Best Dark Life Poems

Silently he sat in darkness, flinching at the sight of light.
Which created a glow reflecting on his balding head.
His cold glare did not help my nerves, 
so I simply stood there observing his silence.

His philosopher beard's tendrils seem to crawl forever,
some hidden behind his buckled knuckle hands.
Wizened victims of one too many a fist fight.
When...

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When life is this tough, you may long to die.
The Grim Reaper beckons, like he's your friend.
Try to remember, dead people don't cry.

A bad beginning, may look like the end.
Your soul is anguished, every night and day.
The Grim Reaper beckons, like he is your friend.

Try not to listen, he'll lead you astray.
It's hard not to...

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Black and White – 3-18-24
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Black and White

Black and white come in focus -
Absent of prime –
A slice of life exposed through the lens,
A flash-dance of story, a masquerade ball.

No sunrise of sepia - clouds absent of platinum,
Lavender drained from lilacs, sky robbed of blue,
Red-orange stolen from sunsets.

Spindrift frozen like frost,
Candlelight shines undimmed and eternal,
Stark either...

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Life is a song,
incomplete, yet soothing—
lullabies lulling the world to sleep
with its balladic lilt, gently swaying 
to the depths of its nomadic 
syncopation.

Where I can subdue archaic
hieroglyphics in hues of 
rose gold notes, invading my 
tentative aura, glistening upon 
tragic horizons,
for the wandering seekers, 
freely waltzing to arias of the moon,
escaping unsung passages to 
desolate...

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They say sticks and stones may break my bones but I 
came face to face with a wall today.
I keep on searching but I'm lost
I keep on climbing but I'm falling
I'm walking but your pulling me back
Haven't you had enough of the scars that I already have
I'm shouting with no voice 
I'm crying but the...

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Why do I bother being truthful

When everyone I meet seems so hateful

They wonder why I don’t talk about my former life

If they want to see the pain i've known

Just look into my eyes

You will see the millions of tears i’ve cried

And you wonder why I hide

Behind these dark and lonely eyes.



I’m alone because it’s the...

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In vile defeat I confided to helplessness
I cringed knowing I know so little
As inadequate as I am I felt responsible 
I felt responsible to know everything

In this mentality I suffered long nights
Over thinking myself and overlooking life
Until I gave up the pain for a little while
And took a deep, dark look to the other side...

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Slicing the instinct
The arcane was torn, curses spit
Teardrop bated as the breath hunts
Wound wide open, the heart cries

The ripple of pain unable to stem
The cimmerian sigh loud and stay
Body falls along with the bridge of hope
Toying life unwillingly to be blamed

The chain of fate convoluted by mistakes
Incised by the foredoom of another story
Shouted a shout...

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A lonely beam of yellow-white light,
carving a curve in the ink of the night,
upon the snow-burdened branches of pine,
standing still guard to the lord of the line.

The icy wind howls in the silence serene,
tempting the light to avert and careen,
off of the timber and iron ahead, 
into the water, the darkness, the dead.

And the blizzard,...

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters...

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Within your mind you silly fool
Your anger, a storm hidden inside of you
Things forbidden now begin to brew
Tormented by things you should say or do,

Whispers and lies they spread like wild fire
Wants and needs and your inner desire
Fearful of life and human touch of hand
Strength and weakness becomes demand.

You live in the world inside of...

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"The Wormwood Portfolio"



Reams of stories
riddled with worms
wood for burning
all the children
cover their eyes
tears smoked 
into the lungs
gender fluid
propheticising 
bitter water
electric brains
chipped like 
fine-boned China
downloading 
overloads 
dumps are
damp 
the fuse 
sizzles and
stops

green as absinthe
gauche ghosts
gone all grey skinned

scales of merit 
charred unweighted 
vacant and vacating
like dandelions 
scattering over
the barren wombs
of the childless landscape 
dreaming of biblical...

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O'er fields strewn with harvested evergreens,
There ventured a marine from Queens,
His flesh were a slight inky, his clothing was ragged,
No more alive, flowing in dread and haggard.
 
All around him darkness loomed quite blue,
Once a fair surround, radiant and imbue,
In the light he walked there, shadowed by fear,
But tragic winds did jinx his heart severe.
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Rebirth

Grey ghostly clarions
Swiftly travel
To the east of darkling day
Riding on a dirge wind
Blowing harsh
Over waters that reflect
The fading dawn
When they turn to blood red, 
Glowing crimson,
As they color the vast and swirling grey
Trumpeting to the earth,
With light retreating,
The call of night
Where black and twisting tree limbs 
Stretch
Into the clarion sky
To grasp at daylight fleeing
While through...

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I feel like I am a fly that lives for no purpose
Doing anything for no reason
Death to me is seven days away!
How long will this torment in my soul last?

There is a longing in me;
Big as the oceans:
Stretching beyond the shores of my solitary confinement.
And my soul lies bleeding;
Bleeding from the wounds of afflictions.

Bitterness poisons...

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