Submissions by 0HisBlackDahlia0 (Dahlia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2010 7:04pm
29th Aug 2010 7:04pm
Ignorance Is Truley Bliss My Dear Boy
"I know a boy, an innocent boy. Caught in his own head. He has no escape from this thing, this monster, this savior, this confusion. He searches endlessly for understanding from anyone. But his poor soul is crushed with each person he meets."
"He’s not caught in love, he’s not caught in rejection, he’s caught in a war. A war that goes beyond high school, beyond love, beyond everything we have ever known. But how can he explain it to anyone? This pain...this bitter-sweet faith he has been granted with...maybe cursed with?"
"A soldier in the field,...
"He’s not caught in love, he’s not caught in rejection, he’s caught in a war. A war that goes beyond high school, beyond love, beyond everything we have ever known. But how can he explain it to anyone? This pain...this bitter-sweet faith he has been granted with...maybe cursed with?"
"A soldier in the field,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2010 1:38am
29th Aug 2010 1:38am
"Moving On"
The term ‘moving on’ is such a fragile term to say…
‘I moved on, I’m so over him.’ Is something you hear a lot…but what does it mean when you have moved on?”
“That you forgot about him? That you don’t care if he dies? That you don’t constantly think of him? Yes, yes, yes. But answer me this…is it true that we can “move on” then go back to ‘loving him’?”
“No, because you never moved on in the beginning. You can’t just go back, once you said those words: I have moved on you never go back, all the heartbreak songs you hear on the radio are not about you and him...
‘I moved on, I’m so over him.’ Is something you hear a lot…but what does it mean when you have moved on?”
“That you forgot about him? That you don’t care if he dies? That you don’t constantly think of him? Yes, yes, yes. But answer me this…is it true that we can “move on” then go back to ‘loving him’?”
“No, because you never moved on in the beginning. You can’t just go back, once you said those words: I have moved on you never go back, all the heartbreak songs you hear on the radio are not about you and him...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Aug 2010 1:44am
11th Aug 2010 1:44am
Care To Prance With Me In My Mind?
Falling down is where I am.
Falling into the arms of many friends.
Asleep with Matt on the couch,
Laughing with Aleena at her house,
Mad piggy-backs from Edwin for miles…
Holding hands childishly with Ray,
Keeping it tight with Madi all the way.
And thinking of my best friend Ferdie the rest of the day.
Meeting Mike for the first time,
“Hello Kevin.” I get a hug for being first in line.
Heather’s shifty eyes change once she looks at me,
Bad mouthing a friend and finding it too easy.
Seeing them all at the park,
While they come...
Falling into the arms of many friends.
Asleep with Matt on the couch,
Laughing with Aleena at her house,
Mad piggy-backs from Edwin for miles…
Holding hands childishly with Ray,
Keeping it tight with Madi all the way.
And thinking of my best friend Ferdie the rest of the day.
Meeting Mike for the first time,
“Hello Kevin.” I get a hug for being first in line.
Heather’s shifty eyes change once she looks at me,
Bad mouthing a friend and finding it too easy.
Seeing them all at the park,
While they come...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2010 10:21am
9th Aug 2010 10:21am
Steve
Once more,
Another bitch killed it,
Though I cant say I did any better,
Yet as my ex love,
Goes on about his new fake forever.
I can’t help,
But fantasize,
About killing him.
I know her hair color,
An un-natural black.
Indeed she is white,
And there’s not one thing she slacks.
But the dream goes on,
About taking down my ex.
Leave behind my best friend,
Who dreams about him and her having sex.
This’ll be worst then Katie’s,
Mysterious and fast death.
Oh no,
This one will last longer, ...
Another bitch killed it,
Though I cant say I did any better,
Yet as my ex love,
Goes on about his new fake forever.
I can’t help,
But fantasize,
About killing him.
I know her hair color,
An un-natural black.
Indeed she is white,
And there’s not one thing she slacks.
But the dream goes on,
About taking down my ex.
Leave behind my best friend,
Who dreams about him and her having sex.
This’ll be worst then Katie’s,
Mysterious and fast death.
Oh no,
This one will last longer, ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2010 7:26pm
22nd Jul 2010 7:26pm
A Broken Heart, A Broken Home, And A Idiot Hoe.
(This poem is just a rant poem, honestly I dislike it very much. I don’t touch up enough on how these aren’t two separate people but the same person. Dark side and Light side. I’ve got rhyming, but I’m missing meaning. It‘s all just splat down on paper out of anger, no creativity. This is a responce to someone else's though: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/8287)
Does he know,
While we wait in silence,
What is truly going on,
In my mind?
“Read my poem,
Things will make more sense.”
...
Does he know,
While we wait in silence,
What is truly going on,
In my mind?
“Read my poem,
Things will make more sense.”
...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2010 7:49am
10th Jul 2010 7:49am
Thoughts Of Insanity
Ohhh a pen,
Such a pretty pen,
Oh it writes!
But what will it write?
Words of joy?
Words of…shit…
Music blasting,
Eyes casted downward,
And…fuck this.
Fuck rhyming,
Fuck censoring,
Fuck me?
Yeah I know really,
FUCK ME!
Not sexually!
You pervert.
Ew what the hell?
I mean fuck me as in,
Wow,
I’m an idiot.
Hmmm,
Music.
Yum.
It feeds the soul,
And shit…
Fuck.
I’m horny…
Dam,
Role-play sex?
Cause yeah,
My boyfriend,...
Such a pretty pen,
Oh it writes!
But what will it write?
Words of joy?
Words of…shit…
Music blasting,
Eyes casted downward,
And…fuck this.
Fuck rhyming,
Fuck censoring,
Fuck me?
Yeah I know really,
FUCK ME!
Not sexually!
You pervert.
Ew what the hell?
I mean fuck me as in,
Wow,
I’m an idiot.
Hmmm,
Music.
Yum.
It feeds the soul,
And shit…
Fuck.
I’m horny…
Dam,
Role-play sex?
Cause yeah,
My boyfriend,...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2010 6:50am
30th Jun 2010 6:50am
Gay Moons, Insane 3's, And Glow In The Dark Beads.
(Please refer to Curiosity Killed the Cat, a earlier entry.)
I stared out blankly at the moon. Something was wrong with it tonight. A harvest’s moon? Maybe, but it was out of whack…it wasn’t…strait? The chair creaked as I rocked back and forth nervously. My Mother wasn’t here once I came to her home. I bit my nails still rocking back in forth to the rhythm of my heart pounding in my small frilled body. The words echoed in my head.
“I love you too Katie.” I fell backwards out of no will of my own and the tears fell endlessly. They were warm and hot…fiery emotion. My enemy. My...
I stared out blankly at the moon. Something was wrong with it tonight. A harvest’s moon? Maybe, but it was out of whack…it wasn’t…strait? The chair creaked as I rocked back and forth nervously. My Mother wasn’t here once I came to her home. I bit my nails still rocking back in forth to the rhythm of my heart pounding in my small frilled body. The words echoed in my head.
“I love you too Katie.” I fell backwards out of no will of my own and the tears fell endlessly. They were warm and hot…fiery emotion. My enemy. My...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2010 4:07pm
23rd Jun 2010 4:07pm
Katie
That bitch killed it,
Though I cant say I did any better,
Yet as my ex love,
Goes on about fake forever,
I can’t help,
But fantasize,
On killing her…
I bet she’s natural blond,
I bet she’s white,
I bet she’s a whore,
I bet she’s a beautiful sight...
But the dreams go on,
Of turning her purple hair,
A bloody red,
Slit that bitches,
Perfect neck,
Watch it spew,
For only a moment.
And I shall drink,
The finest wine:
Katie’s Blood,
Strait from,
Her bloody neckline.
While her deceased body,...
Though I cant say I did any better,
Yet as my ex love,
Goes on about fake forever,
I can’t help,
But fantasize,
On killing her…
I bet she’s natural blond,
I bet she’s white,
I bet she’s a whore,
I bet she’s a beautiful sight...
But the dreams go on,
Of turning her purple hair,
A bloody red,
Slit that bitches,
Perfect neck,
Watch it spew,
For only a moment.
And I shall drink,
The finest wine:
Katie’s Blood,
Strait from,
Her bloody neckline.
While her deceased body,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2010 11:05pm
24th May 2010 11:05pm
The Equal Balance
With warm uncertainty,
I continue out the door.
The slow footsteps I take,
Match to the beat of my ever dieing heart.
Am I going to be able to make it?
So far off on my own...
Drifting
Drifting
Further away...
Into the sweltering heat of hell,
With high hopes of returning to my ice domain.
Coming along with me:
New eyes to thank for,
A new heart to give away,
And a new wish to sing for.
Yet still,
My mind blazes on the thought of turning back.
Forget this attempt to move on.
It's time to return to my ice angel....
I continue out the door.
The slow footsteps I take,
Match to the beat of my ever dieing heart.
Am I going to be able to make it?
So far off on my own...
Drifting
Drifting
Further away...
Into the sweltering heat of hell,
With high hopes of returning to my ice domain.
Coming along with me:
New eyes to thank for,
A new heart to give away,
And a new wish to sing for.
Yet still,
My mind blazes on the thought of turning back.
Forget this attempt to move on.
It's time to return to my ice angel....
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2010 1:34am
21st May 2010 1:34am
Alcoholic Kisses
Perfection is something I can never achieve…” I mumble,
As the doctor searches me.
“Perfection is not real.” He sighs.
I hang on the thought for only a moment,
And conclude it’s just a lie.
“Scars, a lot of them, no drugs, but you seem to be
a little depressed”
I stare at him,
And a grin is expressed.
“Please please, I’m fine”
I say as I get dressed,
“Please sit Dahlia…”
I shake my head.
“Where is the rest room?”
“Around the corner.”
I walk right on in,
Sit on the floor,
Rest my head back,
And try and remember what I’m...
As the doctor searches me.
“Perfection is not real.” He sighs.
I hang on the thought for only a moment,
And conclude it’s just a lie.
“Scars, a lot of them, no drugs, but you seem to be
a little depressed”
I stare at him,
And a grin is expressed.
“Please please, I’m fine”
I say as I get dressed,
“Please sit Dahlia…”
I shake my head.
“Where is the rest room?”
“Around the corner.”
I walk right on in,
Sit on the floor,
Rest my head back,
And try and remember what I’m...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th May 2010 2:25am
20th May 2010 2:25am
Daddy's Princess Of Mother F***ers
You'll never believe,
WhatI did.
WhatI "achieved"
I told that F***er,
How much I missed him.
I told that F***er,
How muchI did for him.
I told that F***er
How muchI loved him...
Tears swelled in my eyes,
"I miss you daddy..."
Daddy,
That word,
I haven't said,
Since we lived together.
Though its so surprising,
What one word can do,
And how much,
It can really pursue.
His little girl,
Couldn't handle it.
His little girl,
Couldn't recover.
His little girl,
Is one crazy Mother F****er.
"I have to...
WhatI did.
WhatI "achieved"
I told that F***er,
How much I missed him.
I told that F***er,
How muchI did for him.
I told that F***er
How muchI loved him...
Tears swelled in my eyes,
"I miss you daddy..."
Daddy,
That word,
I haven't said,
Since we lived together.
Though its so surprising,
What one word can do,
And how much,
It can really pursue.
His little girl,
Couldn't handle it.
His little girl,
Couldn't recover.
His little girl,
Is one crazy Mother F****er.
"I have to...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2010 00:38am
18th May 2010 00:38am
A Borrowed Knife
Blurs of colors flash.
Murmurs haunt me from the past.
They reach for me and pull me down.
As I try and make a dash.
Though I already know,
There no turning back now.
The monster is already pulling me down...
Swallowed by crisp darkness,
I can finally see,
All along,
The monster,
Really was,
Just the darker side of me.
The Dark Side holds my innocent hand tight.
"Please follow me into this luscious night!"
She leads me through the streets,
Where cold dark people we meet.
Until we both collapse. ...
Murmurs haunt me from the past.
They reach for me and pull me down.
As I try and make a dash.
Though I already know,
There no turning back now.
The monster is already pulling me down...
Swallowed by crisp darkness,
I can finally see,
All along,
The monster,
Really was,
Just the darker side of me.
The Dark Side holds my innocent hand tight.
"Please follow me into this luscious night!"
She leads me through the streets,
Where cold dark people we meet.
Until we both collapse. ...
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