Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry

Dark Art – The Game. Alone.

The Game. Alone.

I guess when people
forget you…
condemn you…
abandon you…
In your darkest time…
Chaos takes over…
Madness envelops you…
While you rage war
with your demons…
They bathe by the sun…
Living in paradise…
You look up the sky…
Trying to find God…
And all you see…
All you can think of…
Is to live through…
the agony and pain…
Empty your soul…
And just finish the game…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – Still a Fly

Still a Fly

After the rain,
I still feel like a fly…
Ignored and hated…
A burden to the living…
A virus to the many…
to the praying people…
with masks so deep…
with pride so thick…
I am not your enemy
Cause by heart I know,
God also created me…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – Fascination with Flies

Fascination with Flies

Such beauty and colors…
Yet we look at them as pest…
And dispose of them at best…
Once you think of their ways…
Flying and feeding…
From leftovers and garbage…
That we pathetic humans…
Scatter all over our place…
We are also maggots…
That live life on waste…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Art and Dark Poetry – Eye Serve You

Eye Serve You

Our screen, our mirror…
We always need approval…
From our viewers, our audience…
what they say or like…
a slave to our own image…
a servant to social media…
We neglect everything else…
our family, our life, our love…
to keep that perfect mask…
and hide in our pride…
Until we rot and die inside…

– Poetic Dustbin

My Drug Buddy – A Short Strip

My Drug Buddy

This is a short strip… about my struggle with anxiety…

People will be there to tell you how life is good and that all of the things I’m going through is just part of life and God’s plan…

They don’t understand… they never will…

I thought I’m strong enough… but as of now… I’m not… But I will try…

I’m in the corner of my room… silent… but my mind is in chaos…

Around other people… I’m just a mask walking around with a face…

My buddy is the type of friend you don’t wanna know…

– Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – To Be a Cockroach

To Be a Cockroach

Sometimes I feel like a cockroach
Feared and hated by the many
Misunderstood by everybody
Nobody can stand my face
Noone wants to be in my place

Sometime I want to be a cockroach
To travel anywhere i can cite
To reach places even by flight
I can fit inside the smallest hole
Not caring about dirtying my soul

But everybody should be a cockroach
To understand its simple life
Living, surviving by the knife
To face up and be stepped down
To crawl and eat on the ground

 

– Poetic Dustbin

Poetry – Unmask

Unmask

Demons crawl in my veins
I hear their screams
inside my dreams
I hear their laughters
inside my brain
I need to unmask myself
Before I go insane…

Demons talk to me
I listen to the murmurs
When i’m sill
They play in my head
They moan, they groan
I have to unmask now
And claim my throne…

– Poetic Dustbin

Poetry – Pill – Pursuit of Happiness

Pill

The Pursuit of Happiness…
Starts with a smile…
A pill for the lonely…
A rest for the weary…
A calm for your worry…
And its absolutely free…

– Poetic Dustbin

Poetry – Enemy

Enemy

Stand before your foes
Destroy their faulty deeds
Succumb them to their woes
Choke them in their prayer beads

Yes they are your enemies
Bless them with agony
Cripple their tears of joy
Let them scream in symphony

– Poetic Dustbin

A Poem. I Love You.
I Love You - A Poem by Poetic Dustbin
I Love You – A Poem by Poetic Dustbin

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I love you…

Time will walk away from you
from a distance you may not reach
Moments will happen then cease
and leave you with mere memories
Promises will be said and done
with broken syllables soon gone

Have you spoken to your heart,
Without the stitches in your lips?
Are you a slave to a mindless reason,
of truths killed by scarred poison?
Say it now or it will never matter
in heaven or hell and the life after…