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Dark On Writing And Words Poems | On Writing And Words Poems About Dark

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Details | Free verse |

Writing Letters is a Dying Art

Dear Sir:
I realize you’ve been busy, so I’m sending a  letter of distress
Postmarked today, addressing my quality of living
Since the last time we told our life stories
Sewed the seams between our broken dreams and 
Seen the world through the eyes of the needle
Tiny and volitional

Since our foggy self-destruction,
Misplaced priorities and miscommunication
On every lonely person’s face, I see my own
Reflected in the spaces between our parallel lines
That should be meeting at Infinity

Please send me a post card when you get there
I want to know what Love looks like

I keep 
Doin’ and doin’ and doin’ my thang
Stacking up that green and 
Piling on the makeup between each scene
Stealing hearts and pulverizing them with each time
I blink
You know…
All those honest ways of making a living

Collapse into bed every night only to close my eyes
And be haunted by dark thoughts of you
Urgently and Daftly my pen 
Spills raven-hued rivers of devotion
Onto this piece of paper
Hoping to soak into you

Dear Sir, 
To get to the heart of my request

Open the ocean to me
The dark sea of your deceit
Drown me deeply in your lies and suffocate me with your
Transparent desperate pleas

Dear Sir, cure me of this loneliness
Charge me of suicide and let me crash into you
Kamikaze Lovers

I understand the risk
I'll take my chances
Openly armed and ready for the world
In those intense brown eyes

Stopping my breath and caving in
To see the world so clearly again

Awaiting your response to my confessions

Sincerely, 
Me


Details | Dramatic monologue |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Rhyme |

The Dark Poet

He sits and watches patiently
Craving some emotion
To drive his mind to find some words and
Put his thoughts in motion

So sick and tired of pretty verse
Of butterflies and flowers
Those lovely poets he must destroy 
Tear down their ivory towers

His gruesome game continues
For he is not alone
He shifts a little closer 
To hear his victim moan

His inspiration gathers
As their life begins to ebb
Now he's looking for another
To tangle in his web


The Dark Poet 
Competition entry
(Honourable Mention)


Details | Dramatic monologue |

Inferno Negro

the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.


Details | Lyric |

Sin And Poetry

As the night sets in, it's as black as it's ever been.
My soul is in ruin, and my heart is like a back pack carrying a load of sin.

In the closet my skeletons scream, and constantly torment me.
The rage in my blood stream causes me to blaspheme religiously!
I am doomed because I'm so consumed by that very rage;
Engulfs me like burning fire, wraps me like barbed wire that causes a rampage!

The malice in my heart craves the blood from a helpless foe.
I feel I'm being ripped apart like some dark work of Edgar Allen Poe!

So many sins to atone for, and I get on my knees to repent.
Again with my face on the floor, I pray I receive a love that's heaven sent.
The evil is eating me alive from the inside out.
I can't survive when I feel like I'm fighting a 12 round bout!

My greed has come between me and my family.
I just wanted to succeed, but I admit I did it selfishly!

I seduced Lisa knowing she was married to another man, I just didn't care.
As Lisa fell in love, I became her number one fan, and then I ended our love affair!
My conscience wouldn't let me continue on the path of destruction.
I think of the consequence of losing you and laugh because now I'm unable to function.

I now see literally that it is better to lose an eye than your soul.
As I write my sin and poetry, I cry knowing my heart is as black as coal!   


My new form written strictly for Constance's contest "Create your own form maybe" ? is called Stanlets because it consists of couplets and stanzas that rhyme and is a dark subject.
Jimmy Anderson


Details | Rhyme |

Misfit - Updated

They say I'm, sick twisted and materialistic
They fear the metaphors, because I spit 'em sadistic
Cause I'm a misfit, and shattering rhymes is my intent
Good thing my flows on lock, so I can put out the fire when it's lit

I hear the beat, and it's straight to letting out rhymes
I'll paint the picture, in no time, and still stay inside the lines
With no emotion, I'll show emotion, like a black and white mime
Like watching a silent movie, there's no words, but you understand it fine

Visions come quick, then split, imaginations run wild
Stand on patio and landscape it with words, and watch it grow a mile
Cause behind my smile, is a million unheard words
Open the gate and watch migration, releasing metaphors in herds

Imagine a verse with no beat, or a nation with no power
Watch me spit out sick rhymes, cause the way they tasted was sour
I'll nudge boulders and tip them, because my words are nothing but power
Then realize that the bolder was a pebble, it just got bigger as my words got louder

He's a Misfit, judging by the way that he sounds,
You can tell he was enhanced, there's no one like this boy around
He's a Misfit, bring 'em all in, we're taking him down,
To the ground, if not then fame is where he's bound

Hypnotic illusions, giving minorities brain enfusions
Genocidal thoughts alligned with the pain and confusion
Winning and losing, tying a dying, hitting or skippin,
Light a metaphorical match and watch the world call me forgiven

This is Armagedden, forgot the wars forget the peace,
Forget the metaphors, forget wearing a Jesus piece,
Forget the mainstream, and forget the underground,
None one of this will be around, there's a new sheriff in town

And he's, untamed, living metaphorically insane
Try him and engage in getting hit by an invincible verbal train, 
It's not a game, but get ready to lose, get ready for the pain
Unleash the beast, and let you're letting out something more than a name

Lost in his mind, he's lost in a void, lost in his time,
Opens his eyes, and see's all colors, yet nothing but white
He's learned to rhyme, so into a human's whom we'll send him
Watch all the broken lives, come together and ammend him
He's a Misfit


Details | ABC |

A Glurmy Gleepcious Glorp

I plurm and glorp with every breath
My existence defies and deifies death

I splurp and glomph amongst your days
Indistinguishable from mud and haze
I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze
with unctuous vim I sleam through your days
and go about my large gorptious ways

Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey
leaving glossful drippings to mark my way
and make your life gang aft agley
as I spream and slorl in spurious ways
and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze
I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways

‘Til you come undone
And my sporphing’s won!

My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze
My job is done, I’ve gronked your days!


Details | Epic |

Sinful Saint

Yeah I walk around life waitng for death/ 
I live in constant despair looking to be blessed/ 
Lies over truth around here always seem to infect/ 
The more sin I get in life the more saintly I seems less/ 
Im trapped in same dark place ;looking for a lighter quest 
I try and live a life full of goodness still trapped in badness I am yet to confess/
 I try and hold onto what seems like something but theres nothing really but family left/
 I know I am not he best, nor am I like the rest/ 
I know I can master checkers but still downed in chess/. 
I got to clean up my act because my life is a mess/ 

I patiently sit back while I ponder life for death and I wait/ 
I might as well look for something simple because I never find nothing great/ 
I struggle to stay under love and over my own hate/ 
I try and be real with others when to my own self I stay fake/ 
I feel life obstacles jolt my ambition like a chain that never breaks/ 
I want less more in life yet as a daily sinner I continue to both physically and mentally take/
 I try and change my dark ways but still struggle at the fact that it might be too late/
 I usaully catch myself complaining when infact I should be thankful for whats on my plate/
 I usually hang onto the past and get scared of the future when I should worry about today/
 I going to be that better man for my child because that sinner no longer in my heart I aint/
 Sometimes in life we all struggle until we strive, but until then Im trapped between a young lost SINFUL SAINT........


Details | Rubaiyat |

The Dark Before Dawn

Is it the darkest, before the dawn?
Or could that old adage be all wrong? 
Decided to find out for myself
It’s four AM, I’ll know before long

The almanac says sunrise at six
Camera on tripod, keeps a fix  
It’s aimed right where the sun comes up
Ten minutes between camera clicks

At five forty five, into high gear
First light of day will soon be here
Now take a picture every minute 
Keep it up till the sunup is clear

Now to evaluate what we‘ve got
Develop film in a single lot
We’ll be looking for the darkest black
To be just before the sun’s first dot

Then we discover to our dismay
This experiment has gone astray
No film loaded into the camera
To hell with it, accept the cache


Details | Quatrain |

From Dark To Black


...inspired by 'Goodnight' by Seamus Heaney



From dark to black they staggered,
felt for familiar surfaces,
they groped, until the lantern flickered,
faint glow resurrecting shadows.

Cold and flaggy, floors uneven,
up and down they skittered
like two drunkards on a binge,
finding legs, orientation.

Gaslight blue-flamed 'neath the kettle,
blanket grabbed, the bed was ransacked,
tea was swallowed gratefully,
with a pinch the lamp gave up the ghost.

From dark to black, not even starlight
gave relief to weathered eyes,
huddled 'neath the self-same blanket,
wide-mouthed yawns and muffled sighs.


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