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"Poetry of the Past" Part 2

Updated on February 27, 2018
Rotten Apple
Rotten Apple | Source
Skorn | Source

Feb 22, 2010

"Lover's Skorn"

So easily forgotten, the apple turns rotten.
So easily mislead, the rose withers till its dead.
Death becomes her, drenched in blood.
I hear the silence dripping from her tongue,
and the voices that she hears disperse,
she is under his spell, his curse.
"What's this power you have over me?
Its too dark, I cant see."
His only reply was, "Your love is like a bloodlust.
I must have it, I must."

So easily misused, the body becomes bruised.
So easily misread, on the heart hangs the head.
Death comes too soon,
before the child even leaves the womb.
"I wish I had never been born,
to never felt this lover's scorn."
He lays upon his bed, this is what he said,
with tears upon his cheek,
"How I've become so weak.
Temptation has got the best of me."

He seeks redemption in her eyes,
But all she can do is despise.
There's nothing left but hate.
He must answer to his fate.
So easily hurt and broken, before a word was ever spoken.
So easily betrayed, the grave was already made.
"Now lie in it." she said.
"You're Fucking Dead.
In this hole is where you'll be,
never again will you hurt me."

Loveless | Source
"Write your name in my blood, with the feathers from my broken wings."
"Write your name in my blood, with the feathers from my broken wings." | Source

Feb 19, 2010


You step farther away into a void.
To know you is to love you.
But how can you be so nonchalant?
To love you is to hate you.
You carry this weight upon your shoulders,
this burden, this curse.
You carry it without complaint,
for you know it could be much worse.
You douse your fears with sorrow,
You wallow in your own self pity,
and I used to think of you as clever,
as charming, and so witty.
Now just full of guilt and self hatred,
you fall apart in parts.
Weakness in the knees,
this is where it starts.
And this is where it ends,
everything you never wanted,
is now everything you give.
I asked for it a thousand times,
but it wasnt my life to live.
You dont know what love is,
and you probably never will.
For you do not know yourself,
though you pretend to still.
You pretend to be the perfect embodiment,
you think you know it all.
But when reality hits you,
you will surely fall.
For betrayal comes in the form of a friend,
you know this all too well.
You keep yourself locked up
inside your own personal hell.
For someone who has no feeling,
for someone who has no care,
You sure do give in to her,
like she was always there.
There to control you,
there to seduce,
there to contaminate
and pollute.
You fell right into her trap,
her Medusa's stare turned you to stone.
I just hope at night,
when your laying in bed, awake, alone,
that you have made the right decision,
that you will find yourself one day.
before everything you really want,
whisks itself away.

Feb 5, 2010

"The Cure"

I gotta keep my head up,
while my heart is always down.
Every time I try to stand up,
I get pushed back to the ground.
And this time was no different,
Its always the same.
I must be doing something wrong,
to be always losing this game.
I must not have good judgement.
I must not play my cards right.
I always seem to make the wrong decision,
and never win this fight.
Its a battle I lost a long time ago,
and the scars, I wear them well.
Its a rollercoaster ride,
straight from the top I fell.
I guess this is my curse,
my own personal Hell,
but I'll never give up,
my soul I wont sell.
All the pain in the world
that one heart can endure,
I think I've endured it as much as I could.
I've sipped on the poison, now I'm waiting, the cure.

© 2011 Nikki Wicked


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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      Thank you Audrey. Yes my best work comes from a dark place. :)

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      Audrey Howitt 6 years ago from California

      You do dark well my dear!!

      My fav lines--

      So easily misused, the body becomes bruised.

      So easily misread, on the heart hangs the head.

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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      haha thanks so much blake.

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      Blake Ford Hall 6 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Nice work Nikki, love your choice of imagery to compliment your art. Something that often gets over looked, in this overly copyright restricted age. Please may steal anything I ever create, as long as it makes something even more creative. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d

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      Nikki Wicked 7 years ago from Louisiana

      thank you astra. yes they led me somewhere good :)

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      Cathy Nerujen 7 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      These poems are dark but they share the theme of love and love being broken. Each poem is like a part of the journey on the road. But they lead somewhere. And I hope they lead somewhere good for you too. Great writing, Nikki. Take care.

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      Nikki Wicked 7 years ago from Louisiana

      thnx you guys for being so great and taking the time to read these. my writing has always been special to me.

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      MrDSpade2 7 years ago

      Wow, yeah i really like this, awesome writing and pics, movin to the next...

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      bbnix 7 years ago from Southern California

      Of course Nikki. We define our own futures, those of us that matter, but you are the definitive of that... :)

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      Bumpsysmum 7 years ago from Cambridgeshire

      Mmm, I love these dark poems, they make you think and read more carefully - good one :-)

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      Nikki Wicked 7 years ago from Louisiana

      yes there is a certain magnetism to dark things, and we all have that dark side, i can be as dark as i wanna be but i try to be a good person, as best i can. and i tend to see the good in others as well, especially those close to me, or those I fall for. some arent always though, good, and defintely werent good for me. maybe they will be good for someone else. we all are a certain way with certain people, some bring out our bad sides, some bring out the best in us, and those are the ones you want to be with. I dont define any future, you define your own future, by the decisions you make in life.

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      bbnix 7 years ago from Southern California

      Thanks Nikki.

      I love how you saw the "much greater person than who he really was." I knew that about you, but not so far as how you might see something in someone like me, although you're support is incalculable, it's just that you're writing speaks to a higher place that we all endeavor to be.

      You, my dear friend, define the greatest future for us all...

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      Johnny Love 7 years ago

      They are darkly beautiful in my eyes, but i love the shadows. I find the darkness so mysterious and divine. All good in my heart.

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      Nikki Wicked 7 years ago from Louisiana

      Yes I saw that. I think your "fallen" shall be a great work of art bb, and truly dark and inspiring.

      ahh im not sure why i chose the name beowolf..its about a past love of mine, that broke my heart in more ways than one, but i guess he kind of reminded me of a beowolf. I guess because of the other girl, how he fell for her and her lies, she was the Grendel in the story, and he acquired a curse, as beowolf did in the story. he became loveless. but also how i saw him, and how that changed. I saw him as a much greater person than who he really was. and i guess the moral of the story is just figure out what you really want in life before its gone.

      and thanks so much jlove. your a becoming a constant vistor of my poems. Im glad you can feel the dark side of these poems, but they arent just dark, they are enlightening, they are vengeful, and empowering, hopeful in a way. and teaching a lesson as in beowolf. thanks for reading.

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      Johnny Love 7 years ago

      Darkness holds a beauty of its own. Left to live just to die another day. Death becomes her. I truly feel the light leaving my eyes. great read.

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      bbnix 7 years ago from Southern California

      It's funny you chose these poems as I'm working on a "dark" poem myself prompted by Elizabeth's "Fallen." I saw your supportive response, which prompts me even more, but these poems are what I'm looking for - I sooo love them, and you I so adore!!!

      And just so you know, as an English major, I've studied the ancient classics, and "Beowulf" is my all time favorite. Grendel will be slayed once again with all my scholarly might...


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