| Dark Poetry |
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| A Stage Below the Moon By A.J. Huffman You have tied me to this bed made of glass. Cold and transparent. I am [waiting for] the first stone. (What are you?) To be thrown through the night, is a flight I do not fantasy. I prefer the jagged jarring of shatter. As [metaphor ically] my wrists are already splayed. |
| A Vision In Sight By A.J. Huffman Three ocular orbs hover above my head: a haunting halo. I am not asleep. They are not unreal. I hold my breath as dripping veins join like hands. A horrid dance reduces me to a mental child. Ring around the rosies . . . Are they singing or is that my imagination? Pocket full of posies . . . They don’t have faces, let alone lips. Ashes, ashes . . . I pray to make them go away and rip the blanket over me. We all fall . . . DAAAAAAAAAAAMNED!!!!! |
| Sweet Life By Ed Pessalano This beautiful knife, can take my life If I cut too deep, would my blood seep? This blood, so red, I could drown in, It's oh so easy, to break skin. Don't pity me, can't you see? I only cut myself, to live, to breathe, and to be free. |
| Poetry by Ed Pessalano, A.J. Huffman and Sierra Grice |
| I Will Not Stop By Ed Pessalano Forgive me, For I know what I do. Forgive me, For I need do what I do. Forgive me, For will not stop what I do. Your horrified look, does it resemble your meals? Your paralyzed fear, does it stir remorse? Your paled face, does it bring guilt? Of course not. For I know what I do. For I need do what I do. For will not stop what I do. What is it that shocks you so? What is it that makes you call me monster? I'm a creature satisfying its needs. Is it because I drink the blood and waste the rest? Is it because I cringe at the light? Is it because I look like you, my prey? I know what I do. I need do what I do. I will not stop what I do. |
| Vampire Romance By Sierra Grice Just a dance only a dance his lips relay to yours you fool! so dense! not even to *sense* his dance is a gesture a stance Just a dance only one dance then you’re pulled right in his glance, a trap! a swirl wheel hypnotic in its trance So soon his hand stretched down your back is pulling your hips right in your neck thrown back breast pressed to chest he seduces your river blue veins So hot! So hot! white sheets saturate and all that is left stained red Just a dance only one dance believe me it is not true what started that dance -vampire romance- can be quickly inflicted upon you |
For poetry by Ed
Pessalano, A.J.
Huffman and Sierra
Grice, click here
For poetry by
Katherine Givens and
Ashley Dioses, click
here
For poetry by
Stephanie Smith, click
here
Pessalano, A.J.
Huffman and Sierra
Grice, click here
For poetry by
Katherine Givens and
Ashley Dioses, click
here
For poetry by
Stephanie Smith, click
here
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