Submissions by BleedingInkQuills
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing so much I bleed ink. Gothic poetry and literature is in my realms of writing, I really do love the darker genre's of fiction.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Nov 2015 8:09pm
8th Nov 2015 8:09pm
No Room To Breathe (life took all from me)
I am sick and tired
of this so-called life,
Without room to breathe
I toss and turn in my bed all night.
Am I the only one who finds no release?
I fight against life’s demands
forever tossing in a foreign land,
left to my dreams command.
Doomed to roam free
upon the cloudless sky,
blue and high as each
star shines for me.
I am sick and tired
of this so-called life,
going nowhere on a fast pace life.
Life throbs to breathe,
aches to be free,
from this doomed
plane of existence that is me.
of this so-called life,
Without room to breathe
I toss and turn in my bed all night.
Am I the only one who finds no release?
I fight against life’s demands
forever tossing in a foreign land,
left to my dreams command.
Doomed to roam free
upon the cloudless sky,
blue and high as each
star shines for me.
I am sick and tired
of this so-called life,
going nowhere on a fast pace life.
Life throbs to breathe,
aches to be free,
from this doomed
plane of existence that is me.
553 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 00:48am
17th Mar 2015 00:48am
Wishing Well
Slowly
gripping
tripping
down
brick wall's caving in.
Red,
brownish
landing
in
dirty
mounds
of
mud,
deeper
now
falling
dropping
to
the
bottom
now.
A wish gone bad
that's what this is.
I became the quarter
falling down deep into the wishing well.
gripping
tripping
down
brick wall's caving in.
Red,
brownish
landing
in
dirty
mounds
of
mud,
deeper
now
falling
dropping
to
the
bottom
now.
A wish gone bad
that's what this is.
I became the quarter
falling down deep into the wishing well.
736 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 00:28am
17th Mar 2015 00:28am
A Lady Of The Night Knows How To Bite
A Vampire's bite brings nothing but fright.
With one gaze of her beautiful eye,
your soul shutters.
She will steal every last drop of your reserve,
with her penetrating lips.
She brings you to your knees,
to make you gaze up at her domain.
Her hearts vessel is forever empty,
none can penetrate her main artery.
She is of shadow, and of dreams,
with an immortal glow.
She knows what you want,
and what you dream;
for there is no domain that she does not
claim to be her home.
She feels your mind with dread,...
With one gaze of her beautiful eye,
your soul shutters.
She will steal every last drop of your reserve,
with her penetrating lips.
She brings you to your knees,
to make you gaze up at her domain.
Her hearts vessel is forever empty,
none can penetrate her main artery.
She is of shadow, and of dreams,
with an immortal glow.
She knows what you want,
and what you dream;
for there is no domain that she does not
claim to be her home.
She feels your mind with dread,...
645 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Feb 2015 7:13pm
20th Feb 2015 7:13pm
Open The Can Of Worms
Creature Feature Creepy Storyboard #1
It was a dark and starry night, shadow’s danced on the walls of the house it was silent. The Crabb family where deep asleep in their beds. All of a sudden there was a scream, the youngest daughter came running down the stairs holding her teddy bear tight. Kristy cried out, “Mommy, there’s a monster under my bed!” Mom came running downstairs to see what was wrong “Kristy not tonight I need my sleep I go to work in the morning sweaty.” Kristy sobbed with tears rolling down her cheeks “But mommy I did see a monster it had red eye’s and giant...
It was a dark and starry night, shadow’s danced on the walls of the house it was silent. The Crabb family where deep asleep in their beds. All of a sudden there was a scream, the youngest daughter came running down the stairs holding her teddy bear tight. Kristy cried out, “Mommy, there’s a monster under my bed!” Mom came running downstairs to see what was wrong “Kristy not tonight I need my sleep I go to work in the morning sweaty.” Kristy sobbed with tears rolling down her cheeks “But mommy I did see a monster it had red eye’s and giant...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 10:07pm
13th Feb 2015 10:07pm
A Dreamer
Upon the rising of the sun
my dreams poured out
upon the lukewarm beams,
as I began to stream
my light grew and grew.
My life became nothing more than a dream,
its water's poured out
upon the shores of yesterday's gleam.
I was left in its wake,
forever lingering on a waking dream.
Slowly as the shadow's lengthened
the sun rose over the horizon,
bring me my dreamers dream.
It glistened in my eyes,
as my soul leaped forth into the sky.
I became a dreamer no more,
because I knew I can fly.
my dreams poured out
upon the lukewarm beams,
as I began to stream
my light grew and grew.
My life became nothing more than a dream,
its water's poured out
upon the shores of yesterday's gleam.
I was left in its wake,
forever lingering on a waking dream.
Slowly as the shadow's lengthened
the sun rose over the horizon,
bring me my dreamers dream.
It glistened in my eyes,
as my soul leaped forth into the sky.
I became a dreamer no more,
because I knew I can fly.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 5:57pm
13th Feb 2015 5:57pm
Survival
No one looks when we say goodbye
dying just to survive
all the things we set aside
all the friends we leave behind
just so the curtain would rise.
Take this heart
it's ticking like a cheap watch
I need you to believe in life
til there's nothing left of us.
No one looks when we say goodbye
fighting just to survive
all the things we need
all the people we use
just so the universe would move for us.
Take this soul
it's breathing in all the toxic waste
we can only wait to see
where our soul's will be in...
dying just to survive
all the things we set aside
all the friends we leave behind
just so the curtain would rise.
Take this heart
it's ticking like a cheap watch
I need you to believe in life
til there's nothing left of us.
No one looks when we say goodbye
fighting just to survive
all the things we need
all the people we use
just so the universe would move for us.
Take this soul
it's breathing in all the toxic waste
we can only wait to see
where our soul's will be in...
601 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 8:43am
12th Feb 2015 8:43am
Your Scent Is My Breath Of Fresh Air
Your lips are like scarlet roses,
and your breath smells of Apple’s.
Your skin feels like lace
as you rap your trace
around my waist,
Awe I can taste your Apple’s on my lips.
Your voice is like
a breath of fresh air
to my ears,
as you whisper to my soul
sweat nothing’s.
You remind me
of the sun in June,
when the roses
begin to bloom.
You are of the freshest due,
on the windows paneling
dripping down
upon the dawning of the sun.
Good morning beautiful darling,
my...
and your breath smells of Apple’s.
Your skin feels like lace
as you rap your trace
around my waist,
Awe I can taste your Apple’s on my lips.
Your voice is like
a breath of fresh air
to my ears,
as you whisper to my soul
sweat nothing’s.
You remind me
of the sun in June,
when the roses
begin to bloom.
You are of the freshest due,
on the windows paneling
dripping down
upon the dawning of the sun.
Good morning beautiful darling,
my...
721 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 00:42am
12th Feb 2015 00:42am
My Beloved Night
My soul belongs to the night,
and my heart lost to my beloved moon.
The night will sing a beautiful tune,
and the mocking birds
mock their drifting swoon.
Moon beams streak the sky’s
with its bowing head of dreams.
Light deluged over night
as moon beams streak their way mimicking the light.
I a lover to my muse,
never forgot to write.
Even after the light
settled down upon the horizon
bringing me my beloved night.
BleedingInkQuills
and my heart lost to my beloved moon.
The night will sing a beautiful tune,
and the mocking birds
mock their drifting swoon.
Moon beams streak the sky’s
with its bowing head of dreams.
Light deluged over night
as moon beams streak their way mimicking the light.
I a lover to my muse,
never forgot to write.
Even after the light
settled down upon the horizon
bringing me my beloved night.
BleedingInkQuills
663 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 00:33am
12th Feb 2015 00:33am
A Life Well Lived [My Ink Bleeds For you]
My life is well lived. Like a pair of worn out jeans, I'm torn and tattered but I faded into a nice shade of gray.
My Ink Bleeds For You
Lend me your ear, lesson well and you might learn something. My heart belongs to my pen, I bleed its ink on paper for you to see my pleasures and my passions. It’s a smear of rhymes and riddles pulled forth from my soul. It’s a lifeline a needle that pulls at my heart strings. A stitch that’s stretched to its outer limits until my Gothic ink leaks through. With good measure my poetry pulls forth, emotions, commotion, and more. You're left...
My Ink Bleeds For You
Lend me your ear, lesson well and you might learn something. My heart belongs to my pen, I bleed its ink on paper for you to see my pleasures and my passions. It’s a smear of rhymes and riddles pulled forth from my soul. It’s a lifeline a needle that pulls at my heart strings. A stitch that’s stretched to its outer limits until my Gothic ink leaks through. With good measure my poetry pulls forth, emotions, commotion, and more. You're left...
672 reads
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