Darkness (Poem)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by WitchMother, Nov 5, 2012.

  1. It's cold and it's dark
    It's just what I need
    The feeling of freedom
    The feelings I bleed

    Tumbling tumbling
    Slowly falling
    Into the darkness the is calling
    It takes my breath, It shakes my soul
    All the while, keeping me whole

    The fells lungs I feel
    They are no longer real
    The darkness inside, that I had to hide
    Has come out to play, to end the day.

    Black and red
    Dancing inside my head
    Danger danger
    It is no stranger

    So let darkness come
    Let's the sweet, red pour
    From the slits in my wrists
    I am no more
     
  2. I like it!
     
  3. *the feelings I feel
     
  4. Poem number two
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    Pain Pain, That's all I feel
    The dark trembling pain that's all to real
    The bruises the bumps, they all seem like one
    Each fist raised each arm numb

    To fight no more, to escape the dread
    Of a drunken man, lying in bed

    The screaming, the yelling, the smell of smoke
    To watch it all break like a yoke
    Try and try, try as you may
    There is nothing to stop this diseray.

    To fight no more, to escape the dread
    Of a drunken man, lying in bed.

    The abuse, the torment, the haunting nights
    Never knowing when to take flight.
    I bid you ado I bid you good bye
    As I try and try to close my eyes

    To fight no more, to escape the dread
    Of a drunken man, lying in bed
     
  5. Do you ever wonder what's inside a dark cloud
    Is it tears of rage, or just a frown?
    What brought on this sudden blast
    That flattens all in its path

    Much like a child, sitting in the cold
    No where to run, nothing to hold
    Wishing for the end, to come so sweetly
    And that it be done, ever so neatly.

    Taken that at which is not hers
    And tossing it back, without a word
    To close her eyes with a tremble oh so slight
    As the stormy day turns to a clear night

    She has said good bye, even of the know not
    That for her today is all she's got
    For tomorrow, alive she won't be
    For the pills she swallowed, so effortlessly
    She closes her eyes and lays down her sweet head
    And wishes, just wishes she knew what was ahead.
     
  6. These are amazinh
     
  7. Thanks you ^.^ the are to reflect my inner self, the part of me I can't show outside so I express it through poems,
     
  8. I know exactly how you feel
     
  9. I'll keep posting poems on here instead of making new threads for each one
     
  10. You're a really gifted poet
     
  11. Thank you, I love writing, stories and poems, my parents don't know not does my English teacher, just the peeps on here
     
  12. Aww, I'm glad you want to share your gift with us 
     
  13. Well, I figure it's the best place, lot of people read it, no one judges, and I can be me.
     
  14. It feel so cold yet it burns like fire
    The salt and ice that I desire
    Drip drip drip drip
    The sound of the ice
    Melting at my fingertips
    The salt lay silent, burning deep and true
    Into my thigh, in a spot anew

    The darkness I feel, eases away
    As pain comes to take its place
    Some call me physco some call me crazy
    But the truth is, I'm just lazy

    To lazy to deal with the trouble
    Bout unwillingly into a rumble
    Beaten and broken, left all bruised
    Left abandoned, worn down, used.

    None understand, as they claim they do
    That my life is Just a pretty mistake
    A burden, a menace, somethjng so rude
    That no one would want me
    Just like a broken old shoe.

    So as I sit here
    With the salt and ice I desire
    I listen to the sound
    Drip drip drip
    of ice melting at my finger tips
    And to the quietness
    Of salt burning like fire
    Into the soul of my deepest desires.
     
  15. I really love your poems, and I have been there too... But are you okay?? It sounds like you are going through a tough time :/
     
  16. I'm fine....
     
  17. Spinning Spinning
    Never ending
    Slowly fading
    Deep and dark
    Down crawl the marks

    Red slowly over powering white
    Struggling to breathe
    Struggling to be free
    The power ing side of me

    Spinning Spinning
    Never ending
    Slowly Fading
    Deep and dark
    Down crawl the marks

    It's to late to be saved
    To late, to late these days
     
  18. I used to write poems like this. But then I threw them away. Really cool.