Emotional homicide, that’s how this feels
All because of you, it’s become all too real
I wish you would disintegrate, obliterate, just disappear
Metaphorical murder, I would so welcome the cheer
Deep into your soulless, dark heart, a sharp knife I would plunge
Watching you bleed out all your lies, with one last emotional lunge
Until there is no life left in your eyes, I would sit calmly and wait
You’d never know what hit you, until it was too late
The last thing you’d see, would be the curve of my face
You’d feel, watch and wonder, your anguish would be my last saving grace
The pain that you’d feel will NEVER compare
To the pain that you caused my heart, dark and unfeeling, full of despair
With a wicked smile, I’d leave you on your knees to wither
Every feeling of heartache and pain you left in my heart
In your blood it does slither
©thehuntress915
I’ve been told that my poems are a bit on the dark side. I’ve never really thought about them that way, only to say that creativity comes from deep rooted emotions. Whether it’s writing a novel, poetry or painting. I wrote this two years ago, when Lestat’s was still in my life. I haven’t really gone back to any of my poetry since then and even I was taken back at how dark some of these are. But all of it came from the same place, and now that I’ve moved on I can share them, as part of my “art” or writing so to speak. And speaking of art, one of my favorite artists EVER, George Yepes.
The first two images are from a series of painting by Mr. Yepes an awesome Hispanic/Latin/Mexican-American artist who paints images about the Mexican culture. I personally own a print of my featured image it’s called “Adelita” and it hangs in my bedroom, feeling somehow I can relate to her in a lot of ways. Well without the guns I mean, but you never know…..
You can check out George Yepes gallery here.
Until next time remember, chin up, solider on and watch your back!
The Huntress 915
I see this more as impotent rage than I do as dark. Psychic vampires leave their imprint and move on, sensing that their victim is about to cease being a victim …
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I didn’t see that actually, but your right that’s exactly what happens…
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I would be curious to see what your more current poems are like. That was a dark time for you and it was reflected in your writing, but now you have been free for a while. Hoping the pain is dissipating..
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Good question Jono, I haven’t written any new poems, huh, interesting revelation there…..
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I think Halloween is the perfect time of year to share the darkest poems! Love this one. 🙂
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Thanks Maggie, I didn’t even realize about how close to Halloween and the poem’s dark tone were in relation *evil laugh*
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Love it! I have similar thoughts about my ex. Your poems may be a bit dark but they are how you felt/feel and that’s what matters. I’d love to read more!!
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Ha, are you talking my ex husband or ex boyfriend? Because I think we were married to the same prick, lol.
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😂😂😂😂
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At least you can identify your feelings. I think that speaks volumes, especially highlighting your level of consciousness.
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Thanks BC 😎
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Very dark indeed. Almost feels rather gothic. Love this!!
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I’m so glad you have moved past that asshole.
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Dark, but honest. It’s where you were when you penned it. Do you feel disconnected to the author reading it now?
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No, I actually feel like this somewhat, I can still relate although not AS much, but that feeling is still there.
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I get it, though I doubt the feeling will linger forever. At some point you’ll read the poem and remember where you were emotionally when it was written, but realize you’re far away from it. That day is coming.
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This is a bit dark but also so well written… keep writing and smiling 🙂
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Aww thank you my friend 😉
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You’re welcome 😀
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