Submissions by BlackRose_Mira (trashcat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
to love as if to burn; to grieve as if to drown
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2012 11:56am
3rd Oct 2012 11:56am
To Please The World
wasting ink
wasting blood
wasting life
'cause I'm a waste
a waste of time
a waste of space
a waste of blood
a waste of life
a waste of ink
of life, of darkness
A waste of energy,
effort, light
I am meaningless,
unwanted
I am hated, trashed
unloved
I'll be straight
out of your radar
I'll be going, going,
gone
It's a waste
a waste of time
I've been long gone
I won't be found
wasting blood
wasting life
'cause I'm a waste
a waste of time
a waste of space
a waste of blood
a waste of life
a waste of ink
of life, of darkness
A waste of energy,
effort, light
I am meaningless,
unwanted
I am hated, trashed
unloved
I'll be straight
out of your radar
I'll be going, going,
gone
It's a waste
a waste of time
I've been long gone
I won't be found
685 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 8:52am
25th Sep 2012 8:52am
Crawling
Down the mountains
In the valleys
through the forest
Something lurks
Something dark
without a face
without a heart
without a soul
It is empty,
hollow, void
It feels no pain
and no emotion
It is coming
for you and me
it is watching
stalking, looking
It will plant fear
deep in your soul
you'll never escape
not a chance
It is there
outside your window
it is there
under your bed
It is watching
from your wardrobe
it is closer
than you know
it's here,...
In the valleys
through the forest
Something lurks
Something dark
without a face
without a heart
without a soul
It is empty,
hollow, void
It feels no pain
and no emotion
It is coming
for you and me
it is watching
stalking, looking
It will plant fear
deep in your soul
you'll never escape
not a chance
It is there
outside your window
it is there
under your bed
It is watching
from your wardrobe
it is closer
than you know
it's here,...
719 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2012 11:52am
14th Aug 2012 11:52am
Along the wire
Split the night
a weak pulse screaming
a slender tendril reaching
for you, for me
the dark anger seething
the heart not beating
the eyes not looking
the ears not hearing
the whole world darkening
the candle not lit
the darkness killing light
a lover in a fight
the child trapped in fright
all in one day
the clock ticks backwards
back in time
along the wire
when nothing existed
and all. Is. Still.
a weak pulse screaming
a slender tendril reaching
for you, for me
the dark anger seething
the heart not beating
the eyes not looking
the ears not hearing
the whole world darkening
the candle not lit
the darkness killing light
a lover in a fight
the child trapped in fright
all in one day
the clock ticks backwards
back in time
along the wire
when nothing existed
and all. Is. Still.
723 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2012 3:51pm
14th May 2012 3:51pm
The End
The streets engulfed in shadows
The lonely streets of doom
Lined with bodies hung on gallows
Here, Death's presence looms
The path that leads to nowhere
but the afterlife
People have the same fate shared
Shot, strangled, or stabbed by a knife
Love is non-existent
Unlike hate and greed
They won't stay resilient
They've abandoned their creed
Loneliness haunts all our minds
Never an exception
Humanity has left us blind
And left mass devastation
The angels fall, the demons rise
And those in...
The lonely streets of doom
Lined with bodies hung on gallows
Here, Death's presence looms
The path that leads to nowhere
but the afterlife
People have the same fate shared
Shot, strangled, or stabbed by a knife
Love is non-existent
Unlike hate and greed
They won't stay resilient
They've abandoned their creed
Loneliness haunts all our minds
Never an exception
Humanity has left us blind
And left mass devastation
The angels fall, the demons rise
And those in...
841 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th May 2012 3:21pm
13th May 2012 3:21pm
Anxiety Of A Recluse
tick-tick-tock
this clock doesn't tick right
the rhythm is messed up
as so is my mind
as so is your life
as so is our existence
do the same old ceilings push you to boredom?
do the same four walls frustrate you of plainness?
now tell yourself, what are you going to do about this?
I know what is whizzing in your mind
yes, paint the walls with blood
decorate your life with blood-red and pitch-black
the color of passion,
and darkness
and death
does the repetition of your routines make you implode of anger?
and death seems like a...
this clock doesn't tick right
the rhythm is messed up
as so is my mind
as so is your life
as so is our existence
do the same old ceilings push you to boredom?
do the same four walls frustrate you of plainness?
now tell yourself, what are you going to do about this?
I know what is whizzing in your mind
yes, paint the walls with blood
decorate your life with blood-red and pitch-black
the color of passion,
and darkness
and death
does the repetition of your routines make you implode of anger?
and death seems like a...
855 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 4:49pm
25th Apr 2012 4:49pm
Shadowland
"clang" says the clock as night turns to morn
when one still couldn't fall asleep
afraid of the things that await
alas, it is to no avail
the black embraces one in sleep
and drags one down to the other side
where desolation owns the victory
the land where branches of dead trees rise
like frail, desperate fingers to the woeful sky
the land of fright and fear, where hate and anger
infect one's mind like deadly bacteria
The burning embers in one's soul
shall once again become ignited
and the fiery inferno of hatred and depression...
when one still couldn't fall asleep
afraid of the things that await
alas, it is to no avail
the black embraces one in sleep
and drags one down to the other side
where desolation owns the victory
the land where branches of dead trees rise
like frail, desperate fingers to the woeful sky
the land of fright and fear, where hate and anger
infect one's mind like deadly bacteria
The burning embers in one's soul
shall once again become ignited
and the fiery inferno of hatred and depression...
728 reads
1 Comment
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