I’m stuck in this…..nothingness.
The devil tucks me in
at night. I sleep with cannibals.
I am an apple core. Pigs food.
Where did my blood come from?
I am just a trick.
I do not exist.
My sweat is black magic.
I am invisible.
I am air particles and
part of the walls.
I am seams in the carpet.
A blue moon today
is sad sand tomorrow.
My body is borrowed,
taken by the Mexican gun
and his man.
I am abandoned.
I have abandoned this sickly,
trapped in infected placenta.
A dark traveler between
thought and matter.
The water is cold here
but I am colder.
Death is coming.
He’s tied around my shoulders.
My only friend.
My heavy boulder.
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powerful
I love the imagery here and your pensive heart.
Thank you.
Very honest.
This is amazing, I’m so jealous 🙂 Amazingly written
Feels Real to me…
I can feel what you write about so beautifully.
Just…wow. And I know the feeling all too well
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Hello, maggie, I just wanted to drop by to say that I have been enjoying all your dark poetry — your imagery is quite visceral and vivid. I’ve nominated you for the Sunshine Award (yes, I realize the irony inherent in that) for your site. http://helenahannbasquiat.wordpress.com/awards-accolades-and-admirers/
:)http://iamforchange.wordpress.com/awards-page-and-nominations-thank-you-i-am-so-honored-and-grateful/ So many have shared so much with me and I wish to share as well please accept my nominations and if nothing else know I am grateful for your sharing on your pages with us all and the time you share with me on mine.Thank you!! 🙂 Joe
I get it…..Keep writing, its awesome!
The sense of emptiness, of loss of self… Eek!
“My sweat is black magic.” Beautiful and classic!
I had not heard of the term “dark imagery” before now. Thank you. I think it aptly describes a lot of what I write. I am a funny person face to face but cannot pull off humour in print. Maybe because I am more in touch with my darker side so am better able to express it.
I’m the same way. I’m usually laughing, humorous, sarcastic..but when I write, I can only write the way I write and It’s usually dark and emotional. Thank you for saying hi and for the comment. It’s a pleasure. ~ MM
This is so great. I especially loved:
I am seams in the carpet.
A blue moon today
is sad sand tomorrow.
My body is borrowed,
taken by the Mexican gun
and his man.
Favorite line: “I am seams in the carpet.”
Powerful stuff!
I can relate so well to this. At some point during every day I feel this. Thank you for writing down what I cannot speak.