Submissions by AlexDaniel (Demonic Angel)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I might be me, but I might be you, who are you? but you can't be me. Alex is the name, pain is my game.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2014 00:49am
21st May 2014 00:49am
Think Happy Thought!
I’m in an addictive state of mind today.
And Yesterday for that matter.
I’m trying really hard to stay,
Out of that mindset today.
But when I close my eyes.
Instead of counting just by threes.
My eyes begin to wander,
On things that should mean nothing to me.
So until today passes.
I’ll shut my eyelids tight.
So that I’ll never have to burn.
At this stake i’ve sharpened myself.
That will cut me like a knife.
I am in an abusive mind set today.
And all week for that matter.
I’m trying really hard to say
Words that won’t...
And Yesterday for that matter.
I’m trying really hard to stay,
Out of that mindset today.
But when I close my eyes.
Instead of counting just by threes.
My eyes begin to wander,
On things that should mean nothing to me.
So until today passes.
I’ll shut my eyelids tight.
So that I’ll never have to burn.
At this stake i’ve sharpened myself.
That will cut me like a knife.
I am in an abusive mind set today.
And all week for that matter.
I’m trying really hard to say
Words that won’t...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 9:19am
3rd Jan 2014 9:19am
But I don't mind.
She tells me she's not like me.
Tells me time and time again that she's normal.
She whispers these words as if they were a prayer.
A cry for help to the very god she claims to worship.
But I don't mind, no. I never mind.
She tells me she's sain.
But the scars on her wrist say other wise.
Her records tell a completely different story.
She's tried twice so far and doesn't think I've noticed.
But ropes tend to leave burns and depresson leaves wounds.
But I don't mind, no. I never mind.
She tells me I'm sick.
Sick in the mind...
Tells me time and time again that she's normal.
She whispers these words as if they were a prayer.
A cry for help to the very god she claims to worship.
But I don't mind, no. I never mind.
She tells me she's sain.
But the scars on her wrist say other wise.
Her records tell a completely different story.
She's tried twice so far and doesn't think I've noticed.
But ropes tend to leave burns and depresson leaves wounds.
But I don't mind, no. I never mind.
She tells me I'm sick.
Sick in the mind...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Aug 2013 11:56pm
21st Aug 2013 11:56pm
To answer your questions...
To answer your questions.
No I was not insane.
My decision had nothing to do with you.
Yes I was traumatized but aren't we all?
You just chose to live with it while I didn't.
I suppose you can call me a fool now since you were to afraid to say it while I was breathing.
Truthfully I'm not one hundred percent sure why I did it.
Maybe it was to hurt you.
Maybe it was just to humor myself.
Like I said I wasn't sure.
Honestly the real fool here is you though.
I'm smart enough to realize that this wasn't making me happy so I stopped before it made me hurt...
No I was not insane.
My decision had nothing to do with you.
Yes I was traumatized but aren't we all?
You just chose to live with it while I didn't.
I suppose you can call me a fool now since you were to afraid to say it while I was breathing.
Truthfully I'm not one hundred percent sure why I did it.
Maybe it was to hurt you.
Maybe it was just to humor myself.
Like I said I wasn't sure.
Honestly the real fool here is you though.
I'm smart enough to realize that this wasn't making me happy so I stopped before it made me hurt...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 5:05am
15th Aug 2013 5:05am
Take your lies elsewhere
I'm truly sorry but you see,
I'm not myself today.
Or yesterday.
Or the day before if we're being honest.
What your seeing right now,
That's my mask.
It's put up for people just like you.
People who suck the will to live right out of me.
With your problems And all your god damn crying.
Stop forcing your emotions onto me!
Can you not see I'm just like you?
I just hide it better.
Whats the difference between you and me?
Well you see I don't take kindly to sympathetic lies telling me itll be fine.
Because I know as well as you do it won't.
I'm not myself today.
Or yesterday.
Or the day before if we're being honest.
What your seeing right now,
That's my mask.
It's put up for people just like you.
People who suck the will to live right out of me.
With your problems And all your god damn crying.
Stop forcing your emotions onto me!
Can you not see I'm just like you?
I just hide it better.
Whats the difference between you and me?
Well you see I don't take kindly to sympathetic lies telling me itll be fine.
Because I know as well as you do it won't.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 4:31pm
13th Aug 2013 4:31pm
Falling for and from Grace
Wolves of Mercy Falls tribute
I slept away most of the winter.
So I wouldn't see the snow.
All though its pull alluring,
I don't want to go back home.
And though I might feel like myself in this false coat.
I know it's not who I am.
Sam I am.
Sam is me.
How can this curse be so strong?
I am Sam.. I am Sam... I am Sam..
This thing I am can't be holy.
How can I not remember the drop from heaven?
I don't know anymore.
Why they brought me to this place.
Always questions left unanswered.
As soon as summer ends.
The painful...
I slept away most of the winter.
So I wouldn't see the snow.
All though its pull alluring,
I don't want to go back home.
And though I might feel like myself in this false coat.
I know it's not who I am.
Sam I am.
Sam is me.
How can this curse be so strong?
I am Sam.. I am Sam... I am Sam..
This thing I am can't be holy.
How can I not remember the drop from heaven?
I don't know anymore.
Why they brought me to this place.
Always questions left unanswered.
As soon as summer ends.
The painful...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 5:53am
13th Aug 2013 5:53am
"Winning."
Driven into madness with the spin of a finger.
He was diagnosed with insanity, the condition quickly hidden.
All though he is loosing his mind to the public eye, he was for some reason still considered winning.
He was diagnosed with insanity, the condition quickly hidden.
All though he is loosing his mind to the public eye, he was for some reason still considered winning.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2013 5:46am
13th Aug 2013 5:46am
Losing myself..
I no longer feel the hunger that I used to.
in my body. In My soul.
I see myself losing more of me everyday.
They whispered silently. "When did she become so sunken?"
Like I couldn't hear them.
But I could.
And I still can.
To be honest I'm not sure when this started.
And No mom this isn't your fault..
Would the world just mind their own business for once and shut the fucking hell up?
I can hear their ridicule.
I can hear their snickers.
I can taste the judgment on their tongue.
If I can hear them so clearly then why do I see...
in my body. In My soul.
I see myself losing more of me everyday.
They whispered silently. "When did she become so sunken?"
Like I couldn't hear them.
But I could.
And I still can.
To be honest I'm not sure when this started.
And No mom this isn't your fault..
Would the world just mind their own business for once and shut the fucking hell up?
I can hear their ridicule.
I can hear their snickers.
I can taste the judgment on their tongue.
If I can hear them so clearly then why do I see...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 00:35am
22nd May 2013 00:35am
Thought you were dead..
I woke up this morning thinking you were dead.
I was lost for a moment thinking it's a shame.
As I had no tears left to shed.
I was lost for a moment thinking it's a shame.
As I had no tears left to shed.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 00:34am
22nd May 2013 00:34am
Stolen
I have done nothing, yet I am here.
In this place that you call prison.
I am innocent of the charges you put me under.
The sad thing is that I have had something very important to me stolen.
And I can’t find it here.
It is my heart.
In this place that you call prison.
I am innocent of the charges you put me under.
The sad thing is that I have had something very important to me stolen.
And I can’t find it here.
It is my heart.
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STORY POEM
Published
8th May 2013 00:37am
8th May 2013 00:37am
Drowning
Out of the night that covers me.
Into a place where the water lays deep.
In this place it is too dark to swim.
But the overpowering water pulls you in.
The moon reflection mesmerises.
While the cool wind gnaws at your skin.
I should not draw closer.
But I do anyway.
I know I should leave.
But I can’t help but stay.
What is this place that I have found?
That has no movement.
That has no sound.
It draws me under,under deep.
To where only the dead lay to sleep.
My eyes burned.
Burned as I went...
Into a place where the water lays deep.
In this place it is too dark to swim.
But the overpowering water pulls you in.
The moon reflection mesmerises.
While the cool wind gnaws at your skin.
I should not draw closer.
But I do anyway.
I know I should leave.
But I can’t help but stay.
What is this place that I have found?
That has no movement.
That has no sound.
It draws me under,under deep.
To where only the dead lay to sleep.
My eyes burned.
Burned as I went...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2013 00:40am
7th May 2013 00:40am
Black Bird
The strange bird sings.
But only at night.
Imagine it´s voice, beautiful with a hint of fright.
I wonder why it´s afraid.
It´s eyes pierced into you.
Seemingly trying to stab you with it´s glare.
If you try to shoo it with your hand it won´t really care.
Over time I have come to realize that the bird was blind.
But it still follows you with its eyes.
Trying to see what wasn't there.
But only at night.
Imagine it´s voice, beautiful with a hint of fright.
I wonder why it´s afraid.
It´s eyes pierced into you.
Seemingly trying to stab you with it´s glare.
If you try to shoo it with your hand it won´t really care.
Over time I have come to realize that the bird was blind.
But it still follows you with its eyes.
Trying to see what wasn't there.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2013 3:33pm
5th May 2013 3:33pm
Lost
Can you help me?
Maps can not assist me, as I’ve lost myself.
And I can’t seem to find my way.
Will I ever locate myself again?
Maps can not assist me, as I’ve lost myself.
Will I ever locate myself again?
It’s a shame that it’s the easiest thing to lose.
And yet the hardest to find.
It’s a shame that it’s the easiest thing to lose.
But alas, there is no gps to lead me there.
And yet the hardest to find.
I wonder how long it’s been since I was whole.
But alas, there is no gps to lead me there.
I’m still on a wild goose chase...
Maps can not assist me, as I’ve lost myself.
And I can’t seem to find my way.
Will I ever locate myself again?
Maps can not assist me, as I’ve lost myself.
Will I ever locate myself again?
It’s a shame that it’s the easiest thing to lose.
And yet the hardest to find.
It’s a shame that it’s the easiest thing to lose.
But alas, there is no gps to lead me there.
And yet the hardest to find.
I wonder how long it’s been since I was whole.
But alas, there is no gps to lead me there.
I’m still on a wild goose chase...
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