassioned stood the mortar, brick and stone.
It answered not a single word but turned to me it's wood.

Embellishments! the very best. It's carvings were quite fine.
It boasted of it's sturdiness but gave no place to rest.

Exhausted, I did prostrate fall and laughed to think of it.
How silly I to trust the men that built this cursed wall.

So climbing on the parapet I peered in o'er the wall
and saw the corpses of those "helped"-my sisters one and all!

Their faces blank, their souls recalled, their children wandering lost
"Such no good wives deserved to die"! Go tell it to the wall.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 02:25 PM
Kathleen's Pillow

It is the one o'clock sadness when the lights are asleep
and I lie in a bed next to yours and watch you
turn your face to the wall.

You tell yourself of the wasted days
and of all the hopes
that have faded and gone.

You clutch your pillow
and silently sob as
the one o'clock drone ticks on.

I lie in a bed next to yours
and see you drain the morning with your tears
while your world shatters and all your dreams come tumbling down.

I wonder should I go to you
and comfort you knowing you wish
I could feel enough to turn your face from the wall.

But I excuse myself with the lie
that it is better you know this part of the day when the lights are asleep
and your pillow is not warmth enough.

I tell myself that you must learn
that time is of the essence but that there is no essence in time
and a tear cannot be measured.

As your heavy heart sinks deeper in the sheets
and you cry in the night for release, I lie in a world next to yours
and turn my face to the wall.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 02:31 PM
Contemporary Generation

I weep as I watch wounded humanity
Pouring salt in the sores of their bleeding insanity.

I sob as I see saddened humanity
Screaming hell in the halls of their maddened depravity.

They curse one another for being alive.
They damn themselves for hurting inside.

They beat one another with words unkind.
They resist unto death each claiming their rights.
No one willing to give up the fight.

[edit on 22-10-2009 by whitewave]

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 02:59 PM
Laodicean Lament

"Let me out!" cried the angry man rattling his cage
Swearing, cursing, vowing he promised he would change.

Attentions of his keeper he tried vainly to engage
"Let me out! I'm telling you I know it's not too late.

Give me but another chance and the past I will erase."
Then from the long, dark corridor he heard the wise man say:

"Do not carry on so. You must accept your fate.
All your life you've done the deeds and now it's time to pay.

The time will pass quite slowly though it's only for a day.
Now let go your hands from off the bars and accept this with some grace."

Then the prisoner changed his tone and softened some his face
And with pleading in his eyes he again addressed the sage.

"Please sir, won't you hear me and appeal for me my case?
Please sir, I'll do anything to escape this dreadful place."

Expectantly he listened but no reply was made.
The silence echoed bitterly for the man who had to wait.

Thus he was left alone to grieve the errors of his ways.
And mourn again the magnitude of all his life's mistakes.

It was while the man repented over his doleful state
That he heard the noisome footfalls of prisoners as they came

Bringing in their mouths a gift of this their brief exchange:
"See here my man. Remember me?" began one of his fellow mates.

"Some years ago you brought to me a considerable amount of pain
By engaging me in legal suites and endless costly debate."

"And me!" And me!" two more piped in. Soon they all began to complain.
As recognition took the man he hung his head in shame

And muttered low in words discreet how he was not to blame
For acts that any man might do. Would they not pity take?

If only he could do again all wrong he would forsake.
All victims injured by his hand he gladly now would save.

But saddened all, they shook their heads as each in his turn explained:
"We cannot pass, no one of us through these judgment gates.

For right outside our keeper stands in his hand a sword of flame.
Until the lessons in life we failed are learned we all must stay.

Our time on earth, as Christians, sloughed
A full measure of Christ not gained

The poor we left to sleep in the cold
The hungry we gave not a plate

The least of us we despised for his lack
Our own brothers we did hate

Too busy were we with church once a week
To give thought for heavens sake"..............

Then the man wept, gnashed his teeth on the grate
And wailed loud and long for the thousand-year day.

posted on Oct, 22 2009 @ 03:00 PM
Mindless mist filled with mystery
Mystifying smog smelling of history

I can't resist the tug of the shadows
The pull of sorrows and no tomorrows

Fruitless fantasies of joining the family
The coward lives on handling it handily

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