I Write On The Dark Side Of Poetry

Personal Stories, Advice, and Support 51 People

    *****Warning****** Please note,

    this is a story of fiction. By no means related to myself. It focuses on High School victims of abuse. Bullying, self-harm, promiscuity, excessive behaviour. Some may be disturbed on my explicit content to which I write. If you, or someone you know is being bullied, please don...
    Trainedheart Trainedheart
    31-35, F
    2 Responses Mar 16, 2016

    Can you hear

    it? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you hear it? The rotten scrape? The nails, talons... upon the chalkboard? The blade against the wall? The desire for release? Do you hear it? The chuckle? The popping of...
    mindw4rp mindw4rp
    31-35, M
    Mar 15, 2016

    Drop by drop goes the rain.

    Drop by drop mud creates a stain on her beautiful dress. Her chest raises more when I press that special place. And I'm a mess when I see the expresion on her beatiful face. I swore to all of my familly that was a last time They wouldn't tell and said that they would make me...
    TightnShady TightnShady
    18-21, M
    Mar 16, 2016

    I Write The Sad Thoughts

    i always wondered why when i`m happy i can`t be creative WHY is that,,,,??? i dont have enought vocabularies for happy events,,how crazy the human mind could be???
    nameless88 nameless88
    18-21, F
    1 Response Aug 24, 2010

    Piece by

    piece Hear listen See Remember Grow Learn Sense Thought Piece by piece Second by second Day by day Year by year Cataclysm stop Blank begin Eventually flow returns Uneven Unnerving Out of place Sunshine Glistening on the seductive waters Flowing past the discarded...
    pre125 pre125
    31-35, M
    Mar 17, 2016

    **Warning: Disturbing explicit content may be

    disturbing, however, it is purely poetry, my poetry. And work of Fiction** A blood so red like tar --------//-------//------ The beautiful girls walking in the halls. The popular ones, hair flying in slow motion like a ******* Maybelline add. You know the ones? Well, good...
    Trainedheart Trainedheart
    31-35, F
    Mar 20, 2016

    The sun lowers, cowers behind the clouds of

    night. Darkness approaches but twilight that owns the night. She doesn't like to sleep. Insomniac she'd rather be. Addicted to the high to stay awake. She is unafraid of the dark. Reality is her hell. Addicted to a high to numb her fear. She needs to not sleep. She needs...
    Trainedheart Trainedheart
    31-35, F
    Mar 18, 2016

    Enticed Erotica; Owned Come to me,

    wear what I bought for you. It's been a while hasn't it petal. Her essence infused in his veins and it was intoxicating. The need to fulfil his desire was rising slowly, like a creature watching his prey, as he slowly circled her, not touching her just yet. Her eyes watching him...
    Trainedheart Trainedheart
    31-35, F
    Mar 15, 2016
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