The Poet Darkling

Rookie - 20 Points (September 29,1967 / Chicago, Illinois)

The Poet Darkling Poems

1. Bravely Onward 6/15/2012
2. This Ring 6/15/2012
3. I'M Not Your Huckleberry 6/15/2012
4. Ode To Thee 6/15/2012
5. Here Again 6/15/2012
6. What Is It You Want To Know? 6/15/2012
7. Disappointment 6/15/2012
8. Locked Up 6/15/2012
9. Pandemonium 6/15/2012
10. Rant And Rave 6/15/2012
11. Dysfunctional 6/15/2012
12. Abuse 6/15/2012
13. Sometimes There's Color 6/15/2012
14. Will You? 6/15/2012
15. Symphony Of Resentment Pt.1 & 2 6/15/2012
16. Hard 6/16/2012
17. Day-Tripping 6/16/2012
18. Stalker 6/16/2012
19. Dark Side 6/16/2012
20. Scaredyflies 6/16/2012
21. The Blade 6/16/2012
22. Slipping Into Insanity 6/16/2012
23. Restless 6/16/2012
24. Tequila Kisses 6/16/2012
25. When Hope Fades 6/16/2012
26. Call From You 6/16/2012
27. Unfocused Rage 6/16/2012
28. Languishing 6/16/2012
29. Waters Of Madness 6/16/2012
30. Still Sinking 6/16/2012
31. Consumed By Nothing 6/16/2012
32. Get Me From The Hangman 6/16/2012
33. Let Me Fall 6/16/2012
34. No Will To Live 6/16/2012
35. The End 6/16/2012
36. The Nothing 6/16/2012
37. Suicidal Funk 6/16/2012
38. Depression 6/16/2012
39. The Vultures 6/16/2012
40. He Calls Me Darkling 6/16/2012

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Just Call Me Darkling

I hide, cowering in utter silence and darkness, save the sound of my heart breaking and the red glow from the tip of my home-rolled cigarette, thinking that my demons can't possibly find me if I'm still, but I am wrong. They seek me out with instincts as sharp and brutal as that of a famished wolf, always lurking nearby, waiting for me to make one wrong move, and then they pounce…and I soon discover that while trying to remain unseen by my demons, I am simultaneously disguising myself against my muse. Fleeting thoughts tease my creativity, but my pen isn't quick enough to oblige her. ...

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Rant And Rave

You rant and rave, rock and roll,
You'd sell your soul for the price of a kiss.
Picked up the pipe, put it down,
Would shoot yourself but you're afraid you'd miss.

It's not fair; you brought me there,
Still yet you begrudged me a chance to play.
You place the blame, cheat the game,
Change the rules in the middle of the day.

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