The Poet Darkling

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

The Poet Darkling Poems

41. And Sleep Won'T Come 6/16/2012
42. Forgotten Valentine 6/16/2012
43. The Final Sound 6/16/2012
44. I Never Said I Loved You 6/16/2012
45. Still 6/16/2012
46. Picture Of Heartbreak 6/16/2012
47. Movin' On 6/16/2012
48. The Call 6/16/2012
49. The Things You Say 6/16/2012
50. Failed Thinking 6/16/2012
51. Is This Real? 6/16/2012
52. Changed 6/16/2012
53. Loosen The Ties 6/16/2012
54. Not Anymore 6/16/2012
55. Without You 6/16/2012
56. Shoring My Heart Up 6/16/2012
57. Leftover Life 6/16/2012
58. The Last Phone Call 6/16/2012
59. Her Song 6/16/2012
60. Laying In Lies 6/16/2012
61. Prison Of Only 6/16/2012
62. Ruins 6/16/2012
63. Why? 6/16/2012
64. Tick-Tock 6/16/2012
65. Another Sunset 6/16/2012
66. Blinders 6/16/2012
67. If The Shoe Fits 6/16/2012
68. Anti-Depressant 6/15/2012
69. Child Of Mine 6/15/2012
70. Poetry's Dead 6/16/2012
71. Grace 6/16/2012
72. High Functioning Schizophrenic 6/16/2012
73. When You Stop Fighting, That's Death 4/14/2016
74. The Brutal Truth 6/16/2012
75. Something To Think About 6/16/2012
76. Tears Of A Woman 6/15/2012
77. The Dog Catcher 6/15/2012
78. Amputation 6/16/2012
79. Shine Your Light 6/15/2012
80. I'M Done 6/16/2012
Best Poem of The Poet Darkling

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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Abuse

Tempted by promises of love
I went willingly to your bed
Unaware that your words were lies
And that I was being mislead

I was starving for affection
And was so naïve in my youth
Believed the lies spilt by your tongue
As if they were the gospel truth

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