Dark Poetic Mind Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Dark Poetic Mind
This poem bleeds dysfunctional desire,
Blood stains through the dirty streets
Mark the paths we trod,
Urban avenues of despair,
But I was still romantic for you,
Your thin unattractive body
And unwashed stringy blond hair,
Your ghost stare in the headlights’ glare,
Your wish to blend into streetlamps
Of non-existence,
Romantic for your perishing soul
Looking for a ride home from strangers
at 2: 00AM,
Something about drugs and tortured eyes
On a lost waif and her pointless life
Was registering as meaningful
In my dark poetic mind,
You offered me the best sex I could ever have,
But I thought, I better let it slide,
Just let you talk about it,
Not put those skinny bones to the test,
Not be one more creep killing a girl
And getting a disease.
Yes, you do sometimes have a dark poetic mind Uriah......but a beautiful one. Sincerely, Mary
This disturbing poem at least turns out with a good decision. It is very well-told, Uriah. You set the mood well and the descriptions of the girl leave little to the imagination. When I read the title, I trembled for you, but I decided that this time, your 'dark poetic mind' was more poetic than dark. Thank God. Raynette
Love teeters on the brink of the dark and emo...but anyway, this is indeed poetic and dark (which is a good thing, of course) and I enjoyed it. eni da kid
I had to read this several times before I could start to absorb it. I do see the speaker as a saving, compassionate voice (personality) which is what I often get from your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very powerful, and a sort of cruel beauty to this poem. Sad idea behind it....very well written.