Blacked Poems - Poems about Blacked

... there had been no warning on the flask no caveat for self-inflicted poisoning just a devilish delusion of filling the void it was not the corkscrew that messed it up but bottle to mouth resu......

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...I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe someon......

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...Six feet high with a noose around my neck. 7 inches down doesn’t seem like a threat. Manic episodes got me laying in bed. Blacked out room to pretend I’m dead. Impulses done by the thoughts in......

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... (A sad lone voice whispers) My old love Loved shaking her crow blacked hair As old daydreams tumbled around her Like autumn leaves in the air On any given day or night Dreams of d......

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... Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber, Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number. I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall, The aching w......

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...Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can't hurt me so let's draw a truce lock arms and go dancing under this year's 1st full moon. Giving all praise to my creator while you give praise to h......

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...somewhere a thought is projected dappling on all present did it start inside my skull? I don't ask but it bounces into a counter argument tussles start all completely invisible to the naked......

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...Space I am surrounded by space and in it I'm crowded but yet I am surrounded in the world filled covered with Grace of Him Elohim Bl......

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...News flash Huge bash Big fight Last night Clyde's Bar Bizarre War zone Chairs thrown Snouts poked Gals choked Eyes blacked Ribs cracked Hair snatched Backs scratched Throa......

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...Words hidden in the dark some night, As flame's whisper on a Moon lit wall, Faint echoes of a lightning bolt, Lost in ink, trapped on the page. Blacked-out lines reveal the soul, Truth emerges......

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...Pariah heap - savagely subjecting myself to humiliation Outward slovenly appearance bespeaks volumes wordsworth their weight in gold (exhumed from the pith of these lovely bones - beclothed wi......

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...Paper Man After work as a to-do list in a jewellery store Paper Man got drunk on wine a lot, so a lot of what was said to him he forgot. His paper wife kicked him out of their bedroom. ......

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...Having partied all night on a yacht and then fallen to sleep on a cot, how strange it all was when I woke because on the cot on the yacht I was not! On a tropical island was I, looking up at ......

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... Dreams are a window to the future, real or surreal - poet. If it was a dream it was like no other, soft, delicate, with silky feathers the angel beckoned me to an enchanting embrace. I was t......

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...I didn't notice that the lines had appeared. Tendrils of color stretching across my pale skin. The blacked lines from a tight grip, Handprints made a map of the lines I crossed. I started to t......

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