Submissions by Anguis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2015 1:18am
24th Apr 2015 1:18am
Helping or Hitting?
I see you sitting on the floor
Against the wall, shaking.
I want to help you,
I try.
But it seems that each concerned statement
Translates to an angry scream.
That each extended hand
Is another hit.
All I want to do is help you up
But all I seem to do is push you farther down.
Against the wall, shaking.
I want to help you,
I try.
But it seems that each concerned statement
Translates to an angry scream.
That each extended hand
Is another hit.
All I want to do is help you up
But all I seem to do is push you farther down.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2015 12:56pm
17th Mar 2015 12:56pm
The Sounds of Execution
The dull thud of leather boots
Hitting the wooden steps with each climbing stumble.
The jeering and yelling of the audience
As the man walks up the creaking planks.
The slight metallic scratching
As the steel guillotine is raised.
The heavy thump of the wooden restraint
Forcing the man’s head underneath the blade.
The monotonous voice of the prosecutor
Reading from a weathered paper why the man is to die.
The slight whir of the rope as it is released,
And the sickening thwack of the guillotine
Separating the man’s head from his body.
The...
Hitting the wooden steps with each climbing stumble.
The jeering and yelling of the audience
As the man walks up the creaking planks.
The slight metallic scratching
As the steel guillotine is raised.
The heavy thump of the wooden restraint
Forcing the man’s head underneath the blade.
The monotonous voice of the prosecutor
Reading from a weathered paper why the man is to die.
The slight whir of the rope as it is released,
And the sickening thwack of the guillotine
Separating the man’s head from his body.
The...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 11:48pm
29th Dec 2014 11:48pm
Promises
I promised I wouldn’t.
I want to keep it.
But it’s so tempting.
The elegant sharpness of the blade.
The pain I get when I slice.
Every drop of blood,
Every bit of pain,
I deserve.
I hate that I’ve done it again.
But I couldn’t resist.
I just wanted to feel better.
I want to keep it.
But it’s so tempting.
The elegant sharpness of the blade.
The pain I get when I slice.
Every drop of blood,
Every bit of pain,
I deserve.
I hate that I’ve done it again.
But I couldn’t resist.
I just wanted to feel better.
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2014 11:44pm
29th Dec 2014 11:44pm
Failure
I can’t do anything right.
I try, I really do.
I want to help.
All I do is mess up.
I’m a failure.
You say I help,
But how,
When it’s obvious that I keep hurting you?
Maybe,
I can help if I punish myself.
I want to.
I want to so badly.
I just need a way how.
I try, I really do.
I want to help.
All I do is mess up.
I’m a failure.
You say I help,
But how,
When it’s obvious that I keep hurting you?
Maybe,
I can help if I punish myself.
I want to.
I want to so badly.
I just need a way how.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 00:39am
23rd Dec 2014 00:39am
Your Plans
I know your plans.
You have mentioned them to me many times.
You speak of them casually,
As if any average person
Plans to kill themselves in twenty years.
But do not think that it comes without consequence.
Each day,
Knowing these plans scalds my mind,
Each thought tainted with despair.
The words “Nothing really matters”
Echo throughout my head.
I do not know if I can help at all in two decades,
But die knowing what you have done,
And whom you have killed.
You have mentioned them to me many times.
You speak of them casually,
As if any average person
Plans to kill themselves in twenty years.
But do not think that it comes without consequence.
Each day,
Knowing these plans scalds my mind,
Each thought tainted with despair.
The words “Nothing really matters”
Echo throughout my head.
I do not know if I can help at all in two decades,
But die knowing what you have done,
And whom you have killed.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 00:28am
23rd Dec 2014 00:28am
Maybe
I can never be perfect.
I try so hard,
Yet I can't help anyone.
I’m a waste of space.
I’m told that I’m worth something,
But how is that true
When I can't ever seem
To help someone?
My friends have helped me so much,
But it seems that I can’t ever help them.
Maybe if I just stop bothering them,
Fade out of their life until I’m gone,
I won’t be a problem anymore.
Maybe that’s how I can help.
I try so hard,
Yet I can't help anyone.
I’m a waste of space.
I’m told that I’m worth something,
But how is that true
When I can't ever seem
To help someone?
My friends have helped me so much,
But it seems that I can’t ever help them.
Maybe if I just stop bothering them,
Fade out of their life until I’m gone,
I won’t be a problem anymore.
Maybe that’s how I can help.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Dec 2014 11:36pm
17th Dec 2014 11:36pm
What It's Like To Be Depressed
It’s a pain on the inside.
Never ceasing, even when it should.
You know you should be happy.
After all, many others have it worse than you do.
Yet you can’t get away from it.
Sometimes, you forget that it’s there,
But it never really leaves.
Trying to run from it only makes it worse.
The more you struggle,
The more it slowly pulls you in.
It quietly consumes you,
Trying to take away anything that makes you happy.
But eventually, you learn how to fight it,
How to ebb away at what used to control you,
What was you.
But even then,...
Never ceasing, even when it should.
You know you should be happy.
After all, many others have it worse than you do.
Yet you can’t get away from it.
Sometimes, you forget that it’s there,
But it never really leaves.
Trying to run from it only makes it worse.
The more you struggle,
The more it slowly pulls you in.
It quietly consumes you,
Trying to take away anything that makes you happy.
But eventually, you learn how to fight it,
How to ebb away at what used to control you,
What was you.
But even then,...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Jun 2014 00:40am
30th Jun 2014 00:40am
Alone
Alone.
What is this word to you?
Perhaps it is a time to think.
To get work done.
Maybe even relax a little.
Enjoy yourself.
Go ahead.
But to me,
To be alone
Is to be ripped from the only thing
That keeps me alive.
For when I am alone,
I look upon myself,
And feel hatred.
When I am alone,
And away from the one
That makes me whole,
I feel torn apart,
Like I’m slowly
Slowly
Losing
Myself…
What is this word to you?
Perhaps it is a time to think.
To get work done.
Maybe even relax a little.
Enjoy yourself.
Go ahead.
But to me,
To be alone
Is to be ripped from the only thing
That keeps me alive.
For when I am alone,
I look upon myself,
And feel hatred.
When I am alone,
And away from the one
That makes me whole,
I feel torn apart,
Like I’m slowly
Slowly
Losing
Myself…
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jun 2014 2:35am
29th Jun 2014 2:35am
End It All
Some people may say
To take what life throws as you
And continue on,
No matter what.
But to hell what they say.
Today we decide what we do.
Because the bearable just became
The unbearable.
They cannot see our struggle,
The pain that each breath causes,
The fact that living causes agony.
They think it is easy,
To get over these thoughts.
But to us,
We know otherwise.
We do not want to continue.
We want it to end.
We want it to all
Fucking end.
To take what life throws as you
And continue on,
No matter what.
But to hell what they say.
Today we decide what we do.
Because the bearable just became
The unbearable.
They cannot see our struggle,
The pain that each breath causes,
The fact that living causes agony.
They think it is easy,
To get over these thoughts.
But to us,
We know otherwise.
We do not want to continue.
We want it to end.
We want it to all
Fucking end.
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 4:55am
26th Jun 2014 4:55am
Tethers
Everyone has a reason to live,
a tether, if you will,
To life and stability.
Some are stronger than others,
but none are invincible.
Sometimes,
that tether will snap,
and everything will come
crashing
down.
a tether, if you will,
To life and stability.
Some are stronger than others,
but none are invincible.
Sometimes,
that tether will snap,
and everything will come
crashing
down.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jun 2014 1:24am
17th Jun 2014 1:24am
Can't You Let Me Die?
Have I not been punished enough?
I know that living,
For me,
Is a horrible crime, and
Trust me, I want to fix it.
But when I am hurt,
Cut,
And beaten
Every day,
Can’t you let me cry?
Can’t you let me scream?
Can’t you let me die?
I know that living,
For me,
Is a horrible crime, and
Trust me, I want to fix it.
But when I am hurt,
Cut,
And beaten
Every day,
Can’t you let me cry?
Can’t you let me scream?
Can’t you let me die?
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 11:16pm
4th Jun 2014 11:16pm
Pain
What is pain to you?
Pain to a normal person
Is a scratched leg
A broken arm
A sprained knee.
Maybe the feeling
Of losing a loved one
To death.
What is pain to me?
To me,
Pain is the last emotion,
Shown after all else is worn away.
When there is nothing left to feel,
There is pain.
At the darkest hour
Of the night,
As the tears fall
And the blood flows
Pain is all I feel.
Pain to a normal person
Is a scratched leg
A broken arm
A sprained knee.
Maybe the feeling
Of losing a loved one
To death.
What is pain to me?
To me,
Pain is the last emotion,
Shown after all else is worn away.
When there is nothing left to feel,
There is pain.
At the darkest hour
Of the night,
As the tears fall
And the blood flows
Pain is all I feel.
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