I don't write a lot of poetry nowadays - I prefer short stories. But back in High School I used to love writing dark themed poetry, or just rambling away into prose. Below, the favourites -- from 2008 - the present. Enjoy!
Untitled - 8 April 2014
Looking back, all I see
Is a lack of "us", and all "me, me, me"
Self centered, yet insecure
Spoiled little girl
Too caught up in her own little world
Never looking forward,
or ever around
Lost in your words,
how they would sound
How they caressed,
just how they felt
How your prose
Would make me melt
How foolish that I never saw
I am my own biggest flaw.
Looking back, all I see
Is a lack of "us", and all "me, me, me"
Self centered, yet insecure
Spoiled little girl
Too caught up in her own little world
Never looking forward,
or ever around
Lost in your words,
how they would sound
How they caressed,
just how they felt
How your prose
Would make me melt
How foolish that I never saw
I am my own biggest flaw.
Mirror
Mirror Mirror on the wall... Who is the fattest one of all I'll shun them, shame them, But never say why Because of their appearance, They aren't worth my try. Oh Mirror Mirror, If they could only see, That no one is perfect Unless they are me. For I am The Sun, Which the earth revolves around, But more of the slim, Less of the round. |
Horror
Floorboards creek and mice run, It started off just as fun. A door slams, and someone screams Its this sorta stuff that gives us bad dreams. A figure in the corner, by the window ledge It stands deathly still, so toward it, I edge. Something catches my eye; a red pool on the floor The figures feet aren't standing any more. Though fear stopped my senses, except for the sight, I see that i'm now in for a fright. My eyes wander slowly over the shape A corpse, dangling limp, it couldn't escape. Slow breathing. Down my neck. Bloodcurdling fear. Its me who's next. A quick moment of pain, and then its all over. A small light fades... Embers take over... |
Sanity
My name's Keris... What? I'm not playing games.. Its another of a thousand names Merely used to help me hide The type of person I am inside The person you'll never truely see Cowering there inside of me... A mirror breaks And the distorted truth is staring back. Those broken eyes, That broken smile Darkness seeping out between the cracks. A plastic, artificial shell. So fragile. As a tear leeks through, the paint smudges Mascara bleeds Everyone sees Who I really am. Sanity slowly seeps out |
The Workings
Too much to do Too much to say. Not enough hours in the day. The workplace buzzes Cogs turning Wheels grinding Chatterers Chattering. Printers printing scanners scanning Coffee? Love one. Home-time soothes But a mocking bird sits on the living room door. Don't you have something better to do? How quickly the mind jumps Away from original thoughts, feelings, memories, queries, That song's stuck in my head again. Its an empty happiness Yet it fills me with confidence And hope That something more will come. |
Wedding Ties
Never in my life has a mirror image caused so much pain... The old silk dress, Trailing My heart pounding Paining Comforting words, Failing Tears on my cheek Falling Later, he flicks back my veil Poisons my mouth with his tongue To seal the deal, my fate The ropes clasp my hands, feet, mouth. False smiles, as bright and attractive As balloons, bobbing in the corners Of the room, hypnotically madening As i kill the wedding cake... |
Desecration (2013)
How can what meant so much to us mean to little to them? Or is that not the case? Then, gold, jewels You had your own rules Didn't suffer fools You were the best When they laid you to rest Your tomb was blessed. No fury like you scorned Invaders were warned ... We mourned Now, they disgrace Invade sacred space Uncover your face Sacrilegious fools Breaking our rules Stealing your jewels I will make them pay Turn their light to grey They'll be my prey My incarceration Their laceration Your desecration. |
Cleansing Fires
My Father; Recovering from a night down town His face down in the gutter My Brother; Violence embodied- Punching Loki’s essence spreading cruel rumours Chicken Giblets on the pressure cooker Shadows fading Skin breaking. Scarlet. My fire to cleanse their sins Stop typing, Franki
Tonight, my brother called me a creep... I’ll put glitter on his eyes while he’s asleep... Its silly but he’s allergic, you see? He gets a rash, and then he blames me I really don’t know why this is Really, it shouldn’t be any of his biz’.... What I do with glitter, is mine to decide... from using on him, or pets that have died I’m not deranged, its true! I swear! But it seems that’s judged on what we wear styles and trends mean nothing to me It’s what’s underneath, that’s important you see Personality, and charm, can’t do anyone any harm yet we rely on looks to judge all the books My fingers are numb, so here I will end I hope you’re not reading, my friend For all of what you see here Lies mostly in my darkest fears things that will never escape these lips come flowing out through my finger tips deepest thoughts, and darkest regret All are concerned in how I am treat.... |
Higher Force
Through all of these years Of our mixed emotion There’s just one thing To which we all show devotion Opinions may differ But one things the same The love of higher power (Or the lust for fame) But focus on the one ‘Cus that’s why I’m here To question this power Which we love, yet fear I’m talking of course Of the big shot upstairs Asking why we wonder If he really cares The answer should be simple Right there in our faces Why question it all? Why argue such cases? Suffering and Pain Death and Divorce Are they just hard luck? Or our ‘beloved’ high force? |