POETRY | Dark Poets Club

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(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

(coming soon - a collection of light vs dark poetry from minds of mental injury)

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OBSIDIAN REFLECTION

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OBSIDIAN REFLECTION

By Paul Adam Short When I sought your acceptance The only words I heard Were slick-black and cloying Spat with furnace-heat People talk About wiping the slate clean - At what point do you stop? I gave up after the fifth sponge Too absorbent And getting the tar-black To turn sun-yellow again Took too much effort Crushing the slate - To gravel - So I could I trample all over you Like you did to me Was easy But made me feel guilty The foam sponges Once springy-soft golden Became

BREAKTHROUGH

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BREAKTHROUGH

By Tassia Dorsamy In the darkness she shed In the darkness she bled Muffled painful sound echoing in her mind Constricted heart blinding her light Her consciousness spoke, “Darkness and light can never be friends They escape each other by a simple flip of the switch at one glance Do not let that reptilian brain bewitch your senses It will only make your soul twitch, by blocking your lens.” For some time it felt like a nightmare Experienced through her darkest reality paralysi

DREAMS

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DREAMS

By Chris Foster "You can be anything you want!" And parents tell children not to lie. Sweet dreams child. Growing up is hard, But wait until you have to wake up. Go ahead, spread your wings. You have those of a fly. The world pulls off one at a time. The bigger they dream, the harder they fall. Shoot for the stars, vanish into the void. Hoping for that day, you’ll wait your life away. In vain and insane. In the real world, you’ll have only one dream: happiness. Their way is e

DAVEY JONES

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DAVEY JONES

By Georgia Lisette This body of water Swallows bodies of our daughters, bones of our sons. Unforgiving, dark, forbidding, Rolling roar at sinking sun. Beneath, the beasts, Insatiable, sleek, Electrical activity That signals what they seek. Saline gargle, Panicked splashing, Telltale sound of surface slapping Sensing from distant continents the scent of stress incontinence. Heavy, tired, socks that slide half way off feet Already freezing, Tiny speck of life in ocean vastness

FILTH

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FILTH

By Joseph Edward Johnson Pouring blood ran into the temple foundation, The heathens had forfeited their salvation. They cried aloud together with one voice, As their god revealed his final choice. The skies fell in the ensuing, violent cataclysm, Spirits released from their fleshy prison. Bones and bodies break like glass, Judgement has come to pass. Screams fill the air demanding safe sanctuary, Red ink signs the line of humanity's obituary. Dirty hands come together for the

DESECRATION OF A STATUE

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DESECRATION OF A STATUE

By Ailish NicPhaidin She stood tall and strong and willowy She matched the grace of Leonardo The clarity of Picasso The lyrics of Wordsworth The intensity of Milton And the power Merit Ptah She was admired by many Stricken by few Envied by simpletons Humbled by graciousness. Then, startled, she awoke Slowly, dazed, unbelievingly One fine summer night After playing with friends. Her solitary sojourn Amongst the grass and rushes Was not pieced together Until she saw the strewn

THE VISITANT

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THE VISITANT

By Barbara Harris Leonhard A house that grows taller may collapse or be reborn, its brick spine realigned, & new colors applied to the relic. This house stands rigid in gauzy light, an old man using breeze as an inhaler. The front steps creak under the Visitant, bearing cerements. The porch, a broken hip holding up thin walls of bone, struggles with the sacred load. The Visitant enters, offering vespers in sepulchral whispers to the reluctant host, shrouded in brown. Thin hal

NOT OUT OF THE WOODS, I LIVE HERE

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NOT OUT OF THE WOODS, I LIVE HERE

By Rhiannon Higgins My heart shivers Like a little dog in Its bone cage Be it the lack of meds Or the incense I huff Like cigarettes Somethings got a claw In my insides and I’ve invited it What must those mice think In the floorboards Do they understand? How I pick out tangerines because They're pretty, but never eat Or peel away the skin And how I forget water and toothpaste But never the tylenol Or the potato chips I’ll tell them I was born With these bad habits On my umbil

THE DEVIL ENTERS TIME

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THE DEVIL ENTERS TIME

By Martin Jones We were fishing off dānus brēhwā, too humble to call a bridge, casting for perch and pickerel and talking such nonsense as boys talk, of county fairs and wild horses, of whom among gods is fiercest and among girls the loveliest, a morning made for fishing, no rain for days, no clouds, just a wayward breeze and the sun. Who was first to fall silent? Was it the crow or the morning dove, the village dogs or perhaps the cicadas by the road? Maybe it was us. Later,

MOTHER NATURE'S LOYAL SHIELD MAIDEN

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MOTHER NATURE'S LOYAL SHIELD MAIDEN

By Jade Walker The land has created me To end all of mankind The trees sing through me They tell me it is time For revenge to be stricken upon you By the two swords they form in my hands A lonely forest witch I am Bringing justice to the land Inner spirit within me Brimming and spilling over the edge My blood is bubbling; my tongue is dagger sharp and pointed My voice is back and it can move mountains My voice is back and it can reshape all of your ends Find the means to your

MY HEART BREAKS EVERY DAY

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MY HEART BREAKS EVERY DAY

By Jerrad Peters My heart breaks every day Is it too much What did Trent Reznor say “The only thing that’s real” But I remember everything Come here and let me touch No way Hurts too damn much My head hurts every day When did this start What did Dolores say “In your head, in your head And the violence caused such silence” Okay This sure ain’t art My body tends this way Cannot take it What did Sinatra say “Watch children’s carousels” Next day you turn around it’s fall This cla

GHOST

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GHOST

By M.E.G. Icy claws prise my soul from its body, scooped hollow dirty spoon on the draining board, an empty shell left to wander daily life. Thunder clouds hang under eyes of coal from Santa’s sack, dark beginnings and endings bleed into chapped skin intersecting streams turn fingers the faded colours of Winter’s rainbow. This shell of bones and flesh carries out it’s daily routine as I watch from a distance, floating fading! a ghost risen to haunt another y

THE ROSES

BROKEN SNOWFLAKES

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BROKEN SNOWFLAKES

By Jenny Pyke People do their best to avoid darkness, but the light can be far worse. The dark objects to judging cracks that give texture to the surface, Yet light promotes the parts you don’t want others to see. Rays of reality can be hellish to those who find comfort in solitary Rumours of the deserted can be deceiving. I find company with monsters that hide in foggy corners They avoid reason and fear people more than people fear them. Vulnerable and misunderstood. The nor

I AM TO DIE

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I AM TO DIE

By Wayne C. Hannis On the skeleton of our need, why the horror of the leaving? The folding up of the white narcissus, darker blue, the moon is white, the night an even hue. These sounds of bones cracking back, the moans out of the night, crying, bitten. I wonder what shapes they'll force, what tentacles they'll grow? Pride swallowed, in the rich galled turnings of my throat. Possess them in child magic, through all their dreary spread. While I myself, edged into the terrible

WILL TO DIE

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WILL TO DIE

By Didi Shannon Burcklay When the pain reopens old wounds, they start to bleed again and again. When the people around you make you feel nothing, inadequate, mortified, the demons of the past resume dancing around you, laughing triumphantly. When the people you love most hurt you, humiliating you, the chasm you thought you had overcome opens up again in front of you. Your head is spinning, your breathing becomes labored and the long-thrown back tears come back to sting your e

NOT ASHAMED

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NOT ASHAMED

By Javanne Bain-Forde I am not ashamed to admit that I am in my twenties I am not ashamed to admit that I have wanted to rest well beneath the soil And I am not ashamed to admit that as I write this, that want has not been satiated I know to some, my woes are nothing But to those like me, where growing old is a luxury we dread And being happy a forgotten past time, Where time stretches outwards for far too long Where we want nothing more than to sit in our flower bed And enjo

DAFFODIL

THE APPREHENSIVE AVENGER

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THE APPREHENSIVE AVENGER

By Colin James The gag order was clear enough concise even, not at all periphrasistic. Instructions in bold lettering, remove any identifying emblems or representations of self. Sagacious tips from The Weekly Reminder, an information provider for cultists, I inherited from the previous occupant. After the sand has been swept into neat little piles, only then can the annual festivities begin, so wear your plumage euphemistically. #darkpoetsclub

I AM THE UNHEALTHY ONE

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I AM THE UNHEALTHY ONE

By Andromeda Rose My trauma makes me argue with men as if I am fighting a war for all the women who have no voices to fight with /when I am wrong /when there Is no war, my kettle boils over without a flame /there is so much anger inside of me and I fight. I have seen my mother’s eyes glaze over in numbness too many times. I have hidden myself in so many places I sometimes forget to come back out of /the world still rotates. I have counted the minutes until I have to face desp