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One Night, Lightless Eyes by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

The Claiming by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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The Claiming

The calm is almost eerie as the silence hangs in the air- Quiet and looming I walked into my home, where was the staff, the children at play, my dogs to greet me a stab of fear tears into my heart. NO Quickly I run though out the manor and doubled my fear by what I saw- Struggle though out, tattered and torn, splatters of blood and bits of gore- I stopped almost choking by what I saw next, what was left of my youngest child's dress- Standing there consumed by a pain and rage so great, I almost went insane, then I heard it piercing out in the dark- A laughter, so deep it reverberated in my heart it froze my

Dissection of Nigthmares by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Dissection of Nigthmares

I Buckle under The pressure of floating hydraulics Talk me into disturbance (Sweet, sweet anemia Thinning me into you) II Delicately speak – another spider dance Write poetry to me not in words But in grains of sand Deprivation brings Sugar molasses asphyxiation Hourglass claustrophobia III I drowned you under white veins Heard that slow, expanding pop Of your lungs bursting into needles -- I watched your eyes float like Sickened stars –preserved in resin and saline And pressed between insect pins IV Narcosis I’ll drink you Your purple tongue swells Into a Styrofoam aquarium Narcosis I’ll feed

Nightmare by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Nightmare

Sleep talks. I feel numb, lying here, helpless. Crows in the trees, in my nightmares, blackwinged they fly. Wires. Watching my every move, waiting, observing. I walk through the forest, leaves crunching under my feet. White mist. Fog. Someone is coming, someone is caught. You hear the screams, echoing through the trees. Now I'm running, black shapes follow. Waiting for the right moment to strike, and take me. I don't see it coming, suddenly, everything is gone. Smothered by black. And reality, is opened by daylight.

Gargoyle by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Gargoyle

You await till the night to awake and play Up upon the churches sill Your flapping wings give a windy chill You look upon the town at night The rain pours down as you take flight Then the sun come's up, a holy light You sheild your eye's as your body turn's stone grey....

Porcelain Shards, Love Potion by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Porcelain Shards, Love Potion

“Porcelain…A strand of hair…Bits of skin…” An alchemist was toiling in his lab, creating a doll to be his daughter’s companion. The alchemist, Adam, was a tall, slender man in his thirties, with a pale, masculine face and golden hair that was neatly combed back from his wide forehead. He was dressed in a buttoned white shirt, black breeches, and a green apron to protect his clothing. He was a well-respected, wealthy man whose wife died when she gave birth to their daughter, Cora, eleven years ago. At a young age, Cora broke her left leg when she plummeted from a tree, which left her as a cripple for life. In all

Nightengale's Golden Cage by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Nightengale's Golden Cage

Sir Bitter Wind lovingly strokes my cheeks Departs with a never-ending line I wish to sleep in a cemetery cradle Shadows of candlelight gloom Let their violins dance a forlorn melody for me Nightingale in her golden cage Blood notes resonating from silver traps Glide in a ruby waterfall of life Its droplets weeping in your hair Wish this night would never die Creatures, all cruel and glorious creations The blade swings above them all Each gem of temporary elixir an imaginary treasure Worship the queen of clocks She who transforms into the iron maiden in the tick of an arm Nightingale in her golden cage Blood notes resonating f

A Thousand Misfortunes by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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A Thousand Misfortunes

the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls better known as demons destroying life break strong men down 'til they're no longe whole Them bring you down when you are on a roll by your side Them stay, like a loving wife the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls the men who survive have hearts black as cole what Them do is, when faced with so much strife break strong men down 'til they're no longe whole the price for freedom, none can pay the toll Them cut through the mind. a well sharpened knife! the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls lost all dreams as they plummet down the hole what is it Them do that keeps Them so blithe

I don't mind by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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I don't mind

Fallen trust Is bringin' redemption Me - opening eyes You - blinded forever Whispers behind Screams to my ears Chaotic nights Have never been so solf Rhythm of breaths Means, that we are still alive After cutting yourself With tears and lies I can already say - I don't mind Your own flame Will burn you away And if you cry - I don't mind Devil's smothering you in his arms And if you die - I don't mind

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Necrophilliac Seduction by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

The Penalty Of Death by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

The Beast by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

Myself by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Myself

I chose to speak, scream, whisper and express my mind Speak the lying truth through my loving hate Scream the forbidden words amongst the people Whisper the true meaning within its own Expressing the misconception, lies, twisted truth of this forsaken world I have been called corrupted, demented, a sinner I've been crucified, yet never justified In a sense, I'm deformed, scorned, yet reborn All part of me though never one with me

Desire by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

Dear Frank by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Dear Frank

Frankenstein fist to the heart More life there in red pool Than in living flesh. You killed it. Slashed it. Love gnaws at broken skin Sliced in every line you traced Bleeding fountains from every ghost kiss Burns from hot breath and steaming tongue. There are no marks on you. There were no marks on me. I watch your back moving away. Periodically taking a step back, just To tease, just to rip another gash In stained skin. Fury bubbles, hatred induced The worst kind. Emotions might cloud judgement But they fly a knife damn well. Desire. You're a sucker for it. Lust. A fuck. Now that's your language. Tie you to sweaty bed,

Hidden Feelings by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Hidden Feelings

The haunting feeling in the darkest night, Calls upon you with its touch of might. The trees whispers in the graveyards path, And will suck you down with its taunting wrath. Piles of blood stained on the dead cold eyes, Can make you dissapear with its night black lies The dead walks along the crucifixed cross, Our raped Messiah was the Devils loss. Who the fuck cares if the light goes dark? You will all soon sleep the endless dream.

No title by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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No title

A fire burns within me, slowly consuming my sanity. Encompassed with anger, hate, longing, I seek fortune the only way I know. I marvel at the reflection of light, before itching at my anguish. The ruby droplets twinkle, as if taunting me with their beauty. I place my weapon of destruction down, with a shaky hand. Staring at my creation I slowly dwindle into nothingness. Pure, sweet, nothingness.

Steel Away by Poetic-Disturbance, literature

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Steel Away

Shadows dodging through night, Darkness glinting in you mind, Displacing reality and corrupting your vision. Empty figures charging in the black, Reaching for you with hollow steps, Their beats are becoming stentorian. Once, she Lived here, By the light. But the night is a rush of pain, Fear weighs her feet to the ground As she struggles through the mud. Aching whispers blow away her sanity, As hers quicken in gasps, Drawn from her heart. She won't Fight back. Draw your swords. Alloy shimmers and pings In the moonlight and rain. You hear their plan in the puddles. Each drop, one ripple more, Sharpening the mass to the co

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Current Residence: In the shadows...
Personal Quote: 'Neath the mantel of night, we shall give our terror both form and life."

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Poetic-Disturbance

Jul 18, 2008

Competition Reopen - Club for Dark Authors/Poets

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:skullbones:I've been searching for a club like this one but couldn't find one so I decided to start one. This is a place for dark poets/authors to unite and share what dark poetry is all about. If you write or just love dark poetry, come and join! :skullbones: This club is for both poetry and prose. You can be a poet, author, someone who often writes or rarely writes, or someone who doesn't write at all! All we ask is that you enjoy the genre and want to be a part of the club! UPDATE! To all you guys waiting in line  WElCOME TO POETIC DISTURBANCE. It's nice to see so many new members, I'd like to announce that the competition is now reopen

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Apr 22, 2006

Competition Winners

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This is the place where we pay homage to all those individuals that have won a PD-competition. We thoroughly examine each work before we chose a winner, and there is only ever one winner- so everyone on this page fully deserves to be here and it's worth having a look around their galleries. _____________________________________ :skullbones: Our First competition The winner of this historic first competition was Vardagaladhiel (https://www.deviantart.com/vardagaladhiel) ~Vardagaladhiel (https://www.deviantart.com/vardagaladhiel) She has a deep and varied gallery full of beautiful art and surprisingly twisted turns.