My choice of dark poetry

Hey guys,
As I've already mentioned previously, I am very much fascinated by the dark stories and dark poetry. Got to be the Frank Miller effect.
They really inspired me to write poems wid a dark backdrop.
The reason for being inspired by this stuff is I find it more comfortable yet challenging to describe a situation by creating a dark scenery to it.
It's always very easy to describe a pleasant sunrise or a garden full of daffodils or mountains and valleys.
But for a writer, it's really challenging task to create darkness in his/her writing.
Stuff dealing wid nature is very plain and easy to imagine and be a part of it.
Closing your eyes for a single moment and thinkin of a pleasant natural scenery fills you wid total bliss. One can do it anytime.
But darkness is something we all run away from. None of us would ever like to dream about being trapped in a dark room wid no doors or windows. Such dreams just frighten us n wake us frm our sleep.
It's the fear that does it. Many of us fear the darkness.
We feel insecure.
It is this very fear, pain and agony that's truly difficult to describe when you write.
'cuz u hav to involve urself in the situation to giv the reader a true experience.
n it's very painful to do that. lol.
It's in the darkest times that we exhibit our true colors. All our masks are shattered.
We prove what's really important to us in the entire world when we face the challenge of facing darkness.
THAT is the kind of feeling that can truly make the reader totally involve in your writing.
One can't be a true DARK-writer unless one's readers really don't sweat while reading one's writings.
This very challenge inspired me to actually start bein a DARK-writer.
NO...m not an agent of Satan and my lucky no. ain't 666. lol
Facin the darkness bravely will drive away all odr fears from u and also show u the harsh realities of the world we live in and beyond.
So...
I m definitely thinkin of writin some more dark stuff pretty soon..maybe a poem or a story.

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I wish I could

I saw Heroes come n go
When n where they show up, u never know

But then i realise that they had never been on this earth
Superstars have always been just a myth

It was then very late at night
When i was returning after the show of The Dark Knight

Outside the theatre i see
A Little kid who can't even shout out "Help Me !"
Lyin on the road with an empty bottle of milk by his side
Where most of the city was enjoying the late night ride

Then there were a couple of kids asking me for alms
With their pleading eyes while spreadin out their bruised palms

I reach my home with a couple of cans of beer
I got online and spoke to my dear

She didn't stop me but told me to let it out
I finished my drink and I just wanted to shout

Then thinking of the whole thing, I cried a lot that night
I felt like I'm trapped in a dark room though it was actually so bright

I asked myself why so much of suffering in this world
I look up to the heavens, I cry, "Oh my dear Lord !"

"This world indeed needs someone to clean this crap
Someone who never cares how deep is the trap

No matter whether its day or night
All that really matters is to bring in some light

I wish One day I would be upto it and do things the way I should
and then I won't just lie down n tell myself 'I wish I could'"

Nothing can do us apart !!!

He parked the car and then he opened the door
But checked himself one more time in the mirror, before he put his feet on the floor

He was in a hurry, he knew he was late
'Cause she was waitin for him lookin at the gate

He picked up the flowers he bought at the shop round the corner
Their sweet perfume intoxicating even the dead gargoyles

He walked upto her wid a smile, tryin to hide his guilt
But to his wonder, she welcomed him wid a smile

They get close to each other
He touched her lips n she trembled
Tears fell from her eyes 'cause the wait is over
Though its only for sometime they could be together

'cause he had things to do, fight the cause that threw em apart
which he had been tryin to do since two years, with so much of pain in his heart

But its not the time to think about it
that he's with her, after the blows that had his heart hit

He showed her his new suit, bought especially for this occassion
'Bout their li'l gal sally, Who's with her friends on vacation

He showed her the photo of their kid infront of their mansion
which she missed a lot, though she'd never mention

But its gettin late as the dawn was comin and he had to go
She didn't wanna let him, but she couldn't either say No
'cause she knew what people would think of him
they'd either call him a freak or some might pity him

So he stood up and tells "Rest in Peace My Love ! "
Then he walked and took one last look at her soul as white as a dove

Then he told his heart
that's where she still lived,
"Darling, Nothing can ever do us part !"