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

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Personification Of Heartache

Laying here alone and lonely
My eyes are closed but I'm not sleeping
A cold wind blows through lace curtains
Out in the moonlight heartache's creeping

A footstep, a rustle of leaves
I clutch my pillow ever so tight
Under my window I hear him
He stalks me in the shadow of night

He is never far behind me
Been following me for years and years
Searching for a way to my heart
He's the voice of regret in my ears

He looks for cracks in my fortress
Whispering, he plays tricks with my mind
He knows of all my weaknesses
He's both ...

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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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