Submissions by 0HisBlackDahlia0 (Dahlia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
29th Dec 2010 7:43am
29th Dec 2010 7:43am
A Heart Fill With Air
Full of crimson rose petals,
My eyes they gleam with care,
My hands reach out for you,
But all you do is stare.
A journal full of lies,
And a heart filled with air.
I can feel you passing by,
And you don’t seem to care.
It hurts so bad to wonder,
Why the thorns made me bleed.
But it’s more then obvious,
You forgot to think of me.
Time didn’t heal the wounds,
Dried blood full of greed,
Smashed beauty on the ground,
And a empty heart to mislead.
Glass thorns pierce with reason to hide,
And...
My eyes they gleam with care,
My hands reach out for you,
But all you do is stare.
A journal full of lies,
And a heart filled with air.
I can feel you passing by,
And you don’t seem to care.
It hurts so bad to wonder,
Why the thorns made me bleed.
But it’s more then obvious,
You forgot to think of me.
Time didn’t heal the wounds,
Dried blood full of greed,
Smashed beauty on the ground,
And a empty heart to mislead.
Glass thorns pierce with reason to hide,
And...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2010 7:57am
28th Dec 2010 7:57am
The Start Of A Story For My Friend MikeThat Off My Mom's Computer And The First Chapter Is At Home On My Other Computer
The air was damp and soggy as I sat in my room. A dim light shown from window, blocked by the various branches of the Fall’s trees that helped create a pattern against my wall. I stared at the various shapes trying to figure it out. The wall was a dark navy blue to match my bed and my mood. I let my eyes wonder to the table next to me. And by table, I mean an old milk carton turned over. I stole it form the junk yard after an argument with my father about how much I wanted a normal side table to put my clock on. But as soon as I had gotten home with it, I found my father had broken the clock...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2010 7:46am
28th Dec 2010 7:46am
Blood Stained Voice Of Mist Fading Away
Dear Steve,
It's sad how many times, I've typed stuff in, then deleted it...I'll cut to the shit and just write. Its not as stressful as rhyming...
You know what I miss more then anything? Your voice. Your fucking voice. I remember how you wrote a poem about the way I smell but...
I miss something I knew was real.
Steve I miss how your voice would pretty much crack when you laugh. Rather you realize it or not, your voice got so high pitched when you laughed...
The way you used to tell me 'Its ok' and the way you called me 'Princess' and the way you'd...
It's sad how many times, I've typed stuff in, then deleted it...I'll cut to the shit and just write. Its not as stressful as rhyming...
You know what I miss more then anything? Your voice. Your fucking voice. I remember how you wrote a poem about the way I smell but...
I miss something I knew was real.
Steve I miss how your voice would pretty much crack when you laugh. Rather you realize it or not, your voice got so high pitched when you laughed...
The way you used to tell me 'Its ok' and the way you called me 'Princess' and the way you'd...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Dec 2010 8:42am
26th Dec 2010 8:42am
Poetic Flow?
I don’t stalk you,I just noticed your last visit day was but only 24 hours ago.And uh,Where’s your poems?Ill be honest,You got my hopes up,For a sexy poem,That’ll turn me on,Oh yeah. But for real,Your uh,Writing,Is pretty good,So like,You got my hopes up,And I finally got a biscuit.FUCK!Another one of these poems about rambling on?No I like story time betterOnce upon a time,In a far away land,There was a lad,Who was a man.Now please keep in mind,I’ll rhyme man with can,Because my rhyming,Is over all damned. Anyway,I change my mind,This story’s about a girl,With a huge behind.She had brown...
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Nov 2010 6:58pm
24th Nov 2010 6:58pm
A Dream, Its Just A Dream
You know how you have a dream and you KNOW you can wake yourself up but...you just...don’t know how to? Yeah its a scary dream...because when you first walk into your World Studies Class Room your like "Well I'm on break so I shouldn’t be here..." but as you sit down at your desk...you forget...
The desk felt oddly warm against my back as I sat scrunched over pieces of paper that were being past back. A progress report landed on my desk showing strait D's and all the comments of "Respectful and Doesn’t Bother The Class" Bullshit was crossed out...latterly with a...
The desk felt oddly warm against my back as I sat scrunched over pieces of paper that were being past back. A progress report landed on my desk showing strait D's and all the comments of "Respectful and Doesn’t Bother The Class" Bullshit was crossed out...latterly with a...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2010 11:50pm
22nd Nov 2010 11:50pm
Thoughts Of Insanity...Two Times Over
I had a dream,
A funny dream,
A dream of you,
Silly me,
Pretending to be,
In your arms,
While I cr-
Cr-ut off your penis…
’So uhh…
You broke my heart,
Into tiny pieces,
And I uhh,
Lost some of them…
Well,
Since you broke it,
I think,
I should take some pieces,
Of your heart.
You know…
Just sayin
I have a knife under my bed.’
So if I get,
What’s on my Christmas list,
Besides for 2012 to come early,
You’ll be dead…
On my feet.
But not before you receive,
My Christmas gift to...
A funny dream,
A dream of you,
Silly me,
Pretending to be,
In your arms,
While I cr-
Cr-ut off your penis…
’So uhh…
You broke my heart,
Into tiny pieces,
And I uhh,
Lost some of them…
Well,
Since you broke it,
I think,
I should take some pieces,
Of your heart.
You know…
Just sayin
I have a knife under my bed.’
So if I get,
What’s on my Christmas list,
Besides for 2012 to come early,
You’ll be dead…
On my feet.
But not before you receive,
My Christmas gift to...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Oct 2010 3:10pm
20th Oct 2010 3:10pm
F.O.R.E.V.E.R. Fake B.S., Obsessive, Retarded, Erratic, Voodoo, Evil, Repulsive.
Last Update: Oct. 24 2010
Forever
For Steve
Mychildhood ex fiancé
October 20, 2009
Life Sucks.
I just want to put that there. My intro to my journal: Life Sucks Balls.
Little meaning
Inconvenient
Fucked up
Ending of hope
My name is Brooke; I’m 15 sporting a fucked attitude. I like that word, fuck. It could mean a lot of things; I have to say it is the most beautiful word in the English language. I have red-brown hair. But I’m not a ginger, believe me, I have a soul. A fucked soul, but it is a soul. I have green...
Forever
For Steve
Mychildhood ex fiancé
October 20, 2009
Life Sucks.
I just want to put that there. My intro to my journal: Life Sucks Balls.
Little meaning
Inconvenient
Fucked up
Ending of hope
My name is Brooke; I’m 15 sporting a fucked attitude. I like that word, fuck. It could mean a lot of things; I have to say it is the most beautiful word in the English language. I have red-brown hair. But I’m not a ginger, believe me, I have a soul. A fucked soul, but it is a soul. I have green...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2010 10:38pm
2nd Oct 2010 10:38pm
My Brother
I wish I could go back in time,
And stop myself from doing what I did.
I wish I could go back in time,
And stop myself from taking that hit,
I wish I could go back in time,
And stop myself from committing this sin.
I need the forgiveness of the crew,
I need the forgiveness of the angels dressed in gold and blue.
But more then anything,
I need the forgiveness of you.
The guilt of lord,
It’s been only 10 minutes,
And I can’t take anymore.
The biggest promise I could break,
The most I will ever hate,
The most horrid...
And stop myself from doing what I did.
I wish I could go back in time,
And stop myself from taking that hit,
I wish I could go back in time,
And stop myself from committing this sin.
I need the forgiveness of the crew,
I need the forgiveness of the angels dressed in gold and blue.
But more then anything,
I need the forgiveness of you.
The guilt of lord,
It’s been only 10 minutes,
And I can’t take anymore.
The biggest promise I could break,
The most I will ever hate,
The most horrid...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Sep 2010 10:22pm
21st Sep 2010 10:22pm
Beat Of My Heart
No matter what I say,
I can never just pretend,
I can survive one day,
Without you on my mind.
The fogged moonlight,
Kisses the horizon of our love.
And the mist of sadness,
Sits close above.
I count the moments away from you.
The stars are suffocating…
And I blindly fall,
Into dreams.
Caressed in rivers,
Winding through purple hills,
With the winds of forever.
The promises we made,
Bond me to this bed,
As the constant squeal,
Of your heart pounds in my head.
The white of the sheets,
The flowers a false...
I can never just pretend,
I can survive one day,
Without you on my mind.
The fogged moonlight,
Kisses the horizon of our love.
And the mist of sadness,
Sits close above.
I count the moments away from you.
The stars are suffocating…
And I blindly fall,
Into dreams.
Caressed in rivers,
Winding through purple hills,
With the winds of forever.
The promises we made,
Bond me to this bed,
As the constant squeal,
Of your heart pounds in my head.
The white of the sheets,
The flowers a false...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #lyrics
#romantic #lyrics
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Sep 2010 4:57pm
19th Sep 2010 4:57pm
7QA3 (Love)
Sweetie,
It’s in the cards,
Play it safely…
It’s not that hard.
But lately,
She’s a bluff.
Deary,
She aint no queen-ey,
But maybe,
I’m just saying,
Baby,
I could be…
Dating,
It’s not easy,
Buy lovey,
Aint it crazy,
How the perfect lady,
Is just me?
Sure,
I’m very lazy,
But honey,
I’ll leave you dazzy,
Oh and baby,
You shoulda chose me…
Too bad I moved on from your,
Cheap playing cards,
And all your little lies,
Baby,
I’ve said my good byes.
Honey,
This...
It’s in the cards,
Play it safely…
It’s not that hard.
But lately,
She’s a bluff.
Deary,
She aint no queen-ey,
But maybe,
I’m just saying,
Baby,
I could be…
Dating,
It’s not easy,
Buy lovey,
Aint it crazy,
How the perfect lady,
Is just me?
Sure,
I’m very lazy,
But honey,
I’ll leave you dazzy,
Oh and baby,
You shoulda chose me…
Too bad I moved on from your,
Cheap playing cards,
And all your little lies,
Baby,
I’ve said my good byes.
Honey,
This...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Sep 2010 11:06pm
16th Sep 2010 11:06pm
The Roller Rink
The music boomed in my ears bring a grin to my face. My once strait brown hair hung in curled strands over my face that constantly whipping my cheeks as I stood in the giant fan. Beads of sweat rolled down my cheek as I inhaled deeply taking in the scents of the shitty-est place on earth, The Roller Rink. As childish as it is, I go almost every Saturday, and that usually leads to a party of some sort where classic teenage reckless shit happens, but till then, it’s a ‘Dance Dance’ and ‘Sing Sing’ until you cant breath anymore. The walls were white with a bright red trim, that’s truthfully...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2010 10:30pm
16th Sep 2010 10:30pm
The Four Seasons
It’s been too long,
Since I felt the,
Crisp nip,
Of loneliness.
Glass tears fall,
Shattering on the floor.
A red stained floor.
Drawing pictures of memories,
Of what was before.
Babe,I’m something you can never wish away.
Babe,The memory of you ruins my day.
In the season of freedom,
Warmth filled our souls.
The flowers of our hearts,
Budded into a vine,
Promising to never pull apart.
I’d give you sunbeams,
You’d give me a clear blue stream,
Together we’d photosynthesize,
An orchestra of blinding might,...
Since I felt the,
Crisp nip,
Of loneliness.
Glass tears fall,
Shattering on the floor.
A red stained floor.
Drawing pictures of memories,
Of what was before.
Babe,I’m something you can never wish away.
Babe,The memory of you ruins my day.
In the season of freedom,
Warmth filled our souls.
The flowers of our hearts,
Budded into a vine,
Promising to never pull apart.
I’d give you sunbeams,
You’d give me a clear blue stream,
Together we’d photosynthesize,
An orchestra of blinding might,...
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