Deep And Dark Poems Novels & Stories

Forgive everyone, and hopefully, when you remember everything, you will be able to forgive my husband, your father, Ronaldo. Sheena.. Good name for a beautiful lady like you. In comparison to life, you resemble a wild flower. Let's call it 'Life in Darkness.' Life is full of loss, pain, hatred, and rage. Life is full of darkness, and we have no idea where the light is. The light of hope. But I'm confident that a ray of hope will shine into your life. The path to the real world. Child, I apologize for leaving you and Cristina alone. It hurts, but it must be accepted.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness. He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll. I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!

The Deep Web was a landscape of "Narrative Poverty." As Silas and Lyra stood on the shore of the liquid-mercury sea, they felt the "System" attempting to "Down-sample" their existence. The gold-and-sapphire light of Silas’s skin and the violet starlight of Lyra’s wings were being compressed, their vibrant colors turning into a grainy, low-fidelity grey. To the Merchant-Beast, they were no longer "Sovereigns"; they were "Excess Assets" to be liquidated.

“Because I follow light. Because I prove darkness is necessary. Because I demonstrate that nothing is valuable.” “I am Void,” said the Fourth Dark. “Because I am emptiness. Because I am absent. Because I am what existence fears and what existence becomes.” “I am Silence,” said the Fifth Dark. “Because I am the absence of sound. Because I am what noise drowns. Because I am what peace truly is.” “I am Cold,” said the Sixth Dark. “Because I am the absence of warmth. Because I am what heat flees. Because I am what nothing truly feels like.”

She had let herself tumble into something dark, deadly, and intoxicating. She had let herself be his.

“Oh… you want me to explain in detail…” I didn’t know what to say. What if I end up saying rubbish? “Ma’am…” he called again. “Alright… what I am trying to say is” “What the poem means is…” A voice came from behind. “This poem is about inner conflict. ‘I spoke to the dark’ means the person is facing their own thoughts, fears, or hidden emotions. ‘It answered with me’ shows that the voice they hear isn’t external, it’s coming from inside them. The last line suggests that not all thoughts deserve expression, because some can be destructive, negative, or dangerous.

The cover is worn and the leather is pealing off. I open it. Each page is all crinkled as if it's been used a lot. I look through the book. Poems? Each poem is so meaningful. Did she write this? INNER DEMONS: It's like a shadow in an eternal night It does not let you free it does not let you live in the light It takes you deeper into an endless tunnel It ensnares you with chains It pumps it's venom into your vains The darkness does not let it's prey go easily

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