Submissions by 2_of_me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
not really a poet...just disgustingly descriptive
DARK POEM
Published
28th Dec 2011 9:29am
28th Dec 2011 9:29am
disgustingly discriptive
the window pane reflects my pain as i see my reflection. it appears before me like a montage cast over the normality of existence. im "disgustingly descriptive" it seems to someone, certainly didnt label myself that. kinda like taking a scalpel and placing it on my forehead where my hairline is and pressing it slowly into my skin. i pull it slowly down the middle of my face. layer by layer i slice through my own flesh. between my eyebrows and splitting my nose in half, along with my lips and chin. i set the scalpel down and push my nails into the precise cut. digging them in deep i...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Dec 2011 7:52am
28th Dec 2011 7:52am
bloody gardens
i awake to this dream that is my life as i take my first aware breath of air. i dream that i die every night and wake up gasping for oxygen. panic is my first reaction followed by relief and confusion. dreams become nightmares and being awake is a dream. the circles under my eyes may be dark and the future is light years away. as i dream about blood pouring from every orifice uncontrollably like a fountain. am i the center piece of a blood drenched garden in my own wonderland? the horror of it all infuses with my consciousness and becomes contagious, infectious, and perpetual.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2011 10:26pm
21st Jul 2011 10:26pm
structure
i sit here and wonder what the hell i am supposed to do with all these building materials. i bang my head on a brick until i begin to bleed. a pool of blood gathers as i see my reflection in it while being hit with an answer like a hammer to my skull. a reflection of myself is an expression of itself in my work that is this pool of blood before me. my life has never had any structure to it yet my art is overflowing with it. if only i could live in my world of color and amazement without reality i could truly be happy swimming in this pool of blood.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2011 10:07pm
21st Jul 2011 10:07pm
ugh!
Frustration is what i feel when i am being picked apart by unnecessary comments. Sometimes things are just the way they are and a thinker will realize this instead blurting out negatively. Nit-picking something that doesn't fit your seemingly perfect view of how it should be is a useless waste of time and energy. A flaw is a good example of perfection seeing as how no one is perfect, and simply taking notice of this fact is beautiful in itself. By being frustrated i too am guilty of the same thing. While being picked apart i think of how this person should take a look in the mirror at their...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2010 8:28pm
23rd Dec 2010 8:28pm
Miss Direction
the sound of your heart beating
makes me hungry to eat it
only to spit it out in your face
it tasted good to me
but the intentions were
anything but right
lifeless you lay
infront of my eyes
bleeding out in pain
my heart feels this way
about you and all the
things that have been
stripped away with the
acid of your affection
infection begins to set in
rotting my core
while the stench smothers
my soul in the fumes
makes me hungry to eat it
only to spit it out in your face
it tasted good to me
but the intentions were
anything but right
lifeless you lay
infront of my eyes
bleeding out in pain
my heart feels this way
about you and all the
things that have been
stripped away with the
acid of your affection
infection begins to set in
rotting my core
while the stench smothers
my soul in the fumes
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2010 3:47am
20th Dec 2010 3:47am
meet my knife
i
watch you and laugh at your gang sign you display...you walk down the stairs in the
dark and throw it up high for all to see...your alone and i got a very sharp knife i want you to meet...i stab
you in the heart and watch you die as you bleed out infront of me...no witness to the crime i commit by murdering you silently...i go
home as i walk away from you drownding in your own pool of blood. MUTHERFUCKER!!!
watch you and laugh at your gang sign you display...you walk down the stairs in the
dark and throw it up high for all to see...your alone and i got a very sharp knife i want you to meet...i stab
you in the heart and watch you die as you bleed out infront of me...no witness to the crime i commit by murdering you silently...i go
home as i walk away from you drownding in your own pool of blood. MUTHERFUCKER!!!
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2010 7:59pm
14th Dec 2010 7:59pm
parable of life
here we find
ourselves in this parable of delight.
designed around us in this thing
we assume is our lives.
the control you feel, whether it is of you or by
you, is of no consequence.
we move forward to the end of it all and i
hope we can be free.
i claw my way up this rock cliff
breaking off finger nails.
when i am at the top i will be satisfied with it all.
i will look down and decide to fall back down.
i crash upon the rocks in a bloody mess with pieces of me everywhere.
no worries the crabs and fish will clean this up.
ourselves in this parable of delight.
designed around us in this thing
we assume is our lives.
the control you feel, whether it is of you or by
you, is of no consequence.
we move forward to the end of it all and i
hope we can be free.
i claw my way up this rock cliff
breaking off finger nails.
when i am at the top i will be satisfied with it all.
i will look down and decide to fall back down.
i crash upon the rocks in a bloody mess with pieces of me everywhere.
no worries the crabs and fish will clean this up.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2010 11:22pm
12th Dec 2010 11:22pm
chains of burden
while i sit in this chair i think about all the things in my life wondering
why i am sitting here right now with this rusty razor in my palm
nothing else really matters at this moment and physical pain doesnt exist
with my right hand i pinch between my fingers the blade and press it on my wrist
i see my skin pushed in and i begin to pull upward to the ditch
inch by beautiful inch i open my arm as if there was a zipper there
blood begins to run but not before i can see each layer of skin
as the blood drips to the floor and leaves my body
slowly i feel relief...
why i am sitting here right now with this rusty razor in my palm
nothing else really matters at this moment and physical pain doesnt exist
with my right hand i pinch between my fingers the blade and press it on my wrist
i see my skin pushed in and i begin to pull upward to the ditch
inch by beautiful inch i open my arm as if there was a zipper there
blood begins to run but not before i can see each layer of skin
as the blood drips to the floor and leaves my body
slowly i feel relief...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2010 9:19pm
11th Dec 2010 9:19pm
bad chemistry
i sit here and wonder why
it seems that its impossible
for tears to come from my eyes
i think deep and know its
a healthy release from pain
yet i feel no tears on my face
i am not sad at all
but feel i need a release
from these chains that hold me
i am bound and dont know
why i am unable to feel emotion
the pain is unberrable at times
i stand tall and smile
get up everyday and look forward
to what may surprise me
wanting to and being alive has always
been a goal to achieve for me while
my mind keeps...
it seems that its impossible
for tears to come from my eyes
i think deep and know its
a healthy release from pain
yet i feel no tears on my face
i am not sad at all
but feel i need a release
from these chains that hold me
i am bound and dont know
why i am unable to feel emotion
the pain is unberrable at times
i stand tall and smile
get up everyday and look forward
to what may surprise me
wanting to and being alive has always
been a goal to achieve for me while
my mind keeps...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2010 9:03pm
11th Dec 2010 9:03pm
sirens
slowly
i begin to shut people down
as they speak to me as if i care
one by one they fall away
like the skin i shed
daily from my body
as it falls away in little pices of me
you look me in the eyes
while i
am not there
listening to you is not a priority to me
i have a sound track playing
in my
head that speaks louder
than the sirens of the police that come to me
yell or scream if you want to
but i wont hear you
for the music sounds better to me.
i begin to shut people down
as they speak to me as if i care
one by one they fall away
like the skin i shed
daily from my body
as it falls away in little pices of me
you look me in the eyes
while i
am not there
listening to you is not a priority to me
i have a sound track playing
in my
head that speaks louder
than the sirens of the police that come to me
yell or scream if you want to
but i wont hear you
for the music sounds better to me.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2010 12:11pm
6th Dec 2010 12:11pm
molecular levels
i like to
slide
across
a razors edge
as i
feel my flesh
sliced through
paper thin
cut to
the bone and
feel every
millimeter as it
pierces
into each layer
of flesh
i feel it on a
molecular level as
atoms separate
yet are all
still
contained
even the blood that
drips
is atomic in scale
we are
just an
insignificant
species that happens
to be raised from
apes
dis these allusions
and gander at
the levels i create
slide
across
a razors edge
as i
feel my flesh
sliced through
paper thin
cut to
the bone and
feel every
millimeter as it
pierces
into each layer
of flesh
i feel it on a
molecular level as
atoms separate
yet are all
still
contained
even the blood that
drips
is atomic in scale
we are
just an
insignificant
species that happens
to be raised from
apes
dis these allusions
and gander at
the levels i create
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Dec 2010 9:30am
6th Dec 2010 9:30am
i touch my lips
i look at you
and want to rip
you apart
while my eyes
look you up and down
from the
top of
your head to
the tip of
your toes i will be
proud to say
that
not one inch
of your body
has been left
out
of my mouth
you will say oh
my god
as i reply
yes my dear
and continue to
please you
with every
touch
of my kiss
and want to rip
you apart
while my eyes
look you up and down
from the
top of
your head to
the tip of
your toes i will be
proud to say
that
not one inch
of your body
has been left
out
of my mouth
you will say oh
my god
as i reply
yes my dear
and continue to
please you
with every
touch
of my kiss
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