Submissions by Angel_Of_Darkness (Rune L)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 6:06pm
1st Apr 2013 6:06pm
The Peace Offering
He walks up to you, ready to forgive.
You roll your eyes as he isn't looking.
His intents are good as any, his heart as fragile as glass.
He says he's sorry for what he's done, knowing he didn't do it.
"I really have to go now," you lie to his naive ear.
He knows better than that, but simply stares as you leave.
The day's flown by, you head for home.
You open your door to find a menacing figure.
There you find his body lying in a puddle of blood.
His skin is torn off, and he holds out his dripping heart
In an arm that's only bone.
You...
You roll your eyes as he isn't looking.
His intents are good as any, his heart as fragile as glass.
He says he's sorry for what he's done, knowing he didn't do it.
"I really have to go now," you lie to his naive ear.
He knows better than that, but simply stares as you leave.
The day's flown by, you head for home.
You open your door to find a menacing figure.
There you find his body lying in a puddle of blood.
His skin is torn off, and he holds out his dripping heart
In an arm that's only bone.
You...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 2:02pm
1st Apr 2013 2:02pm
Home
Will you follow me into the dark?
Can you trust me that well?
Will you believe in my broken heart?
Can you stay, just for a spell?
This place is my home,
So make yourself cozy.
This is where I can be alone,
So may you now see:
That I need you,
More than you can know;
That I need you,
More than I can show;
That I want you,
More than you can see;
That I want you,
More than you believe
I want you to--
I NEED you to
Call this place home
So that I'm not alone
Call me into the dark
So I'll...
Can you trust me that well?
Will you believe in my broken heart?
Can you stay, just for a spell?
This place is my home,
So make yourself cozy.
This is where I can be alone,
So may you now see:
That I need you,
More than you can know;
That I need you,
More than I can show;
That I want you,
More than you can see;
That I want you,
More than you believe
I want you to--
I NEED you to
Call this place home
So that I'm not alone
Call me into the dark
So I'll...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 4:24am
1st Apr 2013 4:24am
The Mirror and the Ghost
I am the mirror, shattered and broken,
Waiting for someone
To put Humpty together again.
I ask myself--and whoever's up there--
Does anybody,
Just anybody care?
I hear the glass I call my heart shatter inside me,
My blood rushes to my feet
As gravity overcomes me.
I saw the mountaintop, clear in sight,
But then it disappeared,
Like a thief in the night.
I wish I'd seen the avalanche, so mighty and so great,
But blind I was to the large white mass,
'Til it was too late.
I am the mirror, shattered and broken,
Waiting for someone...
Waiting for someone
To put Humpty together again.
I ask myself--and whoever's up there--
Does anybody,
Just anybody care?
I hear the glass I call my heart shatter inside me,
My blood rushes to my feet
As gravity overcomes me.
I saw the mountaintop, clear in sight,
But then it disappeared,
Like a thief in the night.
I wish I'd seen the avalanche, so mighty and so great,
But blind I was to the large white mass,
'Til it was too late.
I am the mirror, shattered and broken,
Waiting for someone...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 2:18am
1st Apr 2013 2:18am
The Darkest Secret
I hold inside me a secret deeper than the sea, blacker than crude,
A story violent and disturbing but I could not have let it out in a manner more rude.
Hidden for so many years, my fury has laid dormant waiting to be awakened,
But once it was, the relief was nonexistent and I only felt naked.
The past has always haunted me but now more than ever,
My rage has now terminated all of my endeavors.
After four years of torture, in which I never told on myself, my fuse has worn down,
And now I lay on the guillotine, my own creation, but for a change in verdict I...
A story violent and disturbing but I could not have let it out in a manner more rude.
Hidden for so many years, my fury has laid dormant waiting to be awakened,
But once it was, the relief was nonexistent and I only felt naked.
The past has always haunted me but now more than ever,
My rage has now terminated all of my endeavors.
After four years of torture, in which I never told on myself, my fuse has worn down,
And now I lay on the guillotine, my own creation, but for a change in verdict I...
874 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 7:24pm
31st Mar 2013 7:24pm
Slipping
Slipping under,
Rolling thunder,
Slipping closer,
Rolling over.
Falling into the hole and its darkness,
Held so far away from the light.
Falling into the hands of the heartless,
Held so incredibly tight by the night.
Hold my hand, baby,
But only for a second.
Hold my hand baby,
But know how it will end.
This death beyond all death
Will consume you next.
This dying breath
Will bring you in next.
Innocently I was dragged down,
Because of course we all must go.
Innocently I brought you down,
Because I...
Rolling thunder,
Slipping closer,
Rolling over.
Falling into the hole and its darkness,
Held so far away from the light.
Falling into the hands of the heartless,
Held so incredibly tight by the night.
Hold my hand, baby,
But only for a second.
Hold my hand baby,
But know how it will end.
This death beyond all death
Will consume you next.
This dying breath
Will bring you in next.
Innocently I was dragged down,
Because of course we all must go.
Innocently I brought you down,
Because I...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 2:15am
26th Mar 2013 2:15am
All Life Brings
The life of a peasant is all I've seen,
But more there is to life--I guarantee!--
Than sleep and work and hunger pangs,
The rags on our backs, but it's all life brings...
To me.
I know I have to reach out for these things,
But it's a song no one before me sang.
All those people have marvelous things,
But all I have is... all life brings...
To me.
So out I'll reach,
Till I fill that need,
That hunger for something,
Something that will be more than all life brings...
To me.
I put forth my hand into the fire of hurt,...
But more there is to life--I guarantee!--
Than sleep and work and hunger pangs,
The rags on our backs, but it's all life brings...
To me.
I know I have to reach out for these things,
But it's a song no one before me sang.
All those people have marvelous things,
But all I have is... all life brings...
To me.
So out I'll reach,
Till I fill that need,
That hunger for something,
Something that will be more than all life brings...
To me.
I put forth my hand into the fire of hurt,...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 00:38am
26th Mar 2013 00:38am
Oh My...
Oh my dearest heartache,
How I love you so.
Oh my dearest heartbreak,
How I wish you wouldn't go.
Oh my dearest love,
How I hate you so.
Oh your kisses from above,
How they make me glow.
I glow with fury, glow with rage,
Hate your guts, although you say,
"I love you," at point blank range,
Hate you and all your ways.
Oh my, how I'd kill you
If ever I got the chance.
Oh my, how you'd hate me too,
If only I had the chance.
Because I love you,
And love is weakness,
So I hate you,
Oh my...
How I love you so.
Oh my dearest heartbreak,
How I wish you wouldn't go.
Oh my dearest love,
How I hate you so.
Oh your kisses from above,
How they make me glow.
I glow with fury, glow with rage,
Hate your guts, although you say,
"I love you," at point blank range,
Hate you and all your ways.
Oh my, how I'd kill you
If ever I got the chance.
Oh my, how you'd hate me too,
If only I had the chance.
Because I love you,
And love is weakness,
So I hate you,
Oh my...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 3:59am
2nd Mar 2013 3:59am
Forever Is Over
We used to have something, you and me,
But now it's long gone, you see.
We said we'd love each other forever, for better or worse,
But now I loathe myself forever for ever saying those words.
Till death do we part...
Well that's a start!
Till I kill you it means,
Well, that's how it seems.
I get so sick of you hounding me,
Can't you take a hint, dude?
I get so sick of you pounding me,
Can't I even make a dent in you?
I said I'd love you forever?
Well forever is OVER my friend!
I said I'd love you for worse or for better?...
But now it's long gone, you see.
We said we'd love each other forever, for better or worse,
But now I loathe myself forever for ever saying those words.
Till death do we part...
Well that's a start!
Till I kill you it means,
Well, that's how it seems.
I get so sick of you hounding me,
Can't you take a hint, dude?
I get so sick of you pounding me,
Can't I even make a dent in you?
I said I'd love you forever?
Well forever is OVER my friend!
I said I'd love you for worse or for better?...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 11:52pm
26th Feb 2013 11:52pm
Death of All Conception
What am I to you?
I'm not even alive.
What are you to do?
I'm every tear in your eyes.
Why would you kill me?
I'm all that's yours.
Why would you hurt me?
I'm not even born!
What have I done to you?
I haven't left your side.
What can I do for you?
I would give anything to be alive!
If I were real, would you kill me then?
If I were alive, how would you feel?
If I could talk, would you commit this great sin?
If I could breathe, would you kill me still?
I'm not even alive.
What are you to do?
I'm every tear in your eyes.
Why would you kill me?
I'm all that's yours.
Why would you hurt me?
I'm not even born!
What have I done to you?
I haven't left your side.
What can I do for you?
I would give anything to be alive!
If I were real, would you kill me then?
If I were alive, how would you feel?
If I could talk, would you commit this great sin?
If I could breathe, would you kill me still?
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 1:31pm
24th Feb 2013 1:31pm
Grafitti (Defaced encore)
Grafitti--the free works of someone else's art.
Grafitti--a priceless painting left as a gift, not on your doorstep, but on your walls.
Grafitti--the antique-to-be works of a famous artist's start.
Grafitti--a wise man's words, he couldn't afford paper so they are written in bathroom stalls.
You have taken my face from me, why shouldn't I deface what is yours?
By law you are permitted to shut me out and shun my personality.
You have dragged my name through mud, is that not enough reason to curse?
By law you have defamed me, living in total hypocrisy.
...
Grafitti--a priceless painting left as a gift, not on your doorstep, but on your walls.
Grafitti--the antique-to-be works of a famous artist's start.
Grafitti--a wise man's words, he couldn't afford paper so they are written in bathroom stalls.
You have taken my face from me, why shouldn't I deface what is yours?
By law you are permitted to shut me out and shun my personality.
You have dragged my name through mud, is that not enough reason to curse?
By law you have defamed me, living in total hypocrisy.
...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Feb 2013 2:53am
24th Feb 2013 2:53am
Untitled, chapter one, part one
(Note to reader: this is only a rough draft. I will edit this many times before I start chapter two.)
I sat in silence amidst the contents of an oversize shoe closet. Soon enough, Maria Canters would pass by, but I never call her that. As an assassin, I cannot afford the emotional attatchment that names invariably come with. Rather, I just call her, "the mark". Up to this point, I had done nothing wrong--I rigged the cameras to freeze and even relocked the door to reduce suspicion.
She would be home in only four minutes, and would immediately go upstairs with one...
I sat in silence amidst the contents of an oversize shoe closet. Soon enough, Maria Canters would pass by, but I never call her that. As an assassin, I cannot afford the emotional attatchment that names invariably come with. Rather, I just call her, "the mark". Up to this point, I had done nothing wrong--I rigged the cameras to freeze and even relocked the door to reduce suspicion.
She would be home in only four minutes, and would immediately go upstairs with one...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 10:40pm
23rd Feb 2013 10:40pm
You Wear Death Well
How many times have I told you, over and over again,
That your coat does not match your eyes?
How many times have I told you, throw it in the bin,
[and] That you would look better after you die?
Your abusive words, don't match your shoes.
You're such a jerk.
Your hair says you're not ready to lose,
[but] You're so insecure.
I've had enough of your mismatched clothes and acts,
I can't take it anymore.
I've prepared myself now to drop the axe,
I have allowed death to come knocking on your door.
I told you death would...
That your coat does not match your eyes?
How many times have I told you, throw it in the bin,
[and] That you would look better after you die?
Your abusive words, don't match your shoes.
You're such a jerk.
Your hair says you're not ready to lose,
[but] You're so insecure.
I've had enough of your mismatched clothes and acts,
I can't take it anymore.
I've prepared myself now to drop the axe,
I have allowed death to come knocking on your door.
I told you death would...
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