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Death & Life

Death & Life

I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai. "A death God is nearing, we should introduce ourselves," I mumbled softly and prepared to stand. My eyes began to glow at the numerous Kasa-obake (ghosts) that were coming out of the forest. My mother perked up instantly and watched each spirit with a curious gaze. The Death God followed, its red eyes darted around the area. The dark creature had brought its mate with him and the pair approached Rai and I in deep black wispy tendrils. I told Rai to change into Grim as I changed into my black Death mist. I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me
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Death and the Madness That Follows

Death and the Madness That Follows

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.
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The Death of Me

The Death of Me

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.
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Nightmare Land

Nightmare Land

I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whispe
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Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas

Forbidden by the Triplet Alphas

Old wolves wept, their tears falling on the stone floor, their weathered faces lifted toward the light. "But the war is not over," I said, and the cheering stopped. The silence was immediate, heavy, expectant. Every eye was on me. "The king is dead. The shadow is gone. The darkness is silent. But it is only sleeping. It has slept before. It has always woken. One day, it will wake again. That is the nature of darkness. It does not die. It only waits. It only watches. It only hungers." The pack was silent. The flames crackled. I saw fear in some eyes, defiance in others, hope in a few. A young pup in the back of the hall began to cry, and its mother hushed it, rocking it gently.
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His 2 Story

His 2 Story

The red soil was flowing like water of the gestures of cries, folk of crow waiting for its turn to hunt, yet no help, helpless and hopeless faces, the laughs of hunters, they hunted the soul and let the carcasses turn into what it was made up of. The fire was rapidly eating one by one, one after one houses of poors. The dark was coming as the light was going dim eventually. Roars of the monsters giving goosebumps to the dead, the cart of sorrows was taking an unusual load of worthless hollow corpses, out of time, out of chances, out of what's unreachable, out of words, out of ways, out of land, out of sky, out of day, out of night, out of life into the death.
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A. Anonymous

A. Anonymous

Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me. I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak. Lifeless Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the da
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A Life Without Gratitude

A Life Without Gratitude

I died unloved. I lived unloved. And in the end, they divided my belongings before my body was cold. It was all for nothing. The darkness swallows me. And I let it. Because dying is easier than accepting the truth: I wasted my entire life. And I can never get it back. --- Cold. Dark. Nothing. I float in void. No body. No pain. No thoughts beyond the terrible clarity that this is death. This is what comes after. Nothing. Just... nothing.
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WOLVIRE

WOLVIRE

Like a flower that loses its beauty; so is the present that is happening to the whole country. Darkness forces beauty to mourn, darkening the happy atmosphere without being prevented. Gloom, that's all that's left. An eclipse comes between freezing snows. However, it actually lasted longer in retaliation for the delay. They said the darkness was created by a child. Dark and terrible poems about it began to surface. The girl fell like drops of rain from above the horror. She stood like a haughty tower in the distance. She limped in a gray cloud, like dawn breathing death.
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SATOU, D.
The story was very detailed. It was good. I like how the author made it. It was like a professional estimated novel. Good for the readers who can understand better. Notw: I skipped the news and more. I scanned it. 10 for the scene. 8 for the dialogue. Over all almost 10.
Lyra Venom
The storyline is quite interesting, although we don't that need the news part so much. The dialogue and the scene is balanced, so far. I mean, it's like 50/50 if I may say. Overall, good. Can't wait for another chapter and cliffhanger 🙈
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Alpha Ezra’s Little Witch

Alpha Ezra’s Little Witch

Were they afraid I might fall to my death, or were they hoping for it? I was certain it was the latter. I spread my arms wide and with my eyes turning red, I opened my mouth, allowing the winds to carry my words to them down below Let it rain, hail and brimstone, My dead bones has risen, I’ve returned, the unforgiven dead. By ash and bone, by blood and blight, I call the darkness to take its bite. Let sickness rot their flesh and breath, Let every dawn bring closer death. Let fever scorch their brittle veins,
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Frequently Asked Questions

Exploring the realm of dark poetry opens up a fascinating landscape where emotions run deep and the shadows of the human experience come alive. I'm drawn to a few timeless pieces that truly capture the essence of darkness and despair, and I can't wait to share them with you!

One of the most haunting poems I've read is 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe. It's a classic that never fails to send shivers down my spine. The way Poe personifies grief through the relentless raven knocking on the chamber door is both eerie and mesmerizing. The refrain ‘Nevermore’ echoes in my mind long after I finish reading, symbolizing the painful inevitability of loss. I love how it encapsulates that feeling of being trapped in one's own sorrow. If you get the chance to dive into it, I recommend reading it aloud. Poe's rhythm is like a dark lullaby that lingers.

Moving on, another gem is 'Mad Song' by William Blake. In this piece, Blake intertwines madness and despair with an almost musical quality that draws you in, leaving you wrestling with intense imagery and profound emotion. The contrast between the joyous tones and the dark subjects creates a chilling sense of duality, making it a captivating read. It really showcases how Blake captures the tumultuous nature of the human psyche, which resonates with anyone who's felt lost in their own thoughts. It feels relatable in a way that makes one think, ‘Wow, I’ve had those feelings too.’

Then there's 'Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night' by Dylan Thomas. It might not scream 'dark' at first glance, but the struggle against death in this villanelle is incredibly powerful. The repetition of ‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light’ is a cry to fight against the unwelcome embrace of death, which strikes a chord with me every time. It’s raw, passionate, and reveals that fear of losing loved ones, which we all can connect with on some level. Thomas’s use of structured form combined with emotional weight makes it a monumental piece that resonates with the anger and sorrow of mortality.

For a more contemporary touch, 'Funeral Blues' by W.H. Auden is a must-read. This poem beautifully encapsulates the heaviness of grief — the longing, the memories, and that sense of emptiness when someone dear is gone. I can’t help but feel the profound sadness radiating from lines like ‘Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.’ The imagery is so vivid, and I find myself reflecting on how intensely personal loss can be, making the poem feel like an intimate conversation with the reader. Dark poetry, in all its forms, reveals the raw side of our emotions, and I love how it gives us a space to explore these deeper feelings without fear.

In summary, these pieces have profoundly affected me, each showcasing the power of language to convey the grim realities of life and death. They remind me that there’s a beauty even in darkness and that sharing these feelings bridges connections with others. I always find myself eager to re-immerse in their haunting verses whenever I crave a dive into the depths of human emotion!

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