Posted: 10-12-2015, 06:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2015, 06:14 PM by Silence.)
Well since I'm a major nerd and have really nothing else to do, I'm gonna start posting my poems a few at a time. :3
I usually write "Darker" poetry just to vent. So read if you want, if you don't want to then do whatever. Always looking for constructive criticism. And if this is the wrong section, please move it.
For in cloaks of darkness and fabric of blacks;
A boy sees the world for all that it lacks.
Grinning to deceive the ones who glance quickly;
Never letting them see his mind so sickly.
He paces his words and he steadies his breath;
He prepares for his inevitable death.
False emotions and lies;
This is the story of the grinning darkness;
The one within his mind of starkness.
With his knees in hands and his eyes filled with tears;
He seemingly ages before your eyes, so many years.
For each soft breath you hear him make;
It's another smile so professionally faked.
Candid thoughts and a self-loathing soul;
His life was the very last toll.
So this is the story of the grinning shadow;
He ended his night on the Eve of Hallow.
There is a ridge within my own mind;
It is the one that separates my sane form from insane - the dividing line.
A creature of undefinable darkness;
Dwells between the ridge and beholds the field's starkness.
It sits on its haunches and stares in defiance;
Dismissing those who wish for it to look to them in guidance.
This creature of darkness, the one of original light;
Has been through much, and is only there to help during plight.
Should the passers stand and stare;
They'll see the dark coat dissolve in the air.
Should they attempt to draw nearer and calmly approach;
It shall pay no heed, and instead onto its prey, encroach.
Should you beware, and to its warnings heed;
Expect it to be there in your time of need.
For this creature of darkness, the origin of light;
Is simply only dark to those who refuse to see its internal fight.
It ventures to the cliff above the ocean of death;
Staring down at the souls lost, and all the people he met.
It shakes its solemn head and its mane of shadows;
The one who watches from the high plateau.
Over your body while you sleep, it shall guard;
While you walk down the street, you it shall not harm.
Pay it no mind though, for it is a shadow;
A creature that you cannot touch, but will never let go.
That creature of shadow - the one within the ridge;
Is simply a beacon, the one that acts as my bridge.
It is the darkness of I;
The one you shall see within my eye.
Though not all darkness is bad;
Simply a dark place to be had.
You shall see me in the shadows, or as you gaze on your walls;
And I'll be there, to catch when one falls.
A string of wire and made of copper
Laughed at 'cause people think he's off his rocker.
Fuck the world and fuck the people;
Society is but a word to express inequality as equal.
I'm tired of shit and I'm tired of lies;
Today seems to be another day of demise.
Expressing doubts brought by the constant mockery.
Laid in worry and tasked with blame;
The anger is sparked then blazes like a wild flame.
Beyond your doubts, your misconceptions;
Let's see how you fare against his inventions.
Masks, Puppets, Dolls, Inanimate objects of all kinds;
Brought out and made to give him some form of lives.
I am strewn with the specks of dust called his insanity.
Ephemeral silences contended by the raucous banter of death;
What's more pleasing than a dying breath?
Questions and motives mean nothing to me;
I'm simply here for a new knife's gleam.
Murder, Homicide, whatever you call it;
That's my fiber, by being, tis' not a trick.
I'm done with lying and hiding my mask.
Watch the days once lived in peace;
See them end the nights and lives cease.
They call me mad and possibly insane;
They know not of the emotions in concrete lain.
I am a puppeteer, a master of many;
My own personas nothing more than some of plenty.
Let's see how the others can survive in a world derived from my mind.
Nothing more than an empty crown upon a shelf;
A king of 0f lies yet prisoner of himself.
What a better place for him than hell?
I hope you don't take this as personal;
But why the hell are you still here?
Are you caught up in some kind of fear?
Maybe the chains should be off for a little longer.
At three in the morning,
the phone sometimes rings.
A cheshire smile on the other end,
it's a man with black wings.
His caller ID says nothing,
except for a symbol that some cultures revel.
That's right my dear readers,
I had a 3 am call with the devil.
A melody as calm as water
is played upon the fields of god.
Angels sing and dance and play;
to start again another day.
A solitary person lazes about
they watch the other's dance and shout.
He lowers his head
and raises his cloak.
Never again to make a sound;
his head, once crowned, now upon the ground.
An abysmal maze of rot and decay
Many shan't see another day.
The harmonic tune of the
Brings many to their feet with glee.
The ones filled with sobriety;
others drunken with lust and ecstasy.
Who are those who rule the world;
and who are those that wander.
An ephemeral silence,
to guide and cease violence.
The song is finally over.