Tag: dark poetry
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December 28, 2006 05:32 PM EST --
Deep red lines
-placed artistically
-on a canvas of paleness
-wan and waning
-the red is a welcome color
-to a drab existence
-splash . . .
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June 30, 2008 05:34 PM EDT --
F
A
L
L
I . . .
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November 12, 2008 01:54 PM EST --
Where is the sun today,
for my dreams are dark,
and this path I walk
has more thorns
than I care to stumble through.
I've come to the end
of all that I have known,
and I'm scared . . .
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July 21, 2008 01:38 PM EDT --
I wrote this for the sheer pleasure of posting it to 'All Thomas, All The Time' - a friend of mine living in SC. Through his pen and the help of Chana & Che, he will recount . . .
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July 27, 2007 06:38 AM EDT --
All the oxygen gone
the day after you left
for Wisconsin
where he waited.
You were all about the firestorm
that horrible dry summer.
The old wagon was still there,
the dragon wagon, . . .
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June 04, 2008 11:37 PM EDT --
Haunted Eyes
A shadowed smile
Blood on his hands
What is his past?
A hunted look
A faraway stare
Quiet as the dead
Cold as stone
Lying lips
Strong hands
Soft touch
Comforting . . .
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March 08, 2008 11:26 AM EST --
(Okay...I know this is DARK...but I really dreamed this last night, and it has been bugging me all darn morning....so I had to write about it. Dreams are so strange...and I'm always looking . . .
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August 21, 2006 12:34 AM EDT --
My tears fall into the ocean, I become the ocean, My waves pull you, Pull you closer, My saltiness fills your lungs, Lights flicker like a thousand suns, Surrender to me, You're like a riverboat in . . .
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September 23, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
As the lighthouse breaks the haze,
Of the eerie nightly mist,
Sat upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Beyond the afterlife,
As he awaits the ship of souls, . . .
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October 07, 2008 07:00 PM EDT --
A HEART'S QUEST FOR RESTITUTION
A sick, bleeding heart
Sings a song of loneliness
It lives for true love
And is searching everywhere
For the one . . .
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October 26, 2008 04:02 PM EDT --
She came to me one winter night
Darkening the moon's soft light
No fear, I felt only joy instead
Among the tombstones of the dead
Only one thing could . . .
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October 28, 2008 09:13 PM EDT --
Child of torture
child of pain
be set free
to love again.
In your life
you've nothing gained,
only sadness
here remains.
Empty eyes
and broken dreams . . .
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December 30, 2006 04:16 PM EST --
Faint sobs echoing,
off the cold walls of the house.
Cries of loneliness.
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November 22, 2006 07:52 AM EST --
As I drag my tired feet,
on to the cold cement floor
I find an eerie little visitor,
as I go to shut the door.
It’s just a tiny black creature,
not sure of the term.
Could be a snail or an earwig, . . .
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December 18, 2006 11:08 AM EST --
On the night things went dark, he looked to one.
The only one in which he could confide.
The windowed room was bright; free.
The lights made it comfortably safe, warm and dry.
With out the key, . . .
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September 02, 2007 06:44 AM EDT --
I am now in the winter of my life, I have lived a very happy life
Getting on in years, seems just like yesterday, that I was vibrant and young
Once I was married and had a wife
Oh, I loved . . .
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November 26, 2008 11:31 AM EST --
I am not a praying man.
A thoughtful life should be the prayer.
Transgressor: I have sinned, and grown
with the world around me;
a myriad of turnings from lie to light,
the burdens . . .
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November 17, 2006 02:34 PM EST --
Tragic are dreams unfulfilled,
and memories not made.
Potential not realized,
and games never played.
When they had nine years behind them,
this humble man and his wife,
decided to this cruel world,
they . . .
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December 12, 2006 06:42 AM EST --
Why do we listen,
when we know the song will end?
Why do we cherish,
when we know that love will abandon us?
Why do we nurture those
that are bound to leave the nest?
Why do we thrive,
only to fade back . . .
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January 10, 2007 11:04 PM EST --
Dark shadows approach.
Insomnia, is it you?
Join me you bastard!
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