Submissions by BlackaToasty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Under every psycho, there may lie an artist.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2014 3:44am
19th Jan 2014 3:44am
Chin up, little soldier
Dark times come and go,
Its a part of the curse called life,
But the dark times aren't here to stay,
And that's a promise I can keep.
i know at times the pain can be engulfing,
And the light can be dimming,
To the point where there's nothings shining,
And only death feels welcoming.
But before you do something tragic,
That will leave this world in pain,
heartbreak, and tears,
For all of eternity,
Chin up, my little soldier,
For I will be your light and guidance, ...
Its a part of the curse called life,
But the dark times aren't here to stay,
And that's a promise I can keep.
i know at times the pain can be engulfing,
And the light can be dimming,
To the point where there's nothings shining,
And only death feels welcoming.
But before you do something tragic,
That will leave this world in pain,
heartbreak, and tears,
For all of eternity,
Chin up, my little soldier,
For I will be your light and guidance, ...
961 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 8:04pm
18th Jan 2014 8:04pm
Mirror
With my few short years on this dimension
Ive come to notice that im more a mirror
Than a human being
Some would call me "The All Seeing Eye"
But I have seen things The Eye even wouldn't want to see
You name it, Ive witnessed it
From the horrid tragedy's
To the joyful holidays
And everywhere in between
I have also seen the personality's within people I meet
Ive seen the suicidal girl
Ive seen the confident jock
Ive seen the successful business man
Ive seen the loving couple
But for some reason,
It doesn't matter...
Ive come to notice that im more a mirror
Than a human being
Some would call me "The All Seeing Eye"
But I have seen things The Eye even wouldn't want to see
You name it, Ive witnessed it
From the horrid tragedy's
To the joyful holidays
And everywhere in between
I have also seen the personality's within people I meet
Ive seen the suicidal girl
Ive seen the confident jock
Ive seen the successful business man
Ive seen the loving couple
But for some reason,
It doesn't matter...
654 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 7:05am
18th Jan 2014 7:05am
I am dying
I am dying
On the outside im isolating,
On the inside im deteriorating,
With horrid visions and voices,
Psychosis sets in for good.
Hope has seemed to left me,
Depression beamed down on me.
The hibernating dark cloud stays now,
waiting to strike,
creating despair,
intimidating my soul,
aggravating my mind.
With the walls cracking,
creaking,
And crumbling,
Their coming down for the better.
Terror of the hurtful judgement,
Verbal strength remains,
Veins ripped and burned.
Oh the woes I have caused...
On the outside im isolating,
On the inside im deteriorating,
With horrid visions and voices,
Psychosis sets in for good.
Hope has seemed to left me,
Depression beamed down on me.
The hibernating dark cloud stays now,
waiting to strike,
creating despair,
intimidating my soul,
aggravating my mind.
With the walls cracking,
creaking,
And crumbling,
Their coming down for the better.
Terror of the hurtful judgement,
Verbal strength remains,
Veins ripped and burned.
Oh the woes I have caused...
671 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 1:06am
17th Jan 2014 1:06am
The jump
I wish it never happened,
I want to save you,
I need to go back to that day,
For it haunts me daily,
Killing me.
It seems that one day you're perfectly fine,
And the next you're on the roof line.
I prepare to open my mouth, with words planned carefully,
But beware, for the doubt of saying the wrong has caught up.
With fear flowing through my veins with every heartbeat,
Times running out, as the rains sing a lullaby,
The last lullaby she would bear.
With everything ill,
The kill switch is flipped,
Her foot slips. ...
I want to save you,
I need to go back to that day,
For it haunts me daily,
Killing me.
It seems that one day you're perfectly fine,
And the next you're on the roof line.
I prepare to open my mouth, with words planned carefully,
But beware, for the doubt of saying the wrong has caught up.
With fear flowing through my veins with every heartbeat,
Times running out, as the rains sing a lullaby,
The last lullaby she would bear.
With everything ill,
The kill switch is flipped,
Her foot slips. ...
772 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 5:26am
16th Jan 2014 5:26am
That one day
Everything was fine and dandy,
Everyone was happy and joyful,
With high hopes and bright futures,
Until that one day.
That one day that everyone never knew was coming,
Where we were stripped of our rights,
Valuables stolen by uniforms,
And thrown into cells.
That one day that destroyed everyone,
And crushed their dreams into shattered pieces,
Waiting to be picked up.
Guilty by association,
Released on the box.
Punished for something I didn't do,
Forced to no contact,
They took her from me,
Why am I being punished?...
Everyone was happy and joyful,
With high hopes and bright futures,
Until that one day.
That one day that everyone never knew was coming,
Where we were stripped of our rights,
Valuables stolen by uniforms,
And thrown into cells.
That one day that destroyed everyone,
And crushed their dreams into shattered pieces,
Waiting to be picked up.
Guilty by association,
Released on the box.
Punished for something I didn't do,
Forced to no contact,
They took her from me,
Why am I being punished?...
638 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 6:26am
15th Jan 2014 6:26am
Hard
For once easy and simple tasks,
Are becoming painful and hard.
Becoming slower and slower the longer it continues
Eating and tearing away at my mind.
Getting out of bed, now hard.
As the day goes on im just an empty shell
Dead inside
As night falls, the demons come out
Alone, I cry my self to sleep
Breathing now painful and hard
I carry out the daily routine
Empty
Broken
Depressed
Dead.
Putting down bottles and knifes thinking
"I'm her rock."
"If I crack, what would happen to her?"
I try...
Are becoming painful and hard.
Becoming slower and slower the longer it continues
Eating and tearing away at my mind.
Getting out of bed, now hard.
As the day goes on im just an empty shell
Dead inside
As night falls, the demons come out
Alone, I cry my self to sleep
Breathing now painful and hard
I carry out the daily routine
Empty
Broken
Depressed
Dead.
Putting down bottles and knifes thinking
"I'm her rock."
"If I crack, what would happen to her?"
I try...
754 reads
4 Comments
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