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The Dark
The dark is bad
the dark is pain
happiness is gone
the light was slain
I tried to scream
I tried to shout
the problem is nothing came out
restless nights and tired days
I go through it all in a haze
will I ever remember what it's like to live
It seems like all I do is give.
The dark is bad
the dark is pain
happiness is gone
the light was slain
I tried to scream
I tried to shout
the problem is nothing came out
restless nights and tired days
I go through it all in a haze
will I ever remember what it's like to live
It seems like all I do is give.
Literature
And the stars close their eyes
The air here is thick and heavy and I feel drunk but I am not. I am tired and lonely and drowning in the dark of another day I cannot force myself to handle. There are hands at my throat and, I swear, the promises I swallowed are making deals with the devil and drilling through my esophagus, escaping my body like the smoke in my lungs.
The sun sets, and somehow, I forget what I'm trying so hard for, anyway.
My bed does not like me anymore, and scoffs at my attempts to sleep, rejecting me in the early hours when the clock sighs 2:14 and the house greets me with familiar creaks. And the fading woman with shaking hands whispers lullabies throu
Literature
Night Falls
Night falls,
caught by no one.
Spreads her legs,
she begs
for lovers
in the darkness.
She beckons chaos in.
Anything,
to feel something...
The stars hiding in her eyes
fall one by one,
as she cries,
but she is warm
for her morning rise.
Night falls,
caught by no one.
She softly cries,
"I am warm…
but was it worth the moon?”
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didn't i ever tell you
ballerina shoes seethe with dust and i
am lying in the corner on a
spider-web
you spun for me with your dreams
but didn't i tell you,
didn't i ever tell you dreams are lies
and hope is just a fairy tale
it's as dead as happily-ever-after
piano keys dig into the soles of your
feet but you walk on them because
maybe, maybe, the notes will
leak through your dry, hard skin and
give you the music back
but didn't i tell you,
didn't i ever tell you music is a lonely
sound, locked up in a soul-cage
music is trapped by the bones of my heart
guitar strings hang from the ceiling
and snap themselves into your stringy
dark hair, wrenchi
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Hmm... I like the rather rushed tone of hte poem, it's a fast read which gives it a sense of panic and desperation. You have a good rhyme scheme going, but remember sometimes things don't have to rhyme. You should make sure you choose the language that best describes your feelings verses what sounds the same. You have good form with your repetative beginnings like, "the dark" and "I tried" you have something going here. Perhaps you should continue it a little further. Expand it. The only typo is the "like" in the last line. Other than that I thin you really have some potential with this piece. I look forward to seeing it evolve.
As a reader I can relate to this and the emotions expressed. It hits home for me.
As a reader I can relate to this and the emotions expressed. It hits home for me.