#dark poet

[anneverapoetry]

"Underestimation"

[poetryowl30]

The Music Of Violence

Do not envy the dog

Their sense of sound so profound

As to hear the storm coming miles away,

Frightened is the whimper

And adrift is the tightened tale,

Do not envy the privilege of noise,

Do not strain to hear the sickening song…

The first time he hears the music of violence,

Like a sickening for mass movement of immorality

The families are rounded up one by one,

It is not the crying that bothers the inner ear

Not the crying for their fathers’ lives,

What frightens the boy staring at the television

Is the silence in his voice,

There are no words for when the gun shots go

Off and each body drops,

Families dead upon the doorstep

The song has already been written for him,

He has no words to give

There is no meaning for a child disposed upon 

Violent enterprise,

He is broken and all the fires of death sound off 

Within his ears,

This is just a movie,

This is just a scene

He is just to be a willing soldier of the song…

Nineteen is the age when the song 

Reveals his phobic nature,

He can hear the walls screaming,

Malcontents breaking gravity to see 

Their families float into the drywall,

Fire anticipates in his desperate eyes 

Lifting his fist higher and the sledgehammer falls,

Like the metal going into the train track

A child’s right temple goes into the carpet,

For a minute the melody is silenced

And yet this boy can only hear violence 

Stumbling through the air,

His breath is quietly bitter and yet he drinks all of it…

At thirty he listens closely to the song of the bruised maiden,

Her tears have mutated into all sense of tolerance

She is a broken kitten subjected to fealty,

His ears make out the sonorous cuts upon the shoulder

And anticipate twisted blood run over her mouth,

Her eyes sing a song of suicide

For with each breaking smack and sophomoric scream

Solidarity reveals a treasonous feeling within him,

An imitation of terror for his thoughts

And a smile of misfortune for at the end

The tragedy begins anew,

Sound of indignity ignited as the door opens

And the devil in the form of him struts through it,

Her fright is flaunted 

Flaunted deep across the boundary of his sanctuary

With bells chiming gospels deep into his thoughts…

[authenticity2025]

[the-muppet-joker]

Gods. I am so dark and twisted that I scare myself sometimes........

[insane-in-the-membranee]

In the shadows of my love, a haunting truth lingers – my boundless affection, a curse veiled in desire. I dread the certainty of my impending ruin upon you, yet, entangled in selfishness, I refuse to release the grip of this heart that claws at your soul. You, dear one, unwittingly embody my twisted salvation.

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[sarrf]

Don’t waste ur time to kick against a wall in the hope to transform it to a door.

[de-rochester]

"There’s something dark in me that he cannot get rid of."

— Evan Morte

[paradigmdreamspace]

Both Sides of a Threshold

I am perceived as imperceptible

Directed to be indirectable

Formed to be formless

Harmed by the harmless

I am liminal

I am solace amidst silence

I am void amdist violence

The humors in humanity

Holding our heavy hearts

Empty spaces, empty cages

We are many, we are one

I am more, I am none

The fleeting whim of folly

Fortold our fate

Horror and hate

We are the inhuman

We are the unexplainable

I am miasma

Cautious creations

I found myself haunted

Haunted by my own elations

Emotions emptied

I am we

And we are alive

Tried by undeath

I am abandoned

I am alone

And only here

Do I find what purpose defines me

Rejecting my human side

Becoming the spaces between

I am liminal

I am maisma

I am the void

We are less than human

Becoming more than humanity

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