By Biara 99 candles line the churchyard floor. 98 flicker for every forgotten war. Burn, burn, burn, burn. Nostalgia sets in as we reach...

By CAKuntz Desperation has brought me to this place of waking teenage bedtime preoccupations, where quiet hollow blacks of night-ness...

By Mason Monteith In my travels I found no greater hunger, Than to desire of that which is Holy. A craving so deep that expands so...

By Soft White Glow My anaemic will retires Behind blinding fantasy – Tired, numb from birth, My shadow limps behind me.   Chained to a...

By Mystique Sometimes, I wonder if the moon prays to me Sometimes I wonder if she looks down on me Looking up and gasps my name Like...

By Olivia Feilden She sits on the bed And starts the ritual, The ritual of lying. She applies thick foundation to her face, Particularly...

By M.M.Wake the light is a liar. it paints over the cracks, makes everything look clean, holy, unbroken. but the dark, the dark doesn't...

By Charlotte Murray In this version, I  follow him out of the bar as darkness slides from midnight blue to ocean-deep black. It’s when...

By Sarah Doyle Night dances her Dance of the Dead, darkens her eyes with bold kohl, thinks I Shadow, laughs privately. Night is...

By Mike Everley There is something decadent about cold sheets the way they cling to legs as they slip between them. No one lies beside me...

By Jenna Malin the voices in my head have nothing to eat, so, they feast on my insecurities. they are not picky eaters; they’ll eat...

By Jack Bumby When it comes to the ritual of making babies, there are two schools of thought. There is what is usually done and what...

By Vincent Kenny My echo is the shadow of my voice - not me…. merely an absconded sound from deep within – now free.   And that...

By Jack D. Harvey We make him dress up hooded cloak, scythe and skull the Grim Reaper, put a name to it sinister slapstick to cover the...

By Ailish NicPhaidin Dampness spread like a surrogate mother Into the mobile home of lust and dust Spared only by the traveler Who...

By Haley Rose Guthrie i did not die but barely peered over death's edge, scrabbled on the slope of forever fantasies inside the...

By Dorit D'Scarlett (Dark Poets Prize III Winner) The door swells with the weight of midnight. A sound—knuckles on wood— soft as breath,...

By Dorit D'Scarlett (Dark Poets Prize III Winner) I do not fear the bones beneath, the quiet halls of soil and stone, where silence hums...

By Daniel Yakubov “I learned that those who undergo this torment are damned because they sinned within the flesh, subjecting reason to...

By Darshanika Panda  Click, Clack, Click- the staccato of familiar heels My heart works up a tremor beating too swift Who’s home so early...