Night of Passion

I kiss your lips
You touch my thighs,
Another sex filled night
Under pitch-black skies.
You caress my neck
I unzip your pants,
I'm filled with ecstasy
From every touch with your hands.
"I want you right now",
Is what I say with my eyes.
You enter me, I peirce your skin,
Taste your blood, and watch your body die.
You're no longer mortal,
As you take your last breath.
Your body is draining,
And you embrace death.



Twisted Love

She slept with her borther
She murdered he mother
She imprisioned her father
She inslaved her daughter
She is infatuated with sensual pain
She awaits the day when blood becomes rain
She knew all her life that she wan't normal
She's in love with Lucifer, he will make her imortal


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Love is what she thought she knew.
Oh, how she was proven wrong.
He never really loved her,
And deep inside she knew all along.
He beat her and whiped her until she was half dead.
Lying on the floor, blody and brused,
Whimpering and mumbling with a concussion on her head.
She came to and found
That both her hands and feet were bound.
And somehow she had lost her pants
And now was being violated by his hands.
He had gaged her, so as not to hear the pathetic whimpers,
And knowing that she was bound, visciously enters.
He was pumping and thrushting until he reached climax,
And all this time was choking her with his hands.
One final thrust and he blew his load.
One final thrust until her world would explode.
Beaten, bloody, violated and brused
This was not the man she knew.
To weak to make it cease, to weak to take a breath
She layed there, with him fucking her, until she embraced death.

Hmmmm....morbid. And thats all I have to say...

Wow i really like those i can not wait untill there is more to read. Welcome to the form I love it here and I am sure u wuill too.
Rose

Hey thank-you! I have more poems and stuff to post up here. Don't worry I won't run out of ideas....and even though I just started here, I love it.

Yea....I'm pretty morbid.....end of thought. Thank-you for the feedback, I appreciate it.

Well good. I am glad that you do.
Rose

welcome to dark whispers. this will become your new home, i assure you.

your work is very well indeed. much better than mine at my third post. i used to write here and there, but now it became religion. i must write every day. this is why it will become your new home. you kind of get obsessed being here. but its great to see others read your work. i know you will do well here from reading your work already. i can not wait to see more

nick

i love your work too. it brings the corruption out of me. your making me want to go right another poem. if you want to read my stuff it's under morbid thoughts. i can't wait to see more of your stuff!!!!

Thank-you Nick. I agree with you that this is my new home. Even though I don't submit every day (sometimes I want to), I always visit here at least twice a day. I welcome the Darkness with open arms.

oops. I replied to the wrong person.

Scab

You're nothing but a mean old bitch
You're like a scab that i want to always itch
I want you out of my life and off of my skin
I scratch continuously, until I bleed,
You're draining out of my life
As the world around me grows dim.


Haiku

Sadness is in me
Lonliness for the lonesome
This is who I am


-Just two for tonight. Hope you like em....and if not you can tell me that too.

i will most definitely check your work out. thank-you for the nice words.....hope that new poem of yours gets posted soon.

Alright, I don't like the haiku....Lol..Kidding. Well your haiku is different from the others seriously...I can't put the finger on it. But good work!

love
raffy

I love scab Don't we all have people like that in our lifes.
Rose

lol....all i have to say raffy, is if you liked this haiku....there might be more.

i know i do......lol

your haiku is really good. so are your other poems. Just between you and I: (They ring a bell in a part of me that i spend a lot of money trying to ignore)<-- but i guess that's kind of the point of all this self-expression.
Keep on writing

thank-you

One last kiss my darling sweetheart,
One last kiss to seal the pain.
And run that blade across our wrists,
Then our emotion will begin to drain.
Our wrists become taps from which
Blood effortlessly flows.
The night appears to darken more,
As our red-eyes begin to glow.
We patiently lurk in the dark,
We children of the night.
To find our prey and leave our mark,
And introduce them to our light.


-I couldn't sleep lastnight, so I picked up my pencil and grabbed my notebook and this is what I got. I don't have a title for it, but I don't think I need one.-

ooooooo aaaaahhh!!!! very entertaining!!! there are no words to describe how much i love it!!!!! cant wait to see more!!!! :icon2:

:banana00: Very very good. This last one is amazing. What talent!

The God-awful feeling is growing agian deep inside the pit of my soul.
It started out as a simple yearning.
Now its wrenching my sides, turning me inside out;
Causing me so much pain I want to scream out in terror and anguish.

I clasp my hand to my chest, as if somehow it lessens the Pain.
This ache is making me senseless; everything is closing in on me.
Everything is so near.
I'm inebriated with emotion; to the limit of exploding with rage.
I want this to stop! To end! To cease!

I dream of taking a knife to my chest, to cut out my heart.
It is so real, so vivid, that I can almost feel the sweet sting
Of the knife pierce my pale white skin.
I can almost feel my heart pump Life through the exit wound.
I can almost feel my blood run down my breast, over my abdomen.

My heart is on the floor;
Beating its rhythmic lullaby to the floor boards:
"Tum-tum, tum-tum, tum-tum".
Death is caressing me;
Whispering sweet nothings to me about what I'm so close to entering.
Somehow, the Pain is not so terrible anymore.
Somehow, as I lie here on the floor,
Breathing my last sweet breath,
The Pain is gone.

Thank-you. Its great to know that you liked it.

Your kind words mean alot to me. Thank-you.

Hour of Death

The day wil come where I will die,
And the town around me cries.
But what they think is mystery,
For its the end of my family tree.

And if I die, and no one is there,
Will anyone pull out their stringy hair.
And if they do, what will that prove?
That they mourned my loss, and dug my grove?

The life that lead me was never ending,
For the obsticles were intangling.
But hold up your chin and hold it high,
For the hour of Death has arived.

Don't wonder anymore, don't even think,
For its is time for one Big Blink.
Close your eyes and don't look back,
Hopefully someone will pick up your slack.

Definition of Life:

....Meticulous motion
....Schizophrenic conversation
Incompetence for caring
Automatic disregard for anyone who has a twinge of emotion for the lesser person
....Total sense of selective hearing
Conscientious.....of appearance and self
....Impeccable ostracism
Loss of self respect when sticking up for self
Believing that not caring.....is caring nontheless

I know people have read my stuff....but what do you think of it? Is it good, or crappy? Why do you like it/don't like it? Feed-back is my friend, constructive critisism is a good thing.

I Listen

I listen to your breathing
I listen to your heart
I listen to the world around me
The world that's falling apart

I listen to the silence
I listen to the noise
I listen to everything in my presence
To try to fill this void

All I hear is screaming
All I hear is pain
All I hear is dreaming
Dreaming thats in vain

Your breath, your heart, the silence the noise
The screaming and the pain
Won't bring back the dream of "us"
Won't bring us together again.

How sad . . . how beautiful. your poems keep getting better and better.

i love the one that started off:

The God-awful feeling....

I’ve been trying to explain exactly how i feel but can never get the right words out. but you said them perfectly. word for word, that is exactly how I’m feeling. *hits self* why didn't i think of that, lol. hi my name is kelsey aka pirate. hope to see more of your work soon :icon2:

thankyou....i appreciate the feedback from you. You're so nice.

That poem of which you so kindly spoke was written about 2 years ago, right after a very devastating event happened in my life. I lost it in my room, aka The Mess, and I just found it the other day. So I put it up here because those words are still relavant to the way I feel today. I'm glad that you can relate to the poem, I mean that's why we write, correct? So that someone else who's going through the same thing or feeling the same way can know that they're not alone. (That's why I write at least....and to release pent up emotion). So thank-you for the kind words. I hope you return and read some more...or to just say Hi. Oh, and my name is Kristine.....keep coming back.

hello, i just read you poem listen i didn't see it before cuz i didn't know there was a second page until today. i liked it! very good. can't wait to see more :icon2:

kelsey

i guess it pays to visit again and again, because then you find things that you haven't read before....lol. I can always count on you to give me feedback, kelsey. Thanx for that.

Kristine

This one is a revised, extended version of a previously written poem of mine. After two hours of coffee and racking our brains, my best friend and I came up with this version. It just expains and go into deeper detail than the one I wrote before. Thankyou, Carlene for your help, without your brain (as well as mine) we woudn't have this now. Hope you like it.


One last bite my darling sweetheart,
One last bite to seal the pain.
I run the balde across my wrist,
My emotion wanting to drain.
My wrists become taps from which,
Blood effortlessly flows.
But the emotion stays inside,
Because mortality is not something I know.
Attempting to drain emotion,
I know my efforts are in vain.
I cannot rid myself of these feelings,
I will always feel the pain.
My Dark Angel, You made me bitter.
You took away my mortal life.
You abandonded me alone and hurting,
Haveing to deal with the burden of this strife.
Broken hearted and slmost in spite,
I see my next victim.
Her mortal body standing there taunting me.
Oh, how I long to be one of them.
I'll make her understand.
I'll make her feel my pain.
I'll make her one of us.
I'll make her be the same.
As I grab her and my teeth sink in,
Her warm blood is released.
My emotions drain through her,
And I know I've found some relief.
As I walk down the street,
Thinking about what I've just done.
I see others of my kind,
And I know I'm not the only one.
I hear their thoughts I hear their cries,
I know they wish Eternal Death too.
When you have to live forever,
Life begins to eat at you.
We were condemed to this Hell unwillingly,
Our Dark "Angels" sealed our fate.
What seemed to be romantic at first,
Was just the doormat to Hell's Gate.
We have become the "Dark Angels",
Condeming our prey, we patiently wait to leave our mark.
As we take their mortal life,
We slowly introduce them into the dark.
Blood flowing past my lips,
Somehow this isn't enough.
Yearning to feel and not just taste Death,
Wanting to embrace what I used to know, what I used to love.
Mortal, yet not mortal,
I know this is the truth.
We were senteced to an eternity of killing,
For a neverending Youth.

i loved it!!!
keep writting more
i know Ill keep reading
stop by my tread sometime



love
-Jade

Thankyou.

Thankyou for your kind words. And I will stop by your thread, take care.

Endure

I can't!
I won't!
Endure the Pain anymore.
Don't know how.
Don't know if I
Even know what to do
If I endure.
I'm not sure that I can survive
To endure the Pain any longer.
It won't
Make me a hell of a lot stronger.

It was worth the time and enegry that you spent on it. I loved it.
Rose

Dark Tremors

The night was dark
Just like my mind.

Lightning crashed down the earth
Burning grass in rage.
Like my hopes and dreams being destroyed.

My whole life has been a
Hell
Burning and scorching while I sit here in this
Place.

And think about the life that I waste.
It surprises me how I can realate

To the night.....
and dark.....
and Hate.

you're so sweet. Thank you, Rose.

wow, i love the one you redid. i loved it before, now it's even better, outstanding work! can't wait to see more

kelsey :icon2:

Thanks Kelsey, it was a lot of work. And its great to know that you liked it.
Kristine

This one has no title, but so does a lot of my work. So, oh well.

One o'clock on a Tuesday night
I hear the screaming
I see the fight
Why can't they stop?
Why can't they get along?
Why can't they set aside their differences
That they've been harboring for so long?
They tell me that they love me,
I'd like to believe that this is true.
But they beat me like an animal
Until I'm bloody and bruised.
They're supposed to teach me lessones in life
And all I've learned is one:
It's ok to abuse your kids and wife
Because you think its fun.

One troubled thought
For one troubled mind
Ink rushing onto paper
Line by line
Expressing her emotions
Is so hard to do
So she pushes her pen
Instead of talking to you
She gets some relief
After reading what she's done
Closing the book, she walks away
She shows no one.

very nice, i like them both. especially the last one!!!! more please!!!

kelsey

Don't you worry, Kelsey, more is on the way.
Kristine

ok cool

I think a lot of people, especially here, will be able to relate to the last one you did. (i know i can). keep writing, i like you poems a lot. (they have a lot of meaning to me)