Submissions by Blood_Merchant93 (BeautifulManiac)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I tend to write dark poetry as a release for my own pain. A way to express myself and possibly disturb my readers.
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 8:44am
21st Jul 2014 8:44am
Marionette
Exasperate my soul with so much sorrow
A mindless puppet haunted deeply
Playing with fragments of vulnerabilities
In a lair where time seems to stammer
Fear becomes the essence of life
Moving to the rhythm of each heart beat
Picturesque yet menacing
Dispirited forlorn
The darkness multiplies around me
The whispers play their games
Behold their vile torment
Twisted I remain
A mindless puppet haunted deeply
Playing with fragments of vulnerabilities
In a lair where time seems to stammer
Fear becomes the essence of life
Moving to the rhythm of each heart beat
Picturesque yet menacing
Dispirited forlorn
The darkness multiplies around me
The whispers play their games
Behold their vile torment
Twisted I remain
78 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 10:43am
20th Jul 2014 10:43am
Sweet Phial
Writhing in agony
your lips become blue
you're breathing blood now
you'll be drowning soon
My opalescent phial
holds a delicate poison you see
in the depths of deaths slumber
it waits to feed
Coursing through your veins
and seeping into your lungs
I hold you to my heart so close
knowing you're my first
Choking out your final breath
I'm enjoying your violent death
in my shadow I see a sinister smile
my bat like wings torn from the fire
In hell you rest for all your lies
your tangible lust discovered by I...
your lips become blue
you're breathing blood now
you'll be drowning soon
My opalescent phial
holds a delicate poison you see
in the depths of deaths slumber
it waits to feed
Coursing through your veins
and seeping into your lungs
I hold you to my heart so close
knowing you're my first
Choking out your final breath
I'm enjoying your violent death
in my shadow I see a sinister smile
my bat like wings torn from the fire
In hell you rest for all your lies
your tangible lust discovered by I...
59 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 8:49pm
19th Jul 2014 8:49pm
Darkness
The darkness is almost caressing me now
with it's cold claws it imprisons me
leaving me feeling suffocated
teasing me with promises
I fought it, oh I fought it
I found myself losing the battle
it started to take over my life
the light kept running away
Darkness became me quickly
darkness became my friend
no one wants to share their light
with someone who is trapped in the end
with it's cold claws it imprisons me
leaving me feeling suffocated
teasing me with promises
I fought it, oh I fought it
I found myself losing the battle
it started to take over my life
the light kept running away
Darkness became me quickly
darkness became my friend
no one wants to share their light
with someone who is trapped in the end
79 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 8:41pm
19th Jul 2014 8:41pm
Grow Madness
To look upon a person with a soul so sad
whose little eyes are sewn tightly shut
whose lips bleed through pieces of string
to see nothing but feel everything
I run my fingers over my jagged scars
every one shows a picture of a past
shame, guilt, disgust, fear
the secrecy of depression
Grow madness from a broken mind
let it engulf your every being
your soul may feel somewhat lost
but in the shadows you come alive
whose little eyes are sewn tightly shut
whose lips bleed through pieces of string
to see nothing but feel everything
I run my fingers over my jagged scars
every one shows a picture of a past
shame, guilt, disgust, fear
the secrecy of depression
Grow madness from a broken mind
let it engulf your every being
your soul may feel somewhat lost
but in the shadows you come alive
58 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2014 9:13pm
18th Jul 2014 9:13pm
Perhaps I'm Alone
My mind keeps going blank
swiftly moving too and from
over thinking to no emotion
it's like I've been partially erased
Whispers cry out to my hurting heart
urging the pain to make me feel alive
People in uniforms stare at me
pin me down and stab at me
I scream out unheard
confused I weep
Whispers cry out to my hurting heart
urging the pain to make me feel alive
Zombified I mumble nothing
scratching at my scabby arms
bits of blood splitter splatter
I don't want to say goodbye
Whispers cry out to my hurting...
swiftly moving too and from
over thinking to no emotion
it's like I've been partially erased
Whispers cry out to my hurting heart
urging the pain to make me feel alive
People in uniforms stare at me
pin me down and stab at me
I scream out unheard
confused I weep
Whispers cry out to my hurting heart
urging the pain to make me feel alive
Zombified I mumble nothing
scratching at my scabby arms
bits of blood splitter splatter
I don't want to say goodbye
Whispers cry out to my hurting...
53 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2014 7:19pm
30th Apr 2014 7:19pm
Freeing Oneself From Darkness
Leaping through thoughts just to skip all the memories
ignoring the ones that manifest into darkness.
Black clouds of smoke I blow out from my body
not listening to their existence anymore.
Creating a new vision to take over the misery
smiling properly for the first time in forever.
I push away the darkness trying to engulf me
allowing the light to caress my soul with happiness.
ignoring the ones that manifest into darkness.
Black clouds of smoke I blow out from my body
not listening to their existence anymore.
Creating a new vision to take over the misery
smiling properly for the first time in forever.
I push away the darkness trying to engulf me
allowing the light to caress my soul with happiness.
47 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 4:27pm
11th Feb 2014 4:27pm
Ramblings Of The Insane
"Why aren't these wounds healing?"
I sometimes talk to the people inside my head.
New faces leave their marks along my arms.
They say I deserve it.
"Why am I here?"
I can't help but glare at the closed metal door.
Most of my hair is on the floor as I rip it out.
Freshly healed scabs along my arms get torn open.
"Why won't I die?"
Get lost in the chasms of my own destruction.
I do believe I may have lost my mind a little.
I feel pretty low. Pretty fucking low.
I sometimes talk to the people inside my head.
New faces leave their marks along my arms.
They say I deserve it.
"Why am I here?"
I can't help but glare at the closed metal door.
Most of my hair is on the floor as I rip it out.
Freshly healed scabs along my arms get torn open.
"Why won't I die?"
Get lost in the chasms of my own destruction.
I do believe I may have lost my mind a little.
I feel pretty low. Pretty fucking low.
102 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 6:55pm
10th Feb 2014 6:55pm
Greet Old Scars With New Wounds
Eyes burning with hot blood
weeping through closed lids
gazing upon your pale arms
longing for them to be crimson...
Tempted to break the flesh
a blade grabs hold of your eyes
dragging them from their sockets
pulling you closer to your demise...
Lost souls mourn your frail mind
as you let the knife taste your skin
greeting each white line with a warm hug
leaving you feeling completely empty...
Life seems meaningless for the unseen
the pain of deep wounds can easily kill
drain the source of life from a shell
dream in...
weeping through closed lids
gazing upon your pale arms
longing for them to be crimson...
Tempted to break the flesh
a blade grabs hold of your eyes
dragging them from their sockets
pulling you closer to your demise...
Lost souls mourn your frail mind
as you let the knife taste your skin
greeting each white line with a warm hug
leaving you feeling completely empty...
Life seems meaningless for the unseen
the pain of deep wounds can easily kill
drain the source of life from a shell
dream in...
88 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 8:16pm
7th Feb 2014 8:16pm
Tragic Endings
Trudging through the filth of this world,
trying to find some beauty out of this poison,
in every family there is one who is different.
One who cannot seem to grasp hold of reality…
One who wishes to escape the pain of their existence…
One who decides to end it all…
Whispers or mumblings of words unheard,
a ghost of her former self she stands there,
by the mausoleum she picks a flower.
One single withering lily…
One rotting corpse…
One lonely girl…
trying to find some beauty out of this poison,
in every family there is one who is different.
One who cannot seem to grasp hold of reality…
One who wishes to escape the pain of their existence…
One who decides to end it all…
Whispers or mumblings of words unheard,
a ghost of her former self she stands there,
by the mausoleum she picks a flower.
One single withering lily…
One rotting corpse…
One lonely girl…
108 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 9:45pm
21st Jan 2014 9:45pm
Deadly Choice
Tired of trying to suppress deadly thoughts,
urges I've tried so hard to ignore.
Breaking the blade, breaking my skin,
please don't let me ever give in.
Shaking and weeping inside of my head,
willing my heart to stop and be dead.
Breaking the blade, breaking my skin,
please don't let me ever give in.
Laying in agony the urges released,
I tried so hard to conceal the beast.
Breaking the blade, breaking my skin,
open wounds bleeding once again.
Softly I feel dysphoria destroy me,
my body becoming so empty yet free.
Breaking...
urges I've tried so hard to ignore.
Breaking the blade, breaking my skin,
please don't let me ever give in.
Shaking and weeping inside of my head,
willing my heart to stop and be dead.
Breaking the blade, breaking my skin,
please don't let me ever give in.
Laying in agony the urges released,
I tried so hard to conceal the beast.
Breaking the blade, breaking my skin,
open wounds bleeding once again.
Softly I feel dysphoria destroy me,
my body becoming so empty yet free.
Breaking...
99 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 8:01pm
22nd Dec 2013 8:01pm
My Still Hand
Secrecy in watercolours along my body,
painting from new pallets with the same old brush.
Digging into old lids to find a darker shade,
a deeper crimson to splash along the tiles.
Closer to finishing without a disturbance,
shortness of breath with a pale blue touch.
Mixing colours from this lifeless shell,
a razor for a brush in my still hand.
painting from new pallets with the same old brush.
Digging into old lids to find a darker shade,
a deeper crimson to splash along the tiles.
Closer to finishing without a disturbance,
shortness of breath with a pale blue touch.
Mixing colours from this lifeless shell,
a razor for a brush in my still hand.
61 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 4:45pm
5th Dec 2013 4:45pm
Jealousbook
Still jealousy rears from this gross mind
darting it's way to create unpleasant thoughts
irritated I tug and twirl at my purple hair
digging my nails into my freckled skin
just enough to feed me some pain
just enough to feel a little alive
darting it's way to create unpleasant thoughts
irritated I tug and twirl at my purple hair
digging my nails into my freckled skin
just enough to feed me some pain
just enough to feel a little alive
59 reads
2 Comments
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