Submissions by BleedingInferno219 (Kristyn Ashley.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 6:21am
17th Jun 2012 6:21am
Picking Locks.
I look to the East,
but you're far brighter than the sun.
The prettiest girl,
still left feeling outdone.
She shields the world from the past,
from the pain of her slits....
I heard it's 82 scars,
kissing those broken wrists.
By now you must know,
that you are my favorite...?
You say your heart is shattered,
but I'd love to save it.
The texts you ignore,
and your notes in my box,
I'm getting the message,
you're keeping it locked.
but you're far brighter than the sun.
The prettiest girl,
still left feeling outdone.
She shields the world from the past,
from the pain of her slits....
I heard it's 82 scars,
kissing those broken wrists.
By now you must know,
that you are my favorite...?
You say your heart is shattered,
but I'd love to save it.
The texts you ignore,
and your notes in my box,
I'm getting the message,
you're keeping it locked.
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 7:31pm
16th Jun 2012 7:31pm
Pretty Girls.
The shredded jeans and eyeliner,
shirt hanging from her shoulder....
You know she's dying to impress you,
shooting you her smolder.
Her laughs will live inside you,
swimming through your brain....
You'll be begging for those cliche moments,
of kissing in the rain.
As the umbrella hits the ground,
and tears then fall like bullets,
she'll leave you alone, left in the dark,
just how she said she wouldn't.
shirt hanging from her shoulder....
You know she's dying to impress you,
shooting you her smolder.
Her laughs will live inside you,
swimming through your brain....
You'll be begging for those cliche moments,
of kissing in the rain.
As the umbrella hits the ground,
and tears then fall like bullets,
she'll leave you alone, left in the dark,
just how she said she wouldn't.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 5:48pm
9th Jun 2012 5:48pm
I Want You.
I would like to hold you,
for any span of time....
You could be my rebel,
if you wanted to be mine.
We could tear up the town,
and raise hell, raise a riot.
I would take you home at night,
then I'd kiss you, nice and quiet.
You're hung up on someone else,
who am I to step in the way?
I have a wicked crush,
please just make it go away?
I don't wanna be let down,
really I'd love to take it easy.
I would protect you, renegade,
but really, you don't need me.
for any span of time....
You could be my rebel,
if you wanted to be mine.
We could tear up the town,
and raise hell, raise a riot.
I would take you home at night,
then I'd kiss you, nice and quiet.
You're hung up on someone else,
who am I to step in the way?
I have a wicked crush,
please just make it go away?
I don't wanna be let down,
really I'd love to take it easy.
I would protect you, renegade,
but really, you don't need me.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 2:55am
9th Jun 2012 2:55am
Secretly.
If you had the time,
would you spend some on me?
If you weren't so busy,
I'd show you, let you see.
There is a reason you're my favorite,
it could be your looks....
Still, I think it's 'cause you're brilliant,
you like videogames and books.
You always know just what to say,
could get a laugh from anyone.
It starts a rage deep in my stomach,
when you think you're always outdone.
I haven't had a bestfriend,
no, not for quite a while....
You give me just a splash of hope,
especially when you smile.
Rejection is...
would you spend some on me?
If you weren't so busy,
I'd show you, let you see.
There is a reason you're my favorite,
it could be your looks....
Still, I think it's 'cause you're brilliant,
you like videogames and books.
You always know just what to say,
could get a laugh from anyone.
It starts a rage deep in my stomach,
when you think you're always outdone.
I haven't had a bestfriend,
no, not for quite a while....
You give me just a splash of hope,
especially when you smile.
Rejection is...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2012 00:13am
9th Jun 2012 00:13am
I Break Everything I Touch.
I swear in a different world,
you'd be mine every moment.
I wouldn't break your heart,
you would let me hold it.
I never would've gotten pregnant,
not that I mind the happening.
I would live somewhere up high,
where the fire wouldn't reach me.
We would never be tempted
by anyone else....
I'd take you to Vegas,
like that song tells.
I'd kiss your lips,
and it would be alright....
Nothing like right now,
we would need no lies.
I wish I didn't hurt you,
wish I could change it all.
I wish we weren't...
you'd be mine every moment.
I wouldn't break your heart,
you would let me hold it.
I never would've gotten pregnant,
not that I mind the happening.
I would live somewhere up high,
where the fire wouldn't reach me.
We would never be tempted
by anyone else....
I'd take you to Vegas,
like that song tells.
I'd kiss your lips,
and it would be alright....
Nothing like right now,
we would need no lies.
I wish I didn't hurt you,
wish I could change it all.
I wish we weren't...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 00:50am
8th Jun 2012 00:50am
My Sugar-Coated Sin.
I know you're my baby doll,
you know I'm your girl.
I swear I had the purest intentions,
when I took you into my world.
I didn't think that shirt was showy,
didn't think it'd turn you on.
Those kisses were meant out of sweetness,
but I ended up against the wall.
Not that I minded....
I liked your lips against my neck.
Still, I made you break the wait....
Quickly, love dripping teenage sweat.
The house was all ours,
we had it for the night.
Your whispers in my ear,
they murmured it was right.
What happened to...
you know I'm your girl.
I swear I had the purest intentions,
when I took you into my world.
I didn't think that shirt was showy,
didn't think it'd turn you on.
Those kisses were meant out of sweetness,
but I ended up against the wall.
Not that I minded....
I liked your lips against my neck.
Still, I made you break the wait....
Quickly, love dripping teenage sweat.
The house was all ours,
we had it for the night.
Your whispers in my ear,
they murmured it was right.
What happened to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 5:50am
7th Jun 2012 5:50am
Everything is an Illusion.
I never lived ordinarily,
I moved every season.
Mom never told me why,
I didn't want the reasons.
We never had the money
to blow on fancy cars.
We never knew of Fathers Day,
not since we lost ours.
You and I have the same eyes,
and you outgrew me fast.
I hate seeing you move on,
leaving me still perched on the grass.
On the yard where we lived first,
in this forsaken state.
22 houses we crashed,
and now we anticipate another gate.
One more house we won't stay in,
another pet that just won't live.
Now...
I moved every season.
Mom never told me why,
I didn't want the reasons.
We never had the money
to blow on fancy cars.
We never knew of Fathers Day,
not since we lost ours.
You and I have the same eyes,
and you outgrew me fast.
I hate seeing you move on,
leaving me still perched on the grass.
On the yard where we lived first,
in this forsaken state.
22 houses we crashed,
and now we anticipate another gate.
One more house we won't stay in,
another pet that just won't live.
Now...
#love
#brother
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 6:31pm
6th Jun 2012 6:31pm
Five.
Are you still afraid to die?
Still too scared to lose?
I swear, one day we'll win,
after all we're going through.
Does the jealousy still rock you?
I've not outgrown it yet....
A few more traits have stuck around,
but the past I won't forget.
And love hasn't shown itself?
I know there's lots of that.
You've still got your innocence?
I see you're not yet cracked.
Every boy could break you,
if you gave them all the chance.
You won't understand this, but listen close,
they just want in your pants.
...
Still too scared to lose?
I swear, one day we'll win,
after all we're going through.
Does the jealousy still rock you?
I've not outgrown it yet....
A few more traits have stuck around,
but the past I won't forget.
And love hasn't shown itself?
I know there's lots of that.
You've still got your innocence?
I see you're not yet cracked.
Every boy could break you,
if you gave them all the chance.
You won't understand this, but listen close,
they just want in your pants.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 5:40am
6th Jun 2012 5:40am
Stretch and John.
I remember Daddy's friends,
their names were Stretch and John.
John died a couple years ago,
and Stretch has long been gone.
I swear that he was broken,
his heart wrung like a cloth.
When John swerved off the road,
when Stretch learned of all he'd lost.
I was roughly 9 years old,
grown up around the pair.
They were the ones who showed me love,
about the sex, I didn't care.
I grew up gender blind,
was taught that love is all.
No matter of the race or preferences,
because of Stretch and John.
their names were Stretch and John.
John died a couple years ago,
and Stretch has long been gone.
I swear that he was broken,
his heart wrung like a cloth.
When John swerved off the road,
when Stretch learned of all he'd lost.
I was roughly 9 years old,
grown up around the pair.
They were the ones who showed me love,
about the sex, I didn't care.
I grew up gender blind,
was taught that love is all.
No matter of the race or preferences,
because of Stretch and John.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 5:31am
6th Jun 2012 5:31am
The Make-Believe Memories.
If I stumbled on a wishing weed,
I'd have only one request.
Would someone give me back my Della?
Stop this quaking in my chest?
I'd kill to hear her breathing,
murder just to kiss her hair.
I want my little girl,
I'd wish for her, I'd dare.
Her tiny little fists in mine,
her eyes new to the world.
To listen to those tiny cries,
the promise of my little girl.
I'd even wish with sacrifice,
I'd let her see her Father.
She'd have his dark brown eyes,
all he gave, all he bothered.
...
I'd have only one request.
Would someone give me back my Della?
Stop this quaking in my chest?
I'd kill to hear her breathing,
murder just to kiss her hair.
I want my little girl,
I'd wish for her, I'd dare.
Her tiny little fists in mine,
her eyes new to the world.
To listen to those tiny cries,
the promise of my little girl.
I'd even wish with sacrifice,
I'd let her see her Father.
She'd have his dark brown eyes,
all he gave, all he bothered.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jun 2012 10:32pm
4th Jun 2012 10:32pm
Survival of the Quickest.
Rust-colored dried blood
is plastered to a face.
If that is what you call it?
No shells in my pistol,
no air in my lungs....
I feel the sensation of falling.
Emaciated hands grope me,
with a ratteling breath,
and a simple blank stare.
Really, this is simple.
He just wants the flesh,
if it is mine, he does not care.
His face is gaunt,
and he has fresh cuts,
infected at best.
My heartbeat sets him off,
every dance of my pulse,
drawing him closer and closer in.
I could scream, ...
is plastered to a face.
If that is what you call it?
No shells in my pistol,
no air in my lungs....
I feel the sensation of falling.
Emaciated hands grope me,
with a ratteling breath,
and a simple blank stare.
Really, this is simple.
He just wants the flesh,
if it is mine, he does not care.
His face is gaunt,
and he has fresh cuts,
infected at best.
My heartbeat sets him off,
every dance of my pulse,
drawing him closer and closer in.
I could scream, ...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jun 2012 10:28pm
4th Jun 2012 10:28pm
Stitches for Show.
Snap.
I heard his bones.
Crack.
The night was historically cold.
Shred.
I heard his flesh.
Red.
Practicing my only interest.
Screech.
I heard his pleas.
Meek.
His feeble attempt to be released.
Blink.
I heard his eyes.
Sleep.
He fell to rest beneath my knife.
Tink.
I heard my shovel.
Sink.
It hit cement and rubble.
Thud.
I heard his body.
Mud.
The one thing that caught me.
Shit.
I heard the siren.
Click.
My attempt at violence.
Splash.
I heard...
I heard his bones.
Crack.
The night was historically cold.
Shred.
I heard his flesh.
Red.
Practicing my only interest.
Screech.
I heard his pleas.
Meek.
His feeble attempt to be released.
Blink.
I heard his eyes.
Sleep.
He fell to rest beneath my knife.
Tink.
I heard my shovel.
Sink.
It hit cement and rubble.
Thud.
I heard his body.
Mud.
The one thing that caught me.
Shit.
I heard the siren.
Click.
My attempt at violence.
Splash.
I heard...
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