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Dark Poetry

Updated on July 10, 2014

Dark Poems

This is a collection of short poems I wrote during the difficult times in my life. Some were written as a teenager and some as an adult. This large time span led to two completely different writing styles. I hope you enjoy them both!

The following poem was written when I was about 16. I was really struggling with depression and cutting and was trying to work through a personal crisis.

Inner Fight

I pray for someone to rescue me

from my own psychotic mind

I cannot take it any longer

Peace is what I need to find

I'm going crazy with evil thoughts

interrupting my patterned life

I can't control them any longer

They're cutting through me like a knife

What do I do when noone's there

to tell me it's all right

It is so hard all by myself

to think the thoughts and fight

The next two poems were written the day I turned 17. I was trying to find my mom. She had disappeared with my little brother and sister when I was ten. So on my birthday, I was trying to find them, but everyone I called said they didn't know. Her sisters. her parents. No one would tell me. So, at one of my lowest moments, I wrote the next 2 poems.

Despair

My ocean is dry

but the stream still runs

forming a puddle in my lap

The air is now stormy

The clear sky gone

The gusts and the waves take over

My ocean is cracking

The stream now a river

forming a pond in my lap

The air is now foggy

Everything gone black

I see no life in my ocean

My Cry

The story of my tears.

sacs are brimming

brown turns green

redness arrives

big blurry scene

One splash and another

follow the line

carved as a statue

drawn over time

white turns pink

bright shiny glass

everything widens

trying to pass

The next few poems can only be called man-hater poems. I dated some real losers and when it went south, I used poetry to work through it.

Untitled

You're on my mind

every minute, everyday.

So I need to think of things

to push my heart away.

So I think I'll just remind myself

of all the crap you pulled,

All the times you hurt me,

all the lies you told.

Like how bad I felt

when your promises you broke.

Like how I took us seriously

when, to you, we were just a joke.

Like how everyday you lied to me

about things big and small

You must have thought I was stupid

but I saw through them all.

Like how I smelled perfume

that night you came to bed.

You don't wear Vanilla Fields

I don't care what you said.

Like how you'd go to your exes house

and you'd shut off your phone.

You'd be there all night

leaving me all alone.

Like how you would ignore me

when other girls were there.

You knew how much that hurt me

But you didn't seem to care.

Like how you would come over

for clean laundry and a screw.

A laundromat and a sex stop,

Is that all I was to you?

Oh, boy. Do I feel better.

I'll just read this everyday

To remind myself of all the reasons

why I should stay away.

TT bar

Just the thought of you

fills me with such pity.

Because it's so sad

you'd rather pay for your tt.

Do you feel like a big man

when those girls hang all over you?

Just remember to pay them 5 bucks

And they'll do whatever you want them to.

Are you ever going to realize

to them it's just a job

They don't care if you're fat, short or ugly

or if your name is Harry, Tom or Bob.

All those girls are doing

is making a damn good living.

They know they don't need to worry about money

as long as fools like you keep on giving.

So the next time they shake their tits and *ss

The next time you think they want to f*ck

I hope you know what they're really doing

Because to them you're just a paycheck.

Why?

If I had one wish to wish

that wish would be

that fateful day one year ago

you hadn't told me you loved me

Everyday of being with you

I felt happy, sad and sorry

And every time we weren't together

I felt nothing but worry

You kept saying you didn't want to hurt me

that you'd never do it again

But that was just another lie you told me

I never mattered to you, not now, not then

All I wanted was to love someone

with a love so complete and true

But I also wanted to receive that love

I did it. Why couldn't you?

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I know these were probably confusing. But so is life. And so are emotions. Thank you for reading.

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      Lisa Auch 6 years ago from Scotland

      I love the fact how you have used words as a healer they can be weaved with pain and emotion, and used as a release. Some of these are very powerful -Blessed-

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      darciefrench lm 6 years ago

      Sounds so familiar- much love to you Cat.

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      SacredCynWear 6 years ago

      writing is a great form of release isn't it? Especially when you are going through bad times. I love to write because you can always go back and read your feelings, and understand how you felt even for a split second. These poems seem so personal, and I thank you for sharing them with us!

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      spunkyduckling 6 years ago

      Short and sweet lens. I love writing poetry too. You can view my poetry one of mine here Poetry Prayer for New Born it's nothing grand of course.

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      JewelRiver 6 years ago

      This is awesome. That is so brave of you to share your poetry on line. You should keep it up you are a real talent

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      Carol Fisher 8 years ago from Warminster, Wiltshire, UK

      I've had spells of depression since I was in my early 20s so your poems rang bells with me.