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Please do not ask me
'Bout Dark Poetry
Have no need for it
It doesn't touch me
These are little Words
Of Pain, Hate and Fear
But they have no Sense
If you haven't felt such
If you have not seen
And you have not felt
They are just three Words
Like You, Me and Thee
These are puny Words
For those who felt it
Burning Pain in you
Roaring Hate for you
And the Fear of you
Of what thing you are
The beast you might be
The Darkness you crave
These are just Words
If you have never
Heard the fearful shouts
And seen the shed Blood
Do not talk to me
About Fear and Loath
If you have not seen
People suffering...
'Bout Dark Poetry
Have no need for it
It doesn't touch me
These are little Words
Of Pain, Hate and Fear
But they have no Sense
If you haven't felt such
If you have not seen
And you have not felt
They are just three Words
Like You, Me and Thee
These are puny Words
For those who felt it
Burning Pain in you
Roaring Hate for you
And the Fear of you
Of what thing you are
The beast you might be
The Darkness you crave
These are just Words
If you have never
Heard the fearful shouts
And seen the shed Blood
Do not talk to me
About Fear and Loath
If you have not seen
People suffering...
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Dark Rain
"Dark Rain"
Boiling clouds of threatening murk,
Filling the sky from horizon to sights end,
Shadows deepen, creep and swell,
And lights seem dim and smothered,
The first drops fall
Remember; it's only rain
Thick sheets of glossy black,
Each drop like bitter corrosive tar,
Steak the buildings, paint the bricks,
Leave splashes of sorrow on the walls,
Leave tear marks on people's skin,
Always look forward; it's only rain
Trickling lines of sullen darkness creep,
Pouring over, around, and through,
Each path leeching heat, light, and life,
Like thieves taking happiness instead of gold,
Streets are dark as the rain falls
Keep you
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Oniromancer : night and rain
The rain was falling. A sweet, warm oceanic rain, bathing the streets of the city. The tramways were slowly gliding on their tracks, their lights like golden halos in the rainy night.
The oniromancer was walking in silence. The woman was wearing an old, grey pull-over and a pair of jeans. A timeless attire for a timeless city.
She stopped to let a tramway pass in front of her. The vehicle stopped a few meters away, right beneath a sign that was reading : "Wall of the Cathedral." But the Cathedral didn't have walls. It had never had walls.
The tramway opened its glass doors. No one came out. No one ever came out of the tramway at Cathedral's W
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Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
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I once told someone not to ask me about Dark Poetry because, it kinda doesn't mean anything to me anymore. This is partly because I have seen a lot of dark poetry already (almost too much) and partly because the "porblems" we used to express in that Dark Poetry are sometimes just "Puny" in relation to REAL problems. In other words a Friend from Egypt once told me:"There is more than one way where a country is inhabitable."
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