Best Dark Poetry

Many weeping people have come to my funeral with flowers,
      Oh the red roses are so beautiful and the lilies divine;
My dress is of the softest rosy pink and it is all chiffon and wispy,
     ...

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3/7/15


At times reality was a slap to the face
But it was something I had to embrace

It was hard to bounce back
While down path
But I didn't mind being an outcast

Now that
I understood how fast
This life was, as I watched the clouds pass

I did see
Divided teams
Which only...

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12/12/19
"Struggling"

I've been struggling
Doing things that are puzzling
It's rather troubling
How much liquor I've been guzzling

Shiiiit
I admit

I'm not proud at all
I got a problem with alcohol
It'll be my downfall

If I don't fix it
Instead of always getting twisted
On my end, there's been a lot of resistance
It's been hard,...

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I TOLD YOU

I told you that Uncle Danny touched me
It hurt and made me cry
I told you I didn’t like him
You said I shouldn’t lie.
I told you my bra got snapped in class
That I was treated like a toy
Your response was simply 
That boys will...

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5/25/17


Trying to steal from the poor
And start a global war
What good are you for?

Selling products that kill
So your pockets can get filled
Don't be flabbergasted if your own blood is spilled

No suprise
Another telling continual lies
Is always unwise
And going to decay away covered in swarms of flies
Regarding...

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3/6/15

Where an everlasting breeze exists
Across the trees and cliffs
It was just me and a ship
Lost at sea adrift
I didn't really need a wish
Because I believed in gifts
As I continued to feed the fish
While remembering to plead the fifth
I wondered if I was really gone, would...

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Sometime we must steal and loan kisses

Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin's tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat.
Once she wanted everything and more,
now she need the Long Islands ice teas.
She was a beauty and the men knew,
she wanted the Jazz songs...

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Dedicated to Robert Lindley 

He is a singer of the dark. This dark
made of the blood he shed over a rhyme;
of the hell's cavities that keenly hark
to echo of his words; of space and time
he leads me through - this dark is the enzyme
which a...

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From Wisdom Born, Decades Fighting Fate's Cursed Hand

In youth, a young lad roars for much needed applause
in old age, wisely remains silent with just cause,
seeing the end near, some shed bitterest of tears
thinking such splashing supplications, angels hear;
whereas this old, callous world neither sees nor...

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10/4/19
"A Better Person"

Long ago I learned it
Nobody on this Earth is 
Perfect
That's for certain

I'm determined
To be a better person
As I continue workin'
Ready to handle any burden

Not yet affirmative
We're still not so sure of it
If elsewhere life stirs and exists

A solar system full of curses and...

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3/8/15

I heard a lot of sad voices
And made many bad choices
Until I understood that always being mad was pointless

I was feeling much better
With or without a jacket made of duck feather
I was up and ready for whatever

As others mocked with scrutiny
It did not ruin me
Because...

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work in progress
 
Hier, je suis tombé dans la noirceur de la nuit
Dans la mer de tristesse
Aujourd'hui je me lève de la mer
Seul dans le brouillard
Un autre poète est né

La naissance d'un autre Beau Dommage
 
Hier, je suis tombé dans la noirceur de la nuit
Dans...

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inspired by a kin of mine

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Silent as mist, I roam,
my world is the still depths of  blackest night.
In search, yes, endless search,
seeking the child of gray to black heart.
Though forewarned, bad children are abundant,
those pure of heart to be spurned in nights passage.
I find the child of innocent heart,...

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In a dark alley; eating peaches, pears and plums
Awful friendly with hysteria
You should hear his jokes and his stereo
A self-induced recluse whom on a weary whim
Decided it was best he read the clues again...

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