Writing My Dark Poetry and Discussion

[Black Kat]

Heh, heh... Hello there. This is my post of the scary things that pop up in my head. I really love dark poetry. If you like my poems, please let me know!


A Dark Heart Pondering:demon:

As I sit alone in the quiet,
I ponder over life and meaning.
There is a candle in the window,
its flickering light casts shadows about the room.

I stare at it until my eyes water,
I feel them about to bleed.
It is too bright,
the irritation too strong.

In a swift breath I blow it out,
the light and flame diminish.
Darkness surrounds me,
quiet and cool hugging me.

This is my darkness,
mine and mine alone.
Where thoughts may go,
where dreams may fly.

It is warm and comforting,
as if there were a fire near.
Yet the fire does not exist,
in these boundless planes of black.

I hear something close by,
a trickling stream perhaps.
Fog and mist close around me,
like a blanket of wetness.

My wings fold around me now,
warming me with their soft black feathers.
As I stand here,
I realize something important.

Life cannot exist without death,
and we do not truly exist.
We are the pawns of the earth,
and lest we find redemption we suffer eternal hell.

A hell which we made,
granted that you do not believe in higher beings.
And we shall be trapped forever,
spiralling into its fire.

But here I am free,
my life is but a dream.
It is neither fiction nor reality,
and it lies in the darkness of my heart.
My darkness.

Let me know how you like it! Thanks! ^_^

:blowup: :bash: Sometimes I wish I could do that! Heh heh!:sweat:

Wow, it's great to know that _SOME PEOPLE_ like my poetry! Sorry, bad day. Ain't feeling too good. I feel dark and you know what that means! ^_^ New poem!

Of Men and Idiots

I sit on a bench alone,
people scurry everywhere with their errands.
So stupid I think,
their lives are not used to the fullest.

They are not men,
they are but arrogant fools who pretend to know what they're doing.
They shall suffer their own fate,
each suffering in a different way.

Idiots,
they're all idiots.
Every last one of them shall suffer,
let them.

I don't care what their fate is,
at least I know where to turn in this world.
You must look to the skies,
their guidance is unchallenged.

I shall not stoop to their level,
they are the heathens of the Earth.
I am only higher because of my will,
if they had will power they would not suffer so.

Look at them,
scurrying about like mice.
No, mice are smarter,
these are idiots we're talking about after all.

Sometimes people act foolishly and that's what inspired this poem. Thank you. ^_^

Wow, it's great to know that _SOME PEOPLE_ like my poetry! Sorry, bad day. Ain't feeling too good. I feel dark and you know what that means! ^_^ New poem!
Aiya. So-so day today. The pressure to make good decisions for my highschool electives is murder. I wrote this a while back about my boyfriend. We've broken up now, so I'm gonna write about that later. Here you go. It may not be dark, but who says all my poetry has to be dark. I also do love poems. I guess I haven't really forgiven him yet.

Simply in Love

I?ve never felt this good,
I?m so glad we met that day.
Every time we meet,
My heart beats rapidly.

I think I know what?s happened,
Now that I give it thought.
I?m simply in love,
And I?m hoping you understand.

Your thoughtfulness and kindness,
Have never gone unnoticed by me.
Being with you keeps me going,
Like the fiery intensity of the Sun.

You?ve broken into my soul,
And stolen my heart without me knowing it.
I admire you for it,
Because now I?m truly free.

When you and I are together,
Nothing can harm us.
I can only hope you?ll understand,
That I can?t fight it.
I?m just simply in love.

This is one to counter that last one. I finally show the world how I really feel, and if you don't mind me saying this, I will. I'm dark and I'm Gothic. Most of the time I simply shrug stuff off and I did in the beginning, but it hurt. The more I thought about it, I realized that I cared for him and now I'm angrier than ever. i don't like to curse in my poems and I don't, but even this deep, you'll never know what I'm truly thinking and truly wanting to say and I may never get the chance to write out my feelings the way i want to. Anyway, here's the new poem. It has nothing to do with the Johnny Cash song either.

Hurt

I look into your eyes with disbelief,
My heart sinks in agony.
To think that you could cause such grief,
Is this karma?

I hate you now,
I?ll never forgive you.
You lied and cheated your way into my heart,
And I cared for you with my soul.

Take your jewelry, your flowers,
Go and leave my presence!
The hatred that fills my heart is too much,
I wish to hurt you.

But that would be evil,
Would it not?
No, I can?t do that,
Now can I?

The one who stays silent vents slowly,
And years of pent up anger are wearing on me.
So I hurt you in this way,
Demeaning you and everything you stand for.

Do you know what I stand for,
What my life is meant to be?
I am the evil of Earth?s many souls and they do not know,
I am the danger that the world fears and does not see.

Then why should this hurt,
Why should I care?
How can you hurt me,
And deliver a kiss of death in so few words?

Do you expect me to forgive?
Do you expect me to just shrug it off?
I shant, you little weasel!
You shant be forgiven, ever!

I will make it known throughout the universe,
That you are the demon that preys upon the weak.
You are the ?love? that people so dearly talk about,
And wish to keep for all eternity.

Writhe in my presence,
And fear my words!
You have messed with the wrong person,
The wrong soul that shall smite you.

Then I will laugh,
Laugh as you drown in your own sea of blood and gore.
I?ll laugh as you are torn to shreds by those you have wronged,
And when you have disappeared, so will the hurt.
This is my anger. This is what I feel like doing to him And this And this And this And this And this And lastly, this
Get the feeling I'm ticked? BWAHA! Until next time! ^_^

Hello! ^_^ New poem! About the above images from my last post, I hope you people realize that I am no psycho killer. I just get angry a lot. Anyway, this is another anger poem. Very Goth.

Of Pain and of Love

Do you remember that moonlit night,
When we so passionately shared a tender kiss?
When all that surrounded us was gone,
And we sat in the dark silence.

Now you tell me that this is not right,
That we were not meant to be.
My tears fall to the ground,
Like the rain of Spring.

Lies, bitter lies,
That?s all that you know.
You care not that this was special,
Nor that I felt a common bond.

The world spirals before me,
And I am out of place.
Suffer,
May you all suffer.

Feel pain like never before,
For you are beyond redemption.
I hear your pleas for forgiveness,
They fall upon deaf ears.

You have spawned this anger,
And now you must face it.
I hope your soul writhes for all eternity,
In a black pit of despair as mine has done for so long.

I have died,
Every time this happens.
There is no pity left within me,
And my hatred grows more as we speak.

Death,
Death to the happiness that you once had.
May you never share a moment as tender as that,
May you never forget my face as it is now.

Morbid, anger, hate, sorrow, pain,
It all hits me at once.
How could you blame me,
Knowing these facts?

Or would you still,
Scoff at my every action?
I know that I sin,
These thoughts are not righteous.

Yet I still wish,
My anger could be released.
No one will ever know how I really feel,
For I shall not taint my tongue with the forbidden words.

My heart weeps,
And my fists continue to fight me.
I wish to hurt you,
To hurt all others but I shan?t.

How could I bring myself to that level,
Without becoming you?
You will never understand,
Until you have been the monster I have been.

Leave me alone,
I don?t wish to be part of your world.
I don?t wish to be part of your game,
Or to be your pawn.

I wish to find inner peace,
To find forgiveness within myself.
So that I may be whole,
And can continue my search for my true soul mate.

He is out there,
Waiting for me.
He stays in the shadows,
And shall remain there until I find him.

When light and darkness combine,
They become an even more powerful force.
We were not meant to be,
Seeing as how you are darkness as well as I.

And though we are strong together,
We are not balanced.
Without that balance we bring only one thing,
Pain.

I wish to suffer no longer,
So I offer myself to my superior.
Take me away from here,
And guide my hand.

Lead me to peace,
So that I should fulfill my destiny.
Lead me to happiness,
So that I should find love at last.
Hope you like it. ^_^

I have a new poem that I thought up last night.

Souls of the Impure

When she looked up at the night sky,
she saw the souls of those lost long ago.
She's been told that they had been pure enough,
to have their own lights in the sky.

Days passed and he came to her,
he told her that it was not meant to be.
Their love had been a foolish dream,
and that he was moving on.

Her heart and soul shattered,
their pieces swept away by a cold wind.
Looking at the sky,
she only saw blackness with no beauty.

She had known from the beginning that it was wrong,
this was her damnation.
A private hell that she had created from the start,
and could not escape now.

She felt herself falling,
as she was cast out of heaven.
She felt the demons clawing at her wings,
and dragging her down.

This would be her hell,
where she would be damned to spend eternity.
Her tattered and torn wings were stripped from her,
and her robe was burned off of her body.

As hot hands caressed her breasts and tounges found their way around her,
she faught to find a weapon.
She had to escape this,
hell that she had created.

A knife lay on the floor,
so convieniently placed within her reach.
The cold steel called to her,
beckoned her to take it.

So smooth against her neck,
cold and comforting.
Then a sea of blood,
pouring from her body.

But she found herself nowhere different,
deeper into the flame she was dragged.
She saw them all above her,
her friends and family.

She cried out for them,
struggled to reach them.
It was too late,
she was damned to stay in this private hell.

She saw them take her body,
and she realized what had happened.
Death had come so quickly,
she had not realized it before.

She saw the night sky through the flames,
waiting to be set free and return as a star.
But that would never come,
instead only blackness.

She wept as she was caressed by the denmons,
had her soul not been pure?
Was this the fate that every woman met,
once they tried to concieve out of wedlock?

She saw other souls around her,
the same looks of desire and want that she had had.
So it was,
the answer was so clear.

She woke from her sleep,
cold sweat dripping from her face.
That nightmare,
that hell was real.

Had she been given a second chance,
or was this a dream?
She bowed her head and sobbed,
never again would she sin the way she had.

[Angelus_Necare]

That was very deep and quite inspiring if you ask me, keep up the good work!

[White Mage]

[size=1]It's nice to read something dark when your not in a good mood. I've saved this poem to my computer, I liked it very much. I hope you post more in the future.[/size]

[Dead Alice]

The first poem was very deep... I liked it a lot. ^_^ Lots of emotion. Emotion is good. No, emotion bad. Bad for me. Good for poems. Dark is good. I like dark things. I like my cold, dark place. Dark places are fun... *scampers away while mumbling to herself*

[The Vampire: Ed]

I liked your first poem [i]"A Dark Heart Pondering"[/i] a lot. I'd have to say it reminded me of my way of thinking so that helped it speak to me, so to speak. It's written quite well, and it is a deep poem. I like that. Good job on it.

As for you second poem [i]"Of Men and Bakas."[/i] I think it too is good, but I feel that the word "baka" detracts from what you're going for, the dark poem feel. Baka just seems like a silly word to me, and all though it means what it does it just doesn't fit in the poem in my opinion. I think it would be better of if you just changed all of the bakas to idiot(s). It might not sound as cool, but I feel it fits into the poem and unlike the other word, it doesn't break up the flow.

[Farto the Magic]

I loved them both. The second one brings up the fact that all we strive for is petty and the people who make such a big deal out of it are wasting their lives trying to do those stupid things. I loved it. Make more!

[Mitch]

[size=1][color=red] Due to my lack of time at the moment, I'm going to be short with this.

I know you're a newbie, so you're going to be given slack. But double posting--let alone triple posting--let alone quadruple posting--isn't allowed.

I currently don't have the time to go through and merge all your posts into one. I'm hoping you'll do it yourself, just to be kind.

By the way, there's a way to get around not being able to double post. You can still bring back up your thread if you just copy your old post, then delete it. Then in a new post, copy your old post, along with whatever new text you want to add. Then repost it. It'll move your thread up, and you'll avert double posting.

Hope that helps.

I've got to go.[/size][/color]