The Dark Room II-- Come Join In

this is something me and my friend started on another site, i will post the picture on here, i need to find some people that want to do it with me, once its gets going it will spread like wild fire i will post a picture each week.

a picture should be posted every sunday, but if you want to post a picture that would make a good poem just let me know so i dont post one.

thank you and God Bless.

Last edited by yungteflon 06-07-2009 at 05:37:49 PM

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Just tell if you are in or not

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I started putting a picture with my poems about a year ago. I feel it is a very good way to add an extra dimension to the emotion of the poem, and provide the reader with a visual cue to the root of the poem.

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That is a very great idea!

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Truth Lies

its hard for me to shallow,
how her true colors are coming out,
after many years now the truth comes out.
how can you do this to a man,
say that you are somebody,
but then to find out you somebody else.

how can i trust you,
or even say that i love you.
this was a mistake and i fell for it.
i want to cry about this hurt,
but you can see the hurt you caused.

Nobody told me with true beauty,
can also appear true lies,
i should of known with all the black you wear,
there was something evil about you,
but i never seen it cause you hide it so well.

fool me one that's on me,
fool me twice that's you on,
fool me three times all love is lost,
and with your beauty unfolding you lose.

i will be what you made me,
now cold as stone.
now my heart is so cold,
and my love is so torn,
but i will overcome one day without you.

so with everything breaking down,
where do we go from here,
now you look ugly the way you turned out,
so i guess now one of have to get out.
so i finally what truth lies beneath your exterior.

Dashawn McNeal

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Broken
Beneath the jaws of life, I am devastated by the hands of strife.
Broken to a point that my life will not return,
Broken in a sense that the lessons learned have given way to the echoes of pain,
that seem to constantly surge my brain
Yet I stand here beautiful on the outside and torn within,
I nod my head and return with a grin
Why should I hide my pain,
only to be met with a grin
Sinnfully I disguise my pain, only to eleviate my senses,
I have yet to live,
who will pick up the pieces?

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UNMASKed

for years i've known u and all the while i've never really knew what and who u really were, i would see you week to week and you would give me the same old smile and say the same old phrase, "I'm doing fine"
there would be days i could see the smugde on your mask, when i would call i could hear the crack in your voice, those were tears you would later deny... i would try to show my concern and extend a hand but still you would give me the same old phrase, "I'm doing fine"
I always tried to get to know you, oh how i would work so hard to set up opportunities for us to break bread together, i would purposely follow you just to end up in the same places you visit, hoping may be today i can get inside your circle, but you always managed to elude me or make an excuse to leave... i would asked how are U and still i would get the same response, "I'm doing fine"
so i step back never wanting, to pressure you or turn you away, our calls were less frequent and our visits were far an afew between,
so on your birthday i thought i would surprise you and bring the party to you... as i came to your door i couldn't help but peer through the window, what i saw brought tears to my eyes for the first time in my life i saw the pain your've been trying to hide, for the first time in my life i saw you for who you really were, for the the first time in my life i saw you...UNMASKed

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I'm looking into a future.
A future beyond my life.
To a time when man's creations,
reflect his own fears of death.

In an effort to leave behind
something timeless, something flawless,
boundries were crossed,
before they were discovered.

Can we lust for an image,
that never truly exists?
Can we feel compassion for a likeness,
without ever receiving it back?

Do we define progress,
by how far we've moved,
from love?

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Pain in her chest yet words cant express the fear she witholds inside, trying to hide but can never succeed for the need 2 be in bondage haunts her, beaten and bruise, forever abused by the one she calls her love, sent from above yet the devil's child kills her loving soul, cant control the tears she has as they pour out her heart, driven apart from happiness and joy, used as a toy for someone's amusement, put into torment her heart cries out if you listen you can hear, so shed a tear for her she can't escape herself, herself, is in fact her biggest fear because she can't change, lost and derranged but never insane screamin in pain, like a teardrop in the rain she cannot find herself...

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Trap on the corner, trick on the block
See the young bangers, workin to the top
Shinin up the hustle, doin the pop block
Deal goin sour, someone get popped

Trapped in darkness, not the night
Spirit sees no sign of light
Dreams in here, just can’t take flight
Grab all you can, it just feels right

All for dollars, can be bought
Here, no higher purpose sought
Dis me, and the battle’s fought
Work is sold, and trouble bought

White lines, white rocks, all so real
Hooks in the middle, tryin for a deal
Fourteen on the strole, she can’t even feel
Trappen for the dollar, keeping it all real

Just another day, in the local hood
Just another day, in the combat zone
Livin hard, livin fast, livin life so good
Death before dishonor, honor’s all you hold

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The Mistakes Of Mankind

Here in this picture is a life that's been shakin',
Torn in to pieces from mistakes we've been makin'.
What's done in the dark it shall come to light,
It was a cover up to make beautiful this terrible sight.
People now extinct mankind have made clones,
We're trapped by machines in terminated zones.
Their skins cracking and peeling now we can see,
That mankind enslaved itself to this machinery.
Automation took the place of the works of our hands,
We're not building, plowing, and constructing the lands.
These clones they looked real but never fooled me,
We should keep people employed for we need certainty.
Our lives have been wrecked and torn into pieces,
We didn't learn a thing from our strategy and thesis.
We should've listened to God and loved one another,
The results would've been different my sister and brother.
But yet it's not over for the resistance still live,
Salvation from our mistakes Our God will still give.

Much Love For The Sake Of Mankind,
KD (King David Of Is-Real / The Angelical Warrior)

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All of the poems I read is so lovely and true, and because I love your poems , let together and put a movie about how we feel and help other feel good about themselves. thank you.

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I THINK THIS IS A GREAT IDEA SO LET'S DO IT.WHEN IS OUR FIRST ONE?

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Indeed perceived, from every depth of hell
Arose a demon, I once knew well
Fraudulently, deceptively, my pain declared born,
A great mystery to bare, no character to adorn.

Now, I look back and realize;
Fearing the unknown is ever last.
And now my days are passing by,
As in those of youth, they come and fly.

Hearing my loud and painful cry,
Forcing my feet to walk with pride.
From the strongest moment of great mourn;
To the illusion that took the form,
Of softly-stolen teardrops of a storm.

I choose to cast the load of anguish from my heart,
Cease every tear, bid all of my pain depart.
I, lament the loss of soul-searching times,
Feeling that your heart is dying, is such a crime!

At last, I welcome pleasures more refined,
Indulging the content of my once-bitter mind.

Erika Brown.

Copyright 2006.

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I walk the lonely road of the broken
unseen and yet seen by
more perfect human specimens than I.

I turn my face to its good side
loved and yet unloved by
critical eyes that scan for fleshly flaws.

I cannot hide my cracked and broken self
hated and despised by
myself in the mirror of people's eyes.

I cannot heal my wounds
festering and seething through
my broken facade of self-made beauty.

I walk the lonely road of the broken
seeking and yet not finding
one who will love my fractured self.

I turn my face in hope of finding
love extended in tender kindness
patiently mending my torn soul.

I expose my cracked and broken self
longing and looking for
a savior to rescue me from my destruction.

Who will heal my wounds?
Who will bind my broken places?
Who will not run from my festering sores?

I walk the lonely road of the broken
looking for you.

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man i cant say which one is my favorite

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artist by David Ho. Enjoy!!!

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The Girl Without A Face
I have many faces and many that live inside...
my head that is, some of whom i wish to hide.
They scream let me out, i have a voice to be heard.
When I look into the mirror, my reflection is a bit disturbed.
My image consists of sadness, mirror images of pain, despair, anguish, fear and even madness
what more do I have to explain.
Digital pixels of pigments, both brown, tan, and yellow,
Little peices of me, i dont want to share, some that would frighten even the most fleeting heart or the most gentleness of a fellow.
When we take off our masks and put it aside on the dresser or vanity,
Which reflection do we see, or what face shall we wear today
The choice is yours or is it?
Society may choose your answer for you.

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artist by David Ho. Enjoy!!!

A Peek Inside

A peek inside,
to see what I hide.
The abyss awaits,
for the opening of the gates.
Collected images of moments,
missed chances of atonement,
spiral in a cyclone of scattered dreams.

My heart heavy with regret,
enticed me to forget.
Set in stone it is cast,
my future a victim of the past.
Failure awaits my return,
so it may inhale what I've learned,
exposing me for all to see.

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POSTED A LIFE OF MANY FACE'S

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DARK SECRET
By: Clementine Woods
June 11, 2009


For years I’ve harbored a secret,
That’s been tearing me apart;
It has eaten me inside out,
And has kept me with an aching heart.

I thought this secret was deeply buried,
Covered up and sealed real tight;
Some how it found a way to escape,
To haunt me in my dreams at night.

My body has been constantly broken,
My face has aged from disbelief;
There have been times I’ve cried my eyes out,
But to no avail, there was no relief.

I didn’t know where I could turn,
Or who I could trust to tell;
All I knew is it shouldn’t have happened,
To me, on my birthday of twelve.

Dealing with this deep dark secret,
Constantly, year after year;
Has taken its toll on my body,
Broken from anguish, hurt, shame, and fear.

How much longer do I have to suffer?
How do I continue to carry on?
Most of my childhood was taken away,
And most of my sanity after I got grown.

This deep dark secret is too awful,
For me to ever reveal;
Therefore I’ll keep it to myself,
For as long as I shall live.

I knew I had to get help from someone,
If this nightmare was to ever end;
So at the top of my lungs, I screamed to heaven,
And at that very moment, I found a friend.

I met a Man name Jesus,
Oh how complete He made me feel;
After surrendering my life to Him,
I am finally free to heal.

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Now you have a choice of with one, both, or together hope you like it.

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