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#dark poetry
bruce-wilson · 3 hours ago
"Tea Party"
'I wish you were a girl'
Is what his mother said
'Put a gun to your head'
That's what he thought she said
'Put on the dress'
His reflection screamed
He picked up a gun instead
Eyes red
Tears bled
A bullet in his head
'Why didn't you love me?'
That's what his note read
"Tea Party, pt. 2"
'Why did you come here?'
Her question rang
As cold as the snow
On their son's grave
He didn't answer
He just blankly stared
At the name
They had to engrave
Then without even a word
The gun was in his hand
'I love you'
He whispered
'You will never be alone again'
The words danced
From his lips
With an elegant twist
Before he kissed the stone
He lifted the gun to his head
But shot his wife instead
Painting the snow a crimson red
Then without a second thought
All he saw was black
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swordsandravens · 7 hours ago
Reconnect with your dark self
Angry and truly, terrible
Violence and a hard rain
Dark as the storm and beautiful
The wrath of a feral god
Blackened hate and gnashing fangs
Bleeding hands and screaming eyes
Everything they feared they would make you
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margotweed · 11 hours ago
“Is it a sin to find beauty in the darkness?
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To watch as the night sky comes alive with the eyes of the gods
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To listen as the forest whispers centuries old secrets
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To find solace as shadows dance the same dance they have for eons
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Powerful things lurk in the darkness and it is a sin to forget them.”
-a modern catastrophe (tumblr)
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Green-Wood Cemetery
(Brooklyn, NYC)
Founded in 1838
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aku-thulu · 16 hours ago
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Pt. VI)
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798
First Voice 'But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.' First Voice 'But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?' Second Voice 'The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.' I woke, and we were sailing on As in a gentle weather: 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; The dead men stood together. All stood together on the deck, For a charnel-dungeon fitter: All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray. And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, And looked far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen— Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring— It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— On me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house top I see? Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray— O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came. A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were: I turned my eyes upon the deck— Oh, Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart— No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart. But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third—I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. 
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immmortal · 16 hours ago
her eyes awake,
she glances at the clock.
                                                                                                                    3/00am.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              her bladder pains itself,
she arises from bed,
walking towards the bathroom.
                                                                                                                        after relieving herself,
she stands in front of the mirror,
wiping the tired out of her eyes.
                                                                                                                        as her head lifts,
her sleepy gaze is met,
with her reflection.
                                                                                                                          her index finger,
rises against her lips,
                                   she hears softly.
                                                                                                                        she herself,
hadn’t moved.
her reflection,
was warning her.
- t.r.
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im-n0body · 18 hours ago
Maybe I want to feel this pain crawling towards my bones,
Maybe I want to push myself in a void I can't get out of,
Maybe I want it to cut deep,
To leave it's mark, to remember it by,
A souvenir,
For-ever on me,
Or maybe just until the moment I die.
– Rune
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worldofharley · 20 hours ago
Cosmic Horror
There are things out there,Things older than Father Time,Heretical creatures of eyes and tentacles,Multitudes of alien flesh,Designs impossible in nature,Rejected by sunlight,They regard the world as fodder,To look upon them is to witness insanity manifest,To combat them madness itself,Simply ask the husks of their victims,We’ve been told,If it bleeds we can kill it,But what if it doesn’t…
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mirror-concepts · 22 hours ago
And I stumble 
across the floor
tiles cool against my feet 
high on my own 
I stagger through the doorways 
laughing softly under my breath 
as I do so 
I’m high 
floating high above 
the clouds, high as a kite, but 
I’m grounded 
I can feel the blood in my chest, in my hands, in my body 
I feel alive 
I can feel the blood on my chest, on my hands, on my body 
and I feel alive
I’m high 
on my own pain 
I’m shaking 
like pleasure in sex 
as I stumble 
into the warmth of my bed 
I can’t stop shaking 
my heart thundering under my ribs 
but I have never felt so stable 
The hands on my body 
are my own 
the thoughts in my mind 
are my own 
I’m shaking and 
shaking but god 
I can finally breathe
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deadlypoetacademia · a day ago
Whom would u choose -
A romantic,morally integrated, sarcastic hero who would protect u till the end of the world.
Or An evil, grey villain with a backstory who would sacrifice the world for u.
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kewishjesus · a day ago
reading books back to fronT,
she feels It Makes hEr lIfe her own
the glowing endS of breakfast and lunch,
she feels they make her life her owN
sickly green fingers wrapped in fOul gold,
achey aT the ugly life her oWn
rot does the bed thAt lIe berefT of her,
deprivING her body made her liFe her Own
sheets tainted oRange in jagged stains,
proof of life and it had been her own
Yesterday’s vacant skin pull gashes reOpen,
time rest as she took it her own
lost in the sand atop her soUl,
was the life she had forever yet never owned
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immmortal · a day ago
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surrounded by trees,
sitting in grass,
so serene.
then i noticed a presence,
of a blackbird i’d seen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          blackbird oh blackbird,
do you see this beauty?
this air so fresh,
from the absence of death!
                                                                                                                     my ears sense a whisper,
“this is not real,”
quickly I shiver.
                                                                                                                    blackbird oh blackbird,
was that you!
                                                                                                                          i turn back to the forest,
but see a reality so horrid.
                                                                                                                          i see myself in a mirror,
a sight i wouldn’t believe. 
within a padded room,
without a way to leave. 
                                                                                                                    was that whisper from you?
well this must not be true!
                                                                                                                  blackbird oh blackbird,
what you’d spoken was true!
                                                                                                                  blackbird oh blackbird,
then did you,
imagine me too?
- t.r.
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sxwesnakie · a day ago
I love the Earth,
But I hate this world,
It’s quite perplexing,
I find it troublesome to explain but I truly believe I’m not made for this world.
That my existence in here is insignificant; it’s otherworldly.
I am like this– hollow and a creature of the dark that lingers in this world,
I lurk in the lonesome, dark spaces.
Maybe that’s what my being has become.
It’s not as if there’s no humanity, more like there’s not much of human that’s left in my self, in my soul.
- Shwe
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worldofharley · a day ago
There was a girl who longed for freedom,Illuminated in urban neon,Stood beside a cold drab road,She put a thumb out,A signal to the world,That she wishes to escape this life,For a car trip to anywhere,A yearning into the universe,To be an unidentified flying object,To shift her lifes paradigm,To surge under peachy cider skies,Astral winds blowing in her hair,Leather car interior…
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mirror-concepts · a day ago
Embrace Me Tenderly
Embrace me tenderly, 
for I am made of crooked glass 
and stained smiles. 
Embrace me tenderly, 
for I am made of sharp edges 
and bloody grins.
Embrace me tenderly, 
for if you are not careful, 
the jagged curves of my body 
may cut too deep.
Embrace me tenderly, 
for if you are not careful, 
my teeth will drag too roughly 
across your lips as we kiss.
Embrace me tenderly, 
for if you are not careful, 
you’ll break too soon 
and become just like me.
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