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FeaturedFACING THE DARK CORNER – New collection of dark poetry
NEW Poetry Collection – FACING THE DARK CORNER
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FeaturedREALITY CHECK – New Collection of Dark Poetry
How can you tell what’s real in reality?
I don’t know. But I can struggle to find out.
Poetry seems like a good place to start. -
kid at the back of the class
he’s the one sitting
in the back of the classwondering what it
would be like to
have the power to cause
someone to instantly
burst into flamesit makes him happy
for a whileIt’s a way to channel the
inner ragemeanwhile his
grades are suffering
and the situation at home
isn’t betterbut he’s past the point of
caring about any
of thoseThe meaning of life is to
exist as little
as possible in what the others
call reality
and get lost as much as
possible in one’s selfHe’s good at it
so
for all we know
he’s living the life
of his dreamsProbably gonna start writing
in a few yearsHis kind usually does
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looking for reasons to doubt the voice
and this time
too
it comes out of nowherethe voice says, “Now wait
a heartbeat.
What is this? Don’t you
think you’re a bit
too happy now?
The hell you think you’re
doing!?
Trying to leave your
nature behind? Become a new
man?
Haha! Alright then. Good luck.
I mean, we both know it
won’t work
just like it didn’t work on your
previous attempts either.”I get out of bed
look around
Not for
the voice, of courseOnly for
reasons to doubt it
for just one more dayOne day at a time
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online gambling
it’s a trend that
never seems to want
to dieand just like most trends
I hate itdon’t wanna be
part of itand once more
I feel alonenothing new
hereI’m not really bothered to
see that everyone and
their grandma
gambles on their smartphone,
I just wish they wouldn’t be
so damn serious
about itlike it’s a life or
death gameI could go on babbling
about the dangers
of technology and social media
and all that shit
but nah, I’m not trying to
sound more pretentious than
I already amShort and to the
point
I fucking hate casinosespecially now that they’re viral
in the online worldNow gambling is superior to
gamingIt’s cool to be a gambler
to earn big cash
an’ all thatthe gamblers are the new
influencers
the super starsIt’s the new East European
dreamTo make it big at the slots
or the roulette
or blackjack
or whateverImagine walking down the
street
and you hear a bunch of
young adults
screaming at their phone screens
“Fuck that cherry! Had it
been a fuckin seven
I would’ve been a millionaire now.
Fuck!”Ten or fifteen years
ago
it would not have been normalnow it
isTomorrow
we’ll see what else comes upBut until then
I’ll count myself
among the haters
and say it againFuck online gambling!
P.S
I work in the industry. -
he has to be stopped
the authorities keep
following him
around townsearching for him
They’ve been playing this
game for a time longer
than they care to rememberThus
another urban legend
was bornThe beggar poet
Not much difference between
a beggar and a poet
anyhowbut this one
angered the blue uniforms
of the town
by leaving his poems
behindcarved in the wood of
park benches
and brick walls
and in the hearts of
the week
the needy and the
indignantHe has to
be stopped -
to hide from one’s thoughts
he comes to the park
at night
to try to stop
thinkingIt sometimes works
It just hasn’t worked
ever since
he kept finding her
thereby the basketball field
in the dimmest
lightmanaging only the lamest
throw of a ball
to ever be witnessedWhat’s wrong with
her?And then she’d walk up to
were the ball
landed and pick it up
and walk back a few steps
and throw againNot even close
This was no longer
a good place to
hide from
one’s thoughtsNot after realizing she
was one of them -
hunting for entertainment
well,
shitthe weekend is
hereand along with it
all the voices“What are we gonna do?”
“Where are we gonna go?”
“Who’s gonna be
there?”
“Who else is coming?”
“How many of us?”
It’s crazy
and the clubs and the bars
and the restaurants and
all the venues fill up
with
souls hunting for
entertainmentNot doing anything
entertaining on the
weekend is associated with
failureto fail to find entertainment on
a weekend is
to be a failurea weekend with nothing
to post on social media
is one hard blow to one’s
social status
nobody wants to bein those shoes
so they keep hunting for
entertainmentMeanwhile…
Well, haha, how beautiful
it would’ve been to
be able to say that I am my own
form of entertainment
and that I go into the silence
and meditate and find
the entertainment within myself while
all others seek it outsidebut
c’mon
no one can afford being
that pretentiousnot even a poet
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when going into the silence
work day’s
overit is 9 PM
Time to just go home
and allow the
silence to take overNo, I shall not
hit the town
as they call itI don’t care
I have nowhere to go
but a dark room
imbued with solitude
to sink intothese days
even the booze is
optionalSolitude
and
Silence
are all that’s neededI won’t bother
explain or justify myself
butthe most exciting part of
life is lived
when going into the
silence -
not ready to join the stars just yet
the girl with burnt face and
faded eyes
would call out to himShe would call out to him in those nights
of wandering alone around the
town
as a way to combat insomniaShe was barefoot
and wore but a simple nightgown
and if he got close enough
she would reach for his handcaress it a few times
while staring him in the eyes
with her eyes that looked like painted
marblesThen she would give a nod
and ask him to followAll the way up that unfinished building
all the way up to the ninth floor
all the way to the margin
all the way to the cornerTo watch the stars
But her eyes weren’t looking towards the sky
They were looking down at the lights
belowAnd every night she would jump down
to join the stars
and he wouldn’t followHe wasn’t yet ready to join
the starsBut maybe someday soon
Maybe
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favorite part of being alive
and finally
at about
6:33 PM
the voices
went silentNo,
I’m not trying to be
pretentious by
saying that I hear
voicesI mean
the real voices of
everyone that works
in the office
with methey finally left
and left me alone
with my thoughtsIt’s a good time to sit
back in the chair
and just allow the waves of
thought to carry me
where they willmy favorite part
of being alive -
must tend to the balance
it’s like an old school
children’s storyand I don’t know whether he’s
the main character or just
one of thembut I see him going
to middle school
in ragged clothes, carrying an
ancient backpack on his
frail shouldersAs if especially to look more
like a fragment ripped
from a folk tale
he carries
bread crumbs in his pockets
and takes a fistful
and tosses it to the pigeons
as he passes by the parkpauses
stares at the birds
for a minute or twoand the birds stare back
and he resumes his
unhurried pace,
this time with the faintest of
smiles on his face“His mother died four years
ago,” the muse tells me. “Another drunk
driving incident
not different from the
rest.
She just came home from
work and crossed the
street when one of
God’s drunkest drivers hit
her and didn’t even stop to
check.
Now the boy spends his
days in
grief. He’ll never know that
the same driver who
murdered his mother is
the man who participated in
giving him life
and raised him. It’s… a weird
story.”“Damn,” I say. “Must you always be
so needlessly dark?”“I forgot to add that
he’s getting bullied every day
in school and
thinks of leaving this world
entirely
even more than his
father does. Unlike the old
man, he hadn’t yet
discovered alcohol
so that kinda explains a lot.”“Eh, I don’t know,” I say. “I’m not
in the mood
for another tragedy.
Don’t we have enough depressing
stories?”“There’s never enough
depressing stories, silly.”“I know, but… I mean, I’m not saying
to quit them altogether.
Just take a break and, you know,
write something else for
a change.”“Disgusting,” she says. “I don’t appreciate
the taste of other stories.
You wanna write about
sunshine and rainbows like
all the others?”“I must tend to the
balance.”“The what?”
“You know what I mean…
I can’t let the
madness weigh too much. Gotta
add a bit of mass
to the other side as well.”“Pff, look, if you’re gonna be
soft with me, I’m leaving.”She left
For now
And I stopped by the park
benches
and sat on one
and the pigeons
surrounded me with eyes
full of wantand I had no breadcrumbs
or anything to
give themso I just watched them
and perhaps my eyes
featured even more
want than theirsbecause eventually
they turned
around and leftIt’s good to be completely
alone for
once in the while
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Happiness comes two ways , my father taught me, BY faith, and Hard Work, enjoyed your writings.
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I believe there may be a few philosophers left. Their voices may have been drowned in the multiple seas of social media but I think poets are somewhat philosophers, They dream and think outside the box. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
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Hope things are cool and hot DR., I’m a bit curious, I was looking over your work, and wonder if you do any strip writing ? I ‘m working on a book that will be a finish play. I don’t want it to get to much graphic dialog but need the iron words to push these concepts. Any suggestions. Like instead of B, or F, MF, I thought Bush Wet, Funk n Fish, Mold Food, well if you get a minute, Thanks.
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Hey hello, so nice meeting you! I saw you liked my post on trees, thank you so much!
Lovely poetry by the way!
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When I initially commented I clicked the “Notify me when new comments are added” checkbox and now each time a comment is added I get several e-mails with the same comment. Is there any way you can remove me from that service? Appreciate it!
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I am a little confused about your logic?
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Sure.. as an idea-unfortunately doomed to fail in practice, never mind eh?
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hi this is a awesome website that you have thanks for sharing it with the world.
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hi this is a great site that you have thanks for sharing it with the human race.
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hi this is a awesome site that you have thanks for sharing it with the world.
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found you thank god
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you think he’d buy me mozzarella sticks
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you think so image
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Brantley
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Bellissimo lavoro,bravo continua cosi!!
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Very interesting site. Visually, on all fronts. Nice. “They” just posted a thing saying we aren’t real–just players in some virtual reality game. I have always done a lot of daydreaming and writing, but not much poetry. Looking forward to reading your work. Might get me back at mine…
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God, I LOVE “Fasting for Muses.”
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Thanks!
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Hello Bogdan,
You liked one of my Umbriate posts so I thought I’d drop in. Intriguing writing. Reading through your poetry I find…well, not sure how to put it–it resonates is the best thing that comes to mind. Glad I dropped by and will be returning. Thank you.
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Thank you very much for stopping by, Eric!
I’ll check some more of your stuff as well.
Subscribed 🙂
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