Submissions by AndreaNaulls (Porcelain Doll)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Life is a mystery, and so am I.
Relapse
Two years of fighting my fears. Tears roll down my face and I take the razor at a steady pace. Hasty the blade goes, fine lines it reminds me of a time. Desperate for control, I roll the joint and step back. Inhale, hold, and exhale.
Attack my self, living in my mind is not divine. A crime, the thoughts I have if I were to act them out in reality. Another few months in rehab...it may have to be. Feel the pain, see the tearing,and the dark color. It feels wonderful.
Control in my own hands once again.
Then I wake up. The smoke clears and I have fought my fears. The...
Attack my self, living in my mind is not divine. A crime, the thoughts I have if I were to act them out in reality. Another few months in rehab...it may have to be. Feel the pain, see the tearing,and the dark color. It feels wonderful.
Control in my own hands once again.
Then I wake up. The smoke clears and I have fought my fears. The...
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The Ex will be Axed.
You tortured me.
I am left helpless, but soon your body parts will be countless.
One by one I'll pry your teeth out.
No more talking shit, that is what its all about.
With out one doubt, you'll be my doll.
Watching you crawl in pain, my victory has began.
You used me, you lied.
You beat me, left me to die.
You are a man now, a man of despise.
So with this hatchet I cut your limbs.
A needle so thin, lethal injection has yet to begin.
With this rope you are left to choke.
My fun has begun and the shit talking has stopped. ...
I am left helpless, but soon your body parts will be countless.
One by one I'll pry your teeth out.
No more talking shit, that is what its all about.
With out one doubt, you'll be my doll.
Watching you crawl in pain, my victory has began.
You used me, you lied.
You beat me, left me to die.
You are a man now, a man of despise.
So with this hatchet I cut your limbs.
A needle so thin, lethal injection has yet to begin.
With this rope you are left to choke.
My fun has begun and the shit talking has stopped. ...
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A clearing in the fog
"Tears fall, our heads drop to the ground. Fears are fought because anything can be defeated. Conscious decision's may be hard to suspend....but they do exist and we must not resist. I allow my thoughts to run free with my mind, to a place no one but me will find. Allow me to run in the rain and be a child once more again. Eyes remain glossy with useless thoughts, we fought for the drug but it has to stop. The fog clears our minds, but each time we take a hit...the addiction grows stronger and we make no profit."
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Unexplained Feelings
Your eyes meet mine, are lips touch,this is pleasantly defying.Your eyes have me frozen, so beautiful and unique, its as if my heart is leaking out what was never meant to be.Your worth every minute of my time, and thats not a lie. The way my head rested on your chest, made me feel fine. You take my breath when you just say hi. This is a lie, the thought of you and I. I like you alot, so nervous to say anything, my words I allow to rot into nothing. You worth more than money, your worth my heartbreak, your worth my tears. If you go away, I'd wait here still for many years.
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My friend, this will be the end.
I'm screaming no out loud, another mental break down is at its peak.No one can hear the pain I hold bound deep inside. An old friend I've kept in my closet, a rusty little razor is all I have. I place my friend close to my skin and start to begin the past movement. Its stops quickly, I'am better than this. SoI take a second to think of all the times I've done it, it started ten years ago, butdo I want it? I can't go back, I need to move on. I'am sorry my friend, we can't go on. You were only here for me when I wanted you, I don't need that so I'am moving on.
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Baby f**ker (Part 2) The painful ending.
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Little Rusty Razor. (Friend)
One time, turned into one to many. A rusty old razor kept for my flesh. Knowing now that I may never get through this, I now know I can never look back. I rock my self back and forth, the music so loud you cant hear the razor ripping the skin. This is my drug, my high. to feel this burn and see blood rushing out. This is my way out of hell, but the only problem its making me ill. The scars I feel, raised and pink, all on my arms, my thigh, burnt deep into my mind. I keep my friend hidden where they least expect to find, that rusty little razor is ingraved deep in my thigh. When I feel that...
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Baby f**ker
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The Porcelain Doll
Sitting in a corner of a old beat up shop, sits a beautiful porcelain doll willing to risk a drop. To be loved and taken off her self, never to be bought new and pure, and returned used. This porcelain doll with a face so white and hair so fine, is a doll with a heart more than gold, waiting for the one to share it with. With a heart that sings as you turn and twist a little knob to her music box, she will sing like an angel. This porcelain doll is afraid to break, but is willing to risk a crack that runs across her beautiful face. As the store lights turn off, its chilly as she sits alone in...
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