Submissions by darkheartmagic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a twisted fragile mind with only thoughts to one day be freed from this hour-glass of time.
Forgotten
Many a days ago,
My flesh began to rotten.
As I await, In this grave,
I see no flowers, I'm forgotten.
'Tis nothing more, but faint memory.
Since I've been placed into this infernal box.
Though seems its been a century.
Alone here with my thoughts.
The mind it starts to wander Like,
What was I, When breathing?
I only know of words,
but now they've lost all meaning.
Just a hole where time, Is of the plenty,
and hope is nowhere near.
Though my heart is no more beating,
I still can taste the tears.
By...
My flesh began to rotten.
As I await, In this grave,
I see no flowers, I'm forgotten.
'Tis nothing more, but faint memory.
Since I've been placed into this infernal box.
Though seems its been a century.
Alone here with my thoughts.
The mind it starts to wander Like,
What was I, When breathing?
I only know of words,
but now they've lost all meaning.
Just a hole where time, Is of the plenty,
and hope is nowhere near.
Though my heart is no more beating,
I still can taste the tears.
By...
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Blind
I find myself alone each night as I drink myself to sleep.
The nightmares from what I've become are now lost in my windowless dream.
My image of love has long since faded,
Only a memory of the warmth from another soul.
This isolation that I've created has made my heart as cold as snow.
Trapped inside this ice-land, Waiting for the storm to break,
Swallowed by a dark depression from a nightmare I can taste.
So here I lay alone, and try to drink myself to sleep.
Staring off in nothingness Wrapped in Liars sheets.
Searching in a bottle...
The nightmares from what I've become are now lost in my windowless dream.
My image of love has long since faded,
Only a memory of the warmth from another soul.
This isolation that I've created has made my heart as cold as snow.
Trapped inside this ice-land, Waiting for the storm to break,
Swallowed by a dark depression from a nightmare I can taste.
So here I lay alone, and try to drink myself to sleep.
Staring off in nothingness Wrapped in Liars sheets.
Searching in a bottle...
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3 Comments
The Writer
Love is like a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Love is like this paper, a dead and lonely tree.
How must one grow, if never given light?
Just a seed in the valley, with no wrong or no Wright.
Strangled by the roots, that bound us both in place.
Love and fantasy, how I long just for a taste.
Running away, to only find myself again
This time more lost and confused than I had ever been
Many years I've lived alone in shame.
haunted by three simple words.
if I heard them would l change?
How long can I live in isolation, with this void I can...
Love is like this paper, a dead and lonely tree.
How must one grow, if never given light?
Just a seed in the valley, with no wrong or no Wright.
Strangled by the roots, that bound us both in place.
Love and fantasy, how I long just for a taste.
Running away, to only find myself again
This time more lost and confused than I had ever been
Many years I've lived alone in shame.
haunted by three simple words.
if I heard them would l change?
How long can I live in isolation, with this void I can...
99 reads
4 Comments
Belly of the beast
I'm merely just a shadow,
a drifter in the night.
A man of many voices,
a being shunned from light.
Through the black abyss,
I pass a wanderer by.
His brittle hands they point at me,
then at the bloodstained sky.
He doesn't speak a word and continues on his path,
even with his silents his eyes insanely laugh.
I pay the man no mind,
for I'm just as lost as he.
I've lost my mortal body
now damned for eternity.
For in this realm I wonder,
the smell of death lingers from the deceased.
As if a plague has...
a drifter in the night.
A man of many voices,
a being shunned from light.
Through the black abyss,
I pass a wanderer by.
His brittle hands they point at me,
then at the bloodstained sky.
He doesn't speak a word and continues on his path,
even with his silents his eyes insanely laugh.
I pay the man no mind,
for I'm just as lost as he.
I've lost my mortal body
now damned for eternity.
For in this realm I wonder,
the smell of death lingers from the deceased.
As if a plague has...
222 reads
2 Comments
Baby Doll
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Mangled Mannequin
Thou watch me while in slumber;
Thy keepers of my soul.
The ground it quakes with thunder;
Thou show me truths untold.
Thou share my darkest passions.
My secrets safe with them;
Oh how I truly love my Mangled Mannequin.
I stare into thy eyes and I can
Feel her heart;
And I would die inside
To have my Mangled Angel
Fall apart.
I will search for bodies
And bring home limb for limb.
And maybe while I'm out,
I'll make a baby mannequin.
So we can be a family,
I'll give you skin like mine
And you can hold...
Thy keepers of my soul.
The ground it quakes with thunder;
Thou show me truths untold.
Thou share my darkest passions.
My secrets safe with them;
Oh how I truly love my Mangled Mannequin.
I stare into thy eyes and I can
Feel her heart;
And I would die inside
To have my Mangled Angel
Fall apart.
I will search for bodies
And bring home limb for limb.
And maybe while I'm out,
I'll make a baby mannequin.
So we can be a family,
I'll give you skin like mine
And you can hold...
114 reads
3 Comments
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