Here you will find poems and short stories I've written since 1982. I will start in no particular order of date written, but whatever comes to mind first.


RUNNING

I am running naked through this barren land,
with only my sanity and a gun in my hand.
Followed by a society so caught up in themselves,
it's hard to guess what they'll do next.
My crime is not unreasonable to me...
I just shot a bigot praying to a cross by the sea.
The closer they get, the more I feel disgust.
The transparency of their thoughts
makes me do what I must.
Is there no end to their lunacy?
This society makes no sense to me.
As I run naked through this barren land,
I think of them and the gun in my hand.



[MY GODDESS GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR GOD]

That was really goo. I can't wait untill thee is more. By the way welcome to the form. I love it here So I am sure you will too.
Rose

nice poem with great wording, welcome to the forum, hope u enjoy it here

Gareque

Thank you both very much! I'm trying to figure out if I'm doing this posting thing right...



CASUALTY

Chaotic threads of thought rip through my mind,
boiling and seething with madness.
The sharp bit of pain ebbs and flows
as my life's blood drains in darkness.
A downtown street or a vast, inhospitable wasteland....
this is no place to die.
I don't know how I got here
and barely remember why.
Unforgiving, endless heat has rendered me helpless,
as sounds and flashes assault my senses.
Please... .don't let me go out like this.

ESBAT

Darkness wells within my head as I start to dream.
Visions and shapes dance and twist in ecstacy it seems.
Flying through the air on sticks with straw,
I can hardly believe what I saw.
A great shape rose up through the flames and ash,
such power that my sisters and brothers and I
started to writhe and gnash.
Oh such darkness! Sweet, deep desires carried us away!
That dark power would not lead me astray.
I arose with the sun and It I did shun.
At that moment, I knew that it had been no dream.
Now I know what I am to be.


MY GODDESS GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR GOD

LOST

I am losing my life, my wife and my son.
How could I have gone so wrong?
Such pain tears at my heart, with no hope for a new start.
Regret for the things I've done or not done,
haunt my mind...my very soul.
I cannnot have peace, such a simple gifI will never know.
Where will I go from here?
This god-forsaken place is my prison.
So far from my home, and yet, so near.
My fitfull sleep knows no dreams...
only memories of death and distant screams.

DEATH OF A FAMILY

No feelings in one,
too much in the other.
Not yet apparent in the Son,
abundant in the Mother.
Swirling thoughts for Father...
cold as a reptile.
They don't understand each other,
no hope to reconcile.
Suffers the Son the hear the shouts
of loathing and hate.
What does he think? For Mother and Father...too late.
"Not fair for the little one" says Father and Mother,
but do they change for Son? No.
Too much seething to bother.
"Where is the caring, sex and understanding?" says Mother.
"There you go again." says Father.
An end is near, but for Whom?
Mother and Father...Son?
Please...not for the little one.

MY GODDESS GAVE BIRTH TO YOUR GOD

THE WANDERER

The stars shine like diamonds in this place.
Night surrounds and the light of the Moon caresses my face.
I stand and wonder where I am going, and think of where I've been.
Seems ages since I've seen home,
and I cannot remember how I got here...nor when.
Time has no meaning; no feeling of countless hours passing by.
The serenity of this place is shattered by howling winds lifting stinging sand and blinding dust into the sky.
The assault on my emaciated form increases as I
turn into the barrage, and struggle to keep my stance.
The din subsides as quickly as it began,
and I'm left with the opportunity to once again advance.

THE MADNESS WITHIN

Scratching at the door of insanity,
trying to control chaotic emotions.
People and things driving to the edge,
soon to topple over into happy land.
It is that place that I long to reside in,
and forget the excruciating weight
of reality and being.
Alas, responsibility holds me in check,
teetering on that fine line.
How long before I finally surrender to this torture?
Black-outs, spaced out, totally confused,
I cannot hold on to this existence for much longer.

RAGE

As I sit and think,
I hear voices that fill me with hate.
Such fury at those who judge and berate.
Frustration and anger meld into one,
adrenaline pumps as if shot from a gun.
Such feelings are chaos;
they pursue my soul with a wanton lust.
Blinding thoughts slash through my head,
sending me to a place so dark;
there's nothing but the feeling of dread.

Again your work is good, please keep it up
Rose

love your poems ...welcome to dark whispers ..

ur poems are sooooo good i look forward to reading more ! ,

x-lil-dark-angel-bitch-x

Thank you all very much! I've always wondered what people would think of my writing.

HELLO JUANITA....WELCOME TO MY WORLD

BEGINNING

Softly spoken words,
desires of the heart.
The quickening pulse
plays it's part.
Promising whispers,
a caressing touch,
Bodies twisting like vipers,
wanting and needing too much.
Flesh to flesh, soul to soul,
binding them together
makes them whole.

Screaming at the world,
venting my frustration.
Don't wanna fight anymore,
gotta find an open door.
Wonder where I'm gonna go,
but only Hell's fires know.
Screaming at the world,
trying to find a way out,
I just don't know.
All I wanna do is shout.
Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!

IN THE DARKNESS

In the darkness there lies a stillness
that smothers and chokes dreams and visions.
The fear of the dark surges within the brain,
nightmares beckon terror and pain.
To dwell in the night, to stalk and kill,
is my ecstacy and most assuredly my will.

DYING

My body does not obey my brain,
as razor-sharp knives slice my flesh in pain.
I writhe and convulse from my ever-quickening pulse.
What brought on this terror I cannot comprehend.
Lying in my own blood and bits of flesh,
I see visions of my life coming to an end.

GRANDMA

Full of life and so much caring,
she lived her life to the fullest.
Happy, sad, stern and thoughtful,
she was the greatest friend to me.
Through sickness and health;
such a smile on her face,
nothing could bring her down.
So brave she was; though dying.
To the end her smile was so radiant..
so full of love for those around her.
I love her and I always will.
I will never forget her smile,
as she gave up her life for a
much better one indeed.
I love you Grandma...I love you.

Lou Gherig's Disease....pray it never enters your life.

HOPE, HAPPINESS AND SADNESS

I was taken by surprise whe she said "Hi",
and introduced herself.
I could only stare at her eyes.
We chatted about this and that,
and I felt as if I'd known her for years;
when it was only minutes, in fact.
Then, as quietly as she said "Hi",
she said "Bye". "See you later" I said,
and watched her walk away.
I thought I would see her again,
many more times I was sure;
but not again, now or then.
There was a strange feeling of confusion then,
followed by a mixture of happiness and sadness.
It was the very first time a woman had approached ME,
and in two and a half months,
I would be leaving for Germany.
Ironic...isn't it?

it seems so you have gotten the posting down correctly. your work is incredible. from 1982.. no wonder it is so well. years and years of experience. i myself have only had months.i hope someday in the future when my work is better i could get something published. im sure you have many of things published yourself.

This I have written tonight, after receiving news of my son from my ex...

Haunting, taunting and such contempt,
she comes to me in dreams.
Escape is hopeless; no hope to repent.
Hour by hour, day by day,
my life is forfeit; how did I stray?
I've paid with my soul a thousand times over;
a neverending bargain.
Please release me from this torture
and let me live again.
My suffering is the least of my worries,
for it is not for myself that I mourn.
Only for the blood of my blood
who is with her and alone.

LOST

Strung out,
beat down.
Stretched so thin..
stumbling downtown.
Searching for a quiet place
to forget my worries and woes.
Where I'll wind up...no one knows.
I ask for forgiveness...but from whom?
Ignorant, I wander darkened streets,
and just pray I make it back to my room.

I love your poems....simply beautiful....

Lesa...

LIMBO

Such is my life these days.
searching and wondering why everything is so strange.
No home, no purpose...
wandering with no remorse.
I'll have a beer or two,
and several hours later,
I feel my head full of the brew.
As I stumble back to my room,
I feel the melancholy,
and the desire to brood.
What will transpire tomorrow?
Only that I will still be in limbo.

The Prisoner

I am awake...am I not?
This must be a dream.
Trying to wipe away the memories,
it's all but hopeless in this
place of stench and rot.
Darkness consumes and commands...
no sound or light.
Visions abound or so it seems,
but the absence of sound
tears at my soul...my senses take flight.
Time is nothing here,
and I seek to escape.
Alas, my heart falters..seeming to fail.
My only comfort is that Death is near.

DUTY...NEVERENDING

I am gone again...
off to a far away land.
It's hard to remember where
it started and where it began.
Many perils, too much death...
last time I ws there, I was fighting
to my last breath.
So much confusion and hate.
No hope, only senses full of pain,
and no chance to reintegrate.
Limbo is all I know, and forgiveness
is all but hopless.
Will I return to the comfort of home?
No one knows...only time will tell.
Or shall I forever continue to roam?

Very good work! xxx

Thank you fade-away!

Walk away
No!
Instead you should run
Maybe from me
Maybe to something more important
Join the other restless souls
In the fray
In the heat
In the battles
You will …
Fade from my memory
Fade from my mind
Fade not from my heart
Just keep walking away


This is a response to DUTY ... NEVERENDING
from a friend.

gi_babe....your poem touched me...deeply.

Thank you my friend

LOST

Where do I belong?
I've fought and struggled on and on.
This life I cling to...for what and why?
Is there something I await?...
Some new or old thing to try?
I had a life, but now it seems
so far away.
I search for something or someone..
but all I encounter goes away.
One day I may find my place...
somewhere to call my own.
I only hope I don't stumble,
and fall flat on my face.

hey i <33 all of your stuff. especially the 1st and the 3rd. i look forward to seein more?

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ON A MOONLIT NIGHT
Swirling and twisting out of control,
the fire rises higher as we sway to and fro.
Feel the heat, feel the power,
feel the need...the witching hour.
Darkness surrounds, the flames keeps it at bay.
We dance and cavort....chanting, we follow her Way.
"Dear Lady, Goddess of Life and Light...
we beg you, take us into your arms...such is our delight!"
Passions aroused, our senses heightened,
She is with us and we are enlightened.
Soon we will retire to the night,
and our souls will be filled with delight.

AN AMERICAN SOLDIER

We live, we die,
we fight, we cry.
Loyaly, duty, honor and respect,
these qualities we possess...
we have no regrets.
We win or we lose,
this is the life we choose.
We defend this great nation
with no thought to our own.
We accept what comes...
with our hearts, our minds,
our flesh and bone.
We are Soldiers, Sailors,
Airmen and Marines.
We all train and fight
for all your hopes and dreams.
So forget us not,
and know that we are here,
for you and yours..year after year.
Forever

I WAS THINKING...

As I sit here and write these lines,
I am drinking a beer and smoking a cigatette.
My mind begins to wander,
and I ask myself, "Where is the regret?"
Desperately I search for an answer,
but nothing seems to matter.
I've lost my sons, my life, my purpose.
My tortured soul can know know no peace...
and so there is only the feeling of hopelessness.

HOMECOMING

Can you hear me...feel me?
You can't see me,
Open your eyes.
I am here, no surprise.
I had to go, this you know.
You gave blame,
such contempt.
So much so...I wept.
Now clearly I see,
you don't want or need me.
I see nothing is new...
it's been all about you.

THE EMPTINESS INSIDE

The void beckons,
empty and hollow.
This is no life to live,
no path to follow.
Lost and alone,
this is my stage.
Wandering lost,
this body is a cage.
Yearning to escape,
this reality aches.
Darkess consumes,
such is my fate.
To feel and be felt,
is all I ask.
Yet this visage,
is all but a mask.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

I sincerely hope you all have a very Happy New Year and next year brings you all happiness and good health.

Blessed Be

NO PURPOSE


This life sucks,
this life...everything is amiss.
Where will I go, what will I do?
No purpose, no life.
I am forsaken...
my options are few.
I wander alone
in search of some hope.
I've lost everything...
my existence is a joke.

Good please keep writing

ASK ME

Ask me where I've been...
anytime, any place or when.
Sorrowful eyes have seen such sights...
strange and wonderous,
and those that gave fright.
Darkness so dark...so still.
Only the dull beating of my heart
I hear and feel.
Always alone my sanity comes and goes.
No great loss though...
no time for worries or woes.
I've wandered from place to place,
searching for something I cannot find.
For eternity it seems I'm searching,
for something that eludes my mind.
Ask me where I've been...
anytime, place or when.

WITNESS

Short of breath,
running hard.
To falter is surely death.
They found me;
I don't know how.
Escape is a must,
some way, somehow.
I know what they did...
what they are.
I've fought them before.
I still have the scar.
They've pursued me for years,
they have no remorse.
Shall I show no fear..
face them again?
There is no other recourse.

THE EMPTINESS INSIDE
EATS AT MY SOUL.
NO PLACE TO BELONG,
DEEPER I DIG THIS HOLE.
DARKNESS TAKES ME
SO OFTEN THESE DAYS.
IT SEEMS I'M DROWNING,
SIGHT TAKEN FROM MY EYES.

wow ... you are an incredible writer .... you have sooo many great poems on here ... love to see some more :banana00:

sam xx

Thank you. I'll see what else I have in the vault of my life.

prisoner, lost and emptiness inside good works really i like them...

This life has taken another turn.
It leads me toward something that I yearn.
To travel...to see.
Many distant lands that call to me.
Now my path is crossed with intrigue.
I go again toward something
that is unknown and unseen.
Many new sights await,
and foreign lands becon.
Such dreams I have had,
and those that have yet to begun.

This poem is a notice to all who have read my poetry and desire more.
I am leaving again for another distant land. I sincerely hope I will be able to continue to produce more fodder from my past, present and future, for your hungry souls to feast apon. Bon Apetit!

Most delightfully yours,

Antares
(Ron)

Greetings from Kosovo everyone! Thankfully, I have Internet access here so I can continue to post more poetry. More will come soon.

Ciao for now!
Antares

FORGOTTEN

As the lonliness sets in,
my soul seeks release from within.
Happiness abounds all around me,
and I am lost to melancholy.
The soulful music plays on and on,
people dance as if a puppeteer
pulls their strings with abandon.
The din of many voices drones
and deafens as I sit alone and ponder
the meaning of life's lessons.
I am lost, alone.....forgotten.


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I sit and ask questions of myself,
not knowing the answers are lost in my mind...
repressed, forgotten and covered with
dust, as if it were an old book on a shelf.
Such are these morbid days in which I live,
and no end in sight as I waste away
with nothing left to give.