Lost Minds

Your velvet hand
Or is it a lizard on a window pane?
Oh
It's both
I should have known better
Why do I seem to be shoved away?
Why does your shove begin to feel
More and more
Like a beast's each day?
I seem
To be going back down
Down to the place you dragged me from
And you seem to not even care
So can someone pass me a fix?
Cause I'm going down
Down where shattered eyes rule

What hides beneath the skin?
Only shadows
That love to smile at misery
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
The words rule my once
Innocent mind
Why can't I turn back?
Why can't I have you back?
Why do I have to  run from these
Smiling shadows?
I miss those clear eyes
That always made me smile from within
This soot painted heart
I miss those burnished days
When the felicity was like
A pup running in a day
That would last forever

When our minds wonder so far enough to question the truth, they become lost. Things that are wrong and things that are right are woven into the way of someones life. And when the one you love has a dark heart, you learn to crave it regardless. What a great submission by Amanda from USA. :)

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~October Poetry~

Edger Allan Pug ;)

Hey guys it's October, and for all you dark, mad-minded writers out there, this is your time to shine! The first October piece I found for you guys is called "Tombstone" By Nicklas from Sweden. This piece is about losing someone close to you and the only things you have left of that person. 

Tombstone

It's been long enough for me

If only you could save me

How long must I wait here

You who have left me behind

You were my sunlight

You were my life

You were my everything


Now I have only this

How could he be so cruel to you

Now I'm walking in the fog

The fog that you left me behind in


Why can't you just show me the way

Show me how too live... again

Give me one more chance

Please god don't take her away


You were my sunlight

You were my life

You were my everything


Now I only got your tombstone

Can you hear me when I scream?

Can you see me from up above?


You will forever have stolen my heart

Thank you Nicklas from Sweden, for that melancholy poem. :) -(Nicklas' DA account: HERE)

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We also have another great snippet from Syrah J Crawford from the USA. Her work is called "Damned", and It's a perfect piece for the month of October.  

Death and Crows,

X's and O's.

Tears and decay,

Omens at bay.

Rot, and shocked stutters,

Filth, and crazed mutters.

Satan's bed, blankets of flesh.

Don't let it hear you, hold your breath.

Goodbye little star, so far away,

I'll rip your heart out goodnight,

To make sure you stay.

Thank you, Syrah from the USA, for that wonderfully wicked poem. :D -(Syrah's DA account: HERE)

Lastly, I wanna see some great feedback from you guys for our fellow poets. ;) Happy October everyone! 

Awakening

One day

  I won't wake up 

At least, not to the sound of your voice

And the touch of your lips on my cheek

    Because you'll be gone

    And I'll be vanquished and abandoned .

You told me to trust you

  That you'll never leave me 

But my faith was never very strong

Even if my imagination was .

And you know that I fear

The forsaken life

I tried to leave behind;

You know that I don't want to go back .

   (I can't hold onto everything

      As I watch my life fall to pieces.)

And I've watched you as you sleep

  By my side, curled up in the blankets

I've watched your lips move and heard you

  As you whisper my name and move closer.

But one day, I won't wake up

To your sweet smile and loving eyes

    And I fear the day that you finally wake up

    And realize what you've gotten yourself into.

A woeful piece about loving someone so much that you would be crushed if you lost him or her. Sometimes we fear that people will leave us, and sometimes we imagine it to be for stupid reasons. It's also really hard to know when someone really loves you. You can never be too sure. Over all a very touching, thoughtful piece by Silverthorne-Studios

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Heroin

That sickly smell. Tell tale scent.

Creeping into my nostrils, my mouth, my lungs.

Hits with every inhale.

Piss and fish. Stink so thick and tangible.

A smell you can touch.

Flame beneath tin-foil, split second relief.

Never could catch that dragon.

Colors blur, music fades.

Lost.

Pain no longer exists in this blind, narcotic delirium.

More real than reality.

Wallpaper becomes technicolor kaleidoscope.

Eyes closed, rushing motor-ways of silhouetted blood-vessels.

“Dude, give me a hit.”

No. You are gone, and I am no longer here.

Inflated head, numbed face. Tingling flesh, electric fire.

Junk sickness healed.

Heated spoons, pins into flat veins.

Just one more time.

It's good, oh! It's so good.

Just one more time.

Empty wallet, empty cupboards.

Knocking on the doors of empty flats.

Just one more time.

Junkies live on junk time.

Times between score and the next score.

Shake, sweat, crawl, cry.

Just one more time.

Just one more.

Forever.


Regards,
Kurt Ethen Jarram

A very dark, deep piece about heroin and its influence. It really puts you in the shoes of an addict. This piece is by Kurt Ethen Jarram! Please leave feedback, fellow poets!

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Can You See Me?

Can you see me?

I'm right here

Right next to you

Please look at me

Just say something

Let me know I'm alive

Let me know you care

Sometimes you look

And I think maybe....

But as I look into your chocolate eyes

I realize you're seeing through me

You see her

And why wouldn't you?

She's the pretty one

She's the one everyone likes

While I am just a shadow

Sitting alone

Reflecting on memories

Of what never happened

A spiritual poem about feeling invisible. We've all been there sometime in our lives. A lovely piece by Jess aka LeotheLion25. Leave some feedback below, my fellow poets!

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Last Day of the Apocalypse

One more stare into the wilds

Red waters drifting through my hands

Dark thoughts invading my mind

Silently drowning my desired night

The poet`s hands carving my name on a dark, cold grave

My last sentence to the eternal flames

A father`s memory, once alive

Fell into my forgotten shards

Strong feelings of a guilt

My passion never left me

For I was born by the ocean`s will

Into the last day of the Apocalypse.

Regards,

Mithaali Korga

A dark piece about the dawn after an apocalypse, and all the memories of bloodshed left behind. A visionary piece by Mithaali Korga aka MithaalyKorga. Leave some feedback below for our fellow poet!

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Derailed

Waiting on the platform, hoping for the sound

Of the wheels that rumble in the misty distance.

No schedule or announcement to signal its approach,

No one around for me to ask assistance.

It comes and goes so stealthily, never screeching to a stop.

Sometimes it hits me at a hundred miles per hour.

That's when I get a rush, that racing high, that steals my breath away.

Though I wish I could be struck a little gentler.

Oh here's my chance! It's coming now! Already within view.

Doors open wide, welcoming me to join the ride.

But a voice calls out, I turn around, and it zips out of sight again!

Ugh, right before I had the chance to step inside...

And there it chugs away again, whistling its farewell.

That blasted train I've hardly ever caught.

So here I wait impatiently for its unpredictable return,

My stupid. Little. BLOODY Train of Thought.

A creative piece about missing the perfect opportunity. We've all been there! An Amazing entry by Undiscoveredmuse. Leave a comment for our fellow poet!

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Relapse

Crying,

You can't take it anymore.

Rummaging around,

Searching, finding something.

As the blade slips across your arm you cry,

Watch the blood ooze out,

Watch yourself bleed bright red.

You move down.

To your hips.

See the fat...

Cut once, cut twice.

But you can't look at them any more. You're so fat!

You cry some more,

Wish to starve once more.

That fat, it kills you...

It really does...

You just can't handle anorexia all over again.

Not those arguments,

Not on top of the ones you're already having.

You hate yourself,

You cut yourself.

Relapsing once again.

A dark piece bringing awareness to the hardships of low self-esteem and eating disorders. The imagery is also stunning. This Amazing entry is by Hannah aka Bangaltermanuel. Please leave feedback for this talented poet! 

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Because Love And Death Go Hand And Hand

There was a man with a dull coat

Sitting on the green park bench.

Dying leaves appeared to flutter about him,

But they were just falling.

Surely, he was an artist.

Only an artist could create such an illusion

And fade the barrier

Between beauty and death.

He was writing,

Or perhaps he was drawing;

She couldn't tell which.

His fingers were delicate around his pencil,

Cradling it in a gentle grip,

Though she could see barely controlled tension

And violence hidden shallowly beneath.

On a whim,

On a quick and petty impulse,

She walked closer to his park bench-

More grey than green, decidedly-

And tried to look over his shoulder.

He crumpled the paper in sheer frustration

Just as her line of sight attached to it.

She saw it bounce on the dirty path

As the man stood up stiffly,

Glancing at her briefly

With a flicker in his eyes.

He was gone.

She sat on the bench moments later

And opened the bundle of paper,

And when she did,

She realized that this man 

Had not been creating a drawing

Nor a poem

Nor a story.

He had just been creating art,

Simple and pure,

Complex and tainted.

Amid chaos and graphite marks,

Eraser shavings and insistent rips,

Was a messily scrawled word-

'Love'-

Not made impatient by the beautiful destruction

Or angry creases striking through it.

She ironed out the paper

And decided that maybe she could return it

Someday.

A very deep piece about the power of art and its influence. Truly amazing. This piece is by SpiralingSpontaneity! Please leave feedback for your fellow poet!

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Playing Doubles

Hot - Cold

Left - Right

Up - Down

Day - Night

Everything comes in pairs

Two hands, two eyes, two ears

A partner, twin, or opposite

East - West, two hemispheres

At night I dream that it is day

In day I wish for night

Sometimes I know that I am wrong

Sometimes I think I'm right

Winter - Summer

Big - Small

Truth - Lies

Rise - Fall

~G.K. (Kreatress)

A simple, to-the-point, piece that, at the same time, can be comprehended in many ways. A beautiful piece by Kreatress. Leave some feedback below, my fellow poets!

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Broken Door IV

I let one person go through this door before,

And currently they no longer exist to me.

I know for a fact that you were a different one,

But was it us that was truly meant to be?

I opened the door like I had years ago,

However the one that walked through loved me.

I felt happy, amazing, the best I had ever been.

But I understand things are never meant to last, you see.

Just a year later, you walked out just like the one before.

Except this time, you took much much more.

My dark world got darker.

And the coldness felt colder.

But, unlike the other one, you did something else too.

You offer to stay as a friend if I want, which of I do.

And no matter want I won't regret all of this.

But I know deep down I can't accept this as bliss.

I know you want to stay as a friend,

But I don't want the feeling to end.

I want so much more still,

But you can't say "I will".

I feel like I am in a worse prison now than I was before.

One that offers both misery and bliss, and it makes me sore.

Because I rather have you as a friend than nothing at all,

But I want to be more, and that's entirely your call.

My only option left is to leave the door open wide.

And just hope that one day you are back by my side.

But from your actions, I know that may never be.

So instead I stand motionless, hoping something saves me.

Regards,

Eric "Infirnex" Tracey

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What A Dream

To live forever

What a dream

What would you do?

See the world?

Find new ones?

The perfect life

What if its a curse?

To walk alone

Watching days flow by

Your friends are gone

Family pasted away

Youre all alone

What life is that?

To watch things change

Day after day

Never changing yourself

Is this dream still perfect?

To know youre alone

Till the end of time?

The sun rises then sets

The moon following behind

As if playing some game

Everything feels pointless

No reason to live

Or fight

Or die

Just you

To live forever

What a dream

But is it worth it? 

An Amazing entry by CodyWolf ! 

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Now vs. Then

It used to be "Just a hug"

Then I was hugged by the one I love

Hands were "Normal, almost useless"

Until I found someone to hold them

Goodbye was just "A simple word"

Until the day that goodbye hurt

A kiss was just "a show of affection"

Until the day you made me want them

To hold someone close was "Strange and weird"

Until I missed you when you weren't near

Fighting was "Normal and expected"

Until you really made me regret them

Mornings were "Sluggish and stressful too"

But now I jump from my bed to see you

I "Never really got much sleep"

But now it's worse 'cuz you're all I dream

To fall in love was "of no use"

Until the day I fell for you

Regards,

Now vs. Then

An Amazing entry by So-Stereotypical! 

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