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Darkness within, a gaping hole
growing everlastingly
Feeding off my disbeliefs
Thriving on my sorrows
Taking hold of my conscience.
I tried to hinder it,
to naively convince myself
That It never transpired
that my candid heart still
laid unscathed.
Yet as I grew older
Life sadisticly crushed down
everything I once cherished
decimated my every hopes
contrived the darkness within.
As the years passed by
and the deceits grew countless
like a black hole engorging
all that surrounded it
the darkness took its toll.
I am now one and all
with this darkness within
As life keeps unsettling me
tricking me every time i dare
to vulnerably care...
No more shall I attempt
to restrict it or deny it
As I would myself become
the very deciever I loathe
I am the darkness within
growing everlastingly
Feeding off my disbeliefs
Thriving on my sorrows
Taking hold of my conscience.
I tried to hinder it,
to naively convince myself
That It never transpired
that my candid heart still
laid unscathed.
Yet as I grew older
Life sadisticly crushed down
everything I once cherished
decimated my every hopes
contrived the darkness within.
As the years passed by
and the deceits grew countless
like a black hole engorging
all that surrounded it
the darkness took its toll.
I am now one and all
with this darkness within
As life keeps unsettling me
tricking me every time i dare
to vulnerably care...
No more shall I attempt
to restrict it or deny it
As I would myself become
the very deciever I loathe
I am the darkness within
Literature
The Damager
I spit venom
Spreading lies and deceit
For the purpose of manipulating you
and filling you with hate
My methods may vary
But my intention's the same
to hollow you out
and fill you with rage
I'm not your friend
Though I may pretend to be
Just so I can betray you
and leave you empty
To cloud your mind
and destroy your faith
To disenfranchise you
and drive you insane
To fill you with anger
and tempered rage
To strengthen my cause
of inflicting more pain
So watch as I demonstrate
the chaos I bring
For I am the damager
This is my time to reign
Literature
Ambers Waves, Blue Eyes
Fingers like a willow, bending at his whim
Run through amber waves of grain.
(blue eyes and somber cups of tea defined evenings and testimonies of simpler things)
He will hold her in his eyes –the blues ones— and tell her secrets of the world
Like pixie dreams and broken seams and tired, creaky balance beams;
Intertwining fingers and clasped hearts.
Finally.
Literature
Suicide
Music bleeds from the soul
In the undercurrent.
Leaving a faith that
Has chosen not to-
Believe.
Wading.
Fading.
Floating away.
The pavement glued
To the shoes.
No motive behind
Those pale eyes.
Mind numbing.
No way to the-
Relief.
Wading.
Fading.
Floating away.
Solid ground altered
Into a weak glass
Falling forward.
Loosing all dealing.
Left to support the-
Feeling.
Wading.
fading.
Falling away.
White noise,
Sound of silence.
Blinded white light
Mine for the taking.
No one else
In the line of-
Waiting.
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Yeah ok... Funny thing the same day I wrote the 'Bulletproof' poem on difficulties to trust and how a relation is never 100% reliable...
A friend stabbed me in the back... So I haad a bit of time tonight and put a bit on paper what i feel has been a very common event in my life. Getting betrayed seems dull now because i've accepted the fact that people CAN and WILL disapoint you at some point of your life.
I guess i just embraced the darkness that once long ago was created out of the first of these 'unpleasant events'.
Funny coz I came to write this also after reading a journal on
's journal about Identity. So this poem goes out to her!
A friend stabbed me in the back... So I haad a bit of time tonight and put a bit on paper what i feel has been a very common event in my life. Getting betrayed seems dull now because i've accepted the fact that people CAN and WILL disapoint you at some point of your life.
I guess i just embraced the darkness that once long ago was created out of the first of these 'unpleasant events'.
Funny coz I came to write this also after reading a journal on
's journal about Identity. So this poem goes out to her!Comments28
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Excellent job on this. Beautiful imagery and wording. You really put into perspective what we have to become, the inner darkness we have to embrace, in order to make something at all of ourselves, or just to keep from being hurt over and over again. Keep writing.