Tag Archives: dark poetry

Mar31

Sleepless Nights…

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In the midst of sleepless nights, what is one to do?

Uncomfortably sprawled attempting a meditative breath,

Not a sound in the world as rejuvenating takes place, yet you lay nocturnally,

Am I a half breed of a night owl?

Lightless nights energize my soul, curious thoughts, creative wonders in my mind,

Listless nights as if the only soul alive,

Oddly, I welcome your wanning moon,

Dulled beauty awaits as if I’m to hunt my prey, yet rejuvenation must take precedent,

In the midst of sleepless nights, what is one to do?

Insomnia Drawing by Joanna Smielowska | Saatchi Art

Oct22

Demise

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He weeps at his own internal mess.

Internal dysfunction or plain pain of his life demis.

Paranoia cries with imaginary. He told it to leave, but it lingers.

Monsters eat at his brain, nibbling until his eyes rest.

Tears of pain burn his cheeks. His soul is on fire. No desires.

Eyes of worry, sights of flying clouds. When will it end?

Alone. Internally alone. Drugs. He wants drugs. Pain go away.

Branches. He wants them to take him. Puncture him.

Physical pain will settle his mind.

Paranoia. Flying gypsies. Crawling whispers flowing up to his nostrils.

His heart is full of love. His soul is full of fluttering butterflies.

Can’t escape.

Where is the laughter? Internal laughter.

Outer layers are fake.

Paranoia.

One sip of his whiskey, one step out of the dark, the warm sun glitters his day.

8 hours is his only life. He is awake. He is aware.

Until he goes back into his dark cave.

Life.

Demise.

Disgust.

Goodnight.

Feb12

You are ALIVE!

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When all else fails,

Embrace life. 

When you cannot see,

Look up to moonlight.

When your heart thumps

as if it will jump right

out of your chest,

Take that one deep breath,

You are alive for a reason,

You have full control of YOU,

You are ALIVE!

Death calls your name
every second of 

your day. 

If you were not meant 

to be here, you wouldn’t be. 

You are ALIVE!

Jan5

Darkness to Light

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Drowning in the depths
of her bleak soul,
Aware of sights and sounds,
He senses her darkness,
Scents of a withered heart
awakenhis senses,

Awaiting to pounce,
Sneaking up on her
He senses her fear,
Black tears run
down her cheeks,
He salivates,

Under the moon,
She falls to her knees
asking the bright light
to give her a hint,

He is blinded,
His rotten skin burns,
He evaporates,

She received the light,

Thank you moon.

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