Submissions by BleedingSpectre333 (Eden)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I feel I need to write. Anything more and I've defeated the purpose. Any less and I'm wasting time.
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 5:21pm
10th Jun 2014 5:21pm
Sir Wierdfellow
Here I'll start and admit that I am anything but normal.
Having the eyes of an angel but the soul of a demon,
Perfectly matched by a chesire grin,
But lacking in its craftiness.
I am Sir Wierdfellow,
The great yet weak,
For I fear my nerves are as far gone as my mind.
Stab my arm with a fork,
and not a scream will pass my lips,
But a fist would shatter your jaw.
This violence would not be from pain,
But anger, for it would ruin my slieve tattoos!
Sir Wierfellow is not my name,
But rather a title for me to wear.
Much like tank,...
Having the eyes of an angel but the soul of a demon,
Perfectly matched by a chesire grin,
But lacking in its craftiness.
I am Sir Wierdfellow,
The great yet weak,
For I fear my nerves are as far gone as my mind.
Stab my arm with a fork,
and not a scream will pass my lips,
But a fist would shatter your jaw.
This violence would not be from pain,
But anger, for it would ruin my slieve tattoos!
Sir Wierfellow is not my name,
But rather a title for me to wear.
Much like tank,...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2014 6:00am
3rd Jun 2014 6:00am
Cigarettes
Cigarettes, nice and bold.
Toasted goodness in every breath.
Little or big,
Lucky Reds or Marlboros,
They are all not the same,
Yet they all have something in common.
Me.
They are me and my life,
For my life burns away just as I do over time.
I prefer full flavor in mine, unfiltered.
Both my life and my cigarettes.
They both teach me a lesson.
Be patient, theres always time before you die.
And also that, just like with cigarrets,
I suck with relationships,
And wish for one that would last instead of having to go through a...
Toasted goodness in every breath.
Little or big,
Lucky Reds or Marlboros,
They are all not the same,
Yet they all have something in common.
Me.
They are me and my life,
For my life burns away just as I do over time.
I prefer full flavor in mine, unfiltered.
Both my life and my cigarettes.
They both teach me a lesson.
Be patient, theres always time before you die.
And also that, just like with cigarrets,
I suck with relationships,
And wish for one that would last instead of having to go through a...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd May 2014 3:45am
3rd May 2014 3:45am
Wishes of a broken mind
I wish, my river of honey, you weren't as sweet.
Your nectar intoxicates my every crevice,
It turns my mind from the darkness of the night,
To the brightness of day.
I wish my spoon would stay cold,
And my arm would stop hurting.
I wish these sticks would stop burning,
And my lungs would stop charring.
I wish this water would stop scorching,
And my throat would stop searing.
I wish and wish and wish.
But I could never do it alone.
I could never do it.
The poison is so intoxicating,
The feeling is so pure,
So...
Your nectar intoxicates my every crevice,
It turns my mind from the darkness of the night,
To the brightness of day.
I wish my spoon would stay cold,
And my arm would stop hurting.
I wish these sticks would stop burning,
And my lungs would stop charring.
I wish this water would stop scorching,
And my throat would stop searing.
I wish and wish and wish.
But I could never do it alone.
I could never do it.
The poison is so intoxicating,
The feeling is so pure,
So...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 4:23am
23rd Apr 2014 4:23am
Para Liberar
Inhale. Deeply. Let the salt clear your mind.
The breeze rolls around you,
The night caresses you lovingly,
As the gentle winds carry away your tears,
Which shine like stars in the moon lit beach.
Your left sole in the sand, toes slightly sticking out,
The rest buried in the chaotic, rough, sand.
Your other foot lies on firm, wet, mud.
The soul feeling the cool dampness of night.
Exhale. Softly. Let your worries drift with the tears.
Let your emotions let go,
Instead of doubting what you want to feel.
Feel the night. ...
The breeze rolls around you,
The night caresses you lovingly,
As the gentle winds carry away your tears,
Which shine like stars in the moon lit beach.
Your left sole in the sand, toes slightly sticking out,
The rest buried in the chaotic, rough, sand.
Your other foot lies on firm, wet, mud.
The soul feeling the cool dampness of night.
Exhale. Softly. Let your worries drift with the tears.
Let your emotions let go,
Instead of doubting what you want to feel.
Feel the night. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 4:26am
5th Apr 2014 4:26am
I wept
Today, I wept.
I wept for my friends.
I wept on the shoulders of my most ancient sisters.
I wept on the shoulders of the mother I dreamt of finding.
I wept for the first time in ages.
I wept.
They were tears of sorrow.
They were tears of love.
They were tears of joy.
They were tears of loss.
Today was the last preformance as a group.
As a family.
My family.
They are what have been keeping me alive,
Even when death seemed like the only exit,
Just by being there, laughing at my dumbass jokes,
They saved me.
...
I wept for my friends.
I wept on the shoulders of my most ancient sisters.
I wept on the shoulders of the mother I dreamt of finding.
I wept for the first time in ages.
I wept.
They were tears of sorrow.
They were tears of love.
They were tears of joy.
They were tears of loss.
Today was the last preformance as a group.
As a family.
My family.
They are what have been keeping me alive,
Even when death seemed like the only exit,
Just by being there, laughing at my dumbass jokes,
They saved me.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2014 00:21am
20th Mar 2014 00:21am
Pitter Patter
Rain.
"Pit pat" it said.
"Pit pat, pit pat",
Like a childs soft song.
The day moved slowly.
Each second counted,
"1, 2, 3, 4...." And so on.
Him.
"Pit pat" he said
"Pit pat, pit pat,"
He contiued, looking out a window.
"Pitter patter it dont matter," he sang.
"Pitter patter shes the platter,
And I ... a hatter.
Whats the matter, platter?
What makes the platter sadder?
Is it that i'm a hatter?
I can be a ladder to the platter,
So that its no longer...
"Pit pat" it said.
"Pit pat, pit pat",
Like a childs soft song.
The day moved slowly.
Each second counted,
"1, 2, 3, 4...." And so on.
Him.
"Pit pat" he said
"Pit pat, pit pat,"
He contiued, looking out a window.
"Pitter patter it dont matter," he sang.
"Pitter patter shes the platter,
And I ... a hatter.
Whats the matter, platter?
What makes the platter sadder?
Is it that i'm a hatter?
I can be a ladder to the platter,
So that its no longer...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2014 6:07pm
15th Mar 2014 6:07pm
Worms (what can words do?)
When words aren't enough,
What can you say?
When your actions feel like your organs are festering,
Worms writhing in your every viceral crevice,
Making you gag with disgust,
What can you do?
When you're so much of a fuck up,
That you drink enough to dissolve the worms,
But they just writhe all the more.
I'm gagging on my own fear,
My throat paralyzed shut,
For it does not want me to say this.
To say the things I've done,
The places I've been.
The bridges I've burned.
My utter hatred is consuming me,
But only because its...
What can you say?
When your actions feel like your organs are festering,
Worms writhing in your every viceral crevice,
Making you gag with disgust,
What can you do?
When you're so much of a fuck up,
That you drink enough to dissolve the worms,
But they just writhe all the more.
I'm gagging on my own fear,
My throat paralyzed shut,
For it does not want me to say this.
To say the things I've done,
The places I've been.
The bridges I've burned.
My utter hatred is consuming me,
But only because its...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 3:55am
12th Feb 2013 3:55am
Sober from you [A double meaning]
I can't take this any longer.
We have to be through, dashed, eliminated.
Our bond must be broken one final time.
I have not grown stronger.
Each day I grow even more infuriated.
Is asking this of you such a crime?
I want out.
Pill after pill, hair turning white,
What was I thinking that night?
Glass after glass, liquor flowing red,
Not to drink, no, for soon I'll be dead.
Cig after cig, coughing up black,
Why must I deal with all this crap?
Hit after hit, happiness turning blue,
This is why we must be...
We have to be through, dashed, eliminated.
Our bond must be broken one final time.
I have not grown stronger.
Each day I grow even more infuriated.
Is asking this of you such a crime?
I want out.
Pill after pill, hair turning white,
What was I thinking that night?
Glass after glass, liquor flowing red,
Not to drink, no, for soon I'll be dead.
Cig after cig, coughing up black,
Why must I deal with all this crap?
Hit after hit, happiness turning blue,
This is why we must be...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jan 2013 3:33am
4th Jan 2013 3:33am
Program
Static.
I am,
Sttatic.
A fr zen screen,
Yet alw ys moving.
A sounndless radio,
Yet always blaring.
A comppletely unem tional...happening.
Now?
I'm nly irr3gular pix3ls,
Movi g randømly.
1'm only chæotic nois3,
Fur1ous constæntly.
I'm only progræmm3d 3x1st3nc3,
Gl1tch1ng at r nd m tim s.
1'm o nly a cød3,
S3t to.. ...
_____________________________________________________
C:\Users\BleedingSpectre333>_
----> RESTART
----> LOG OFF
...
I am,
Sttatic.
A fr zen screen,
Yet alw ys moving.
A sounndless radio,
Yet always blaring.
A comppletely unem tional...happening.
Now?
I'm nly irr3gular pix3ls,
Movi g randømly.
1'm only chæotic nois3,
Fur1ous constæntly.
I'm only progræmm3d 3x1st3nc3,
Gl1tch1ng at r nd m tim s.
1'm o nly a cød3,
S3t to.. ...
_____________________________________________________
C:\Users\BleedingSpectre333>_
----> RESTART
----> LOG OFF
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2012 1:45am
27th Dec 2012 1:45am
Recycled words
Away.
Far away.
Far far away I tried to stay.
Away from this pen.
Away from this keyboard.
If you ask yourself why,
The answer is so I can fly.
What is there to write about anymore?
Every speech has been given,
Every tragedy has been written.
That is why I tried not to open this door.
What is there to write about?
Every idea has been stormed,
Every play preformed.
Is your heart is still heavy with doubt?
Write your dreams.
Write your hopes.
Write about life,
Ripped at its very seams.
Write about...
Far away.
Far far away I tried to stay.
Away from this pen.
Away from this keyboard.
If you ask yourself why,
The answer is so I can fly.
What is there to write about anymore?
Every speech has been given,
Every tragedy has been written.
That is why I tried not to open this door.
What is there to write about?
Every idea has been stormed,
Every play preformed.
Is your heart is still heavy with doubt?
Write your dreams.
Write your hopes.
Write about life,
Ripped at its very seams.
Write about...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2012 4:58am
1st Sep 2012 4:58am
Living in the shadow (requiem)
Merry we met,
Weeping we parted.
Little Have I spoken,
From my broken heart.
Little have I talked,
Less I have written.
What I have done,
Will soon be smitten.
I lived as him.
I wanted to live both our lives.
Now I don't know myself,
And have filled so many hearts with knives.
The thing I wanted the most,
Was to have wings,
Like he does.
I was never given such things.
I will take my leave with this,
Never to write again.
For these are my last feelings,
These are my last words.
"Sleep well...
Weeping we parted.
Little Have I spoken,
From my broken heart.
Little have I talked,
Less I have written.
What I have done,
Will soon be smitten.
I lived as him.
I wanted to live both our lives.
Now I don't know myself,
And have filled so many hearts with knives.
The thing I wanted the most,
Was to have wings,
Like he does.
I was never given such things.
I will take my leave with this,
Never to write again.
For these are my last feelings,
These are my last words.
"Sleep well...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th May 2012 3:16am
27th May 2012 3:16am
-Monochrome-
She was the reason I lived,
The reason for all the care I give.
Now I've ruined her life,
Her love I've turned to strife.
I am at my hearts great schism,
Where blood and all violently spasm.
I wanted to save her,
From the death that lured.
I only ask why.
Why suicide?
The three,
Are no longer within me.
There is no mother.
There is no father.
No faith.
No wraiths.
No hope.
No rope.
No color.
Only black.
It absorbs all life,
And destroys it.
Only white,
It repels all light.
For this soul never...
The reason for all the care I give.
Now I've ruined her life,
Her love I've turned to strife.
I am at my hearts great schism,
Where blood and all violently spasm.
I wanted to save her,
From the death that lured.
I only ask why.
Why suicide?
The three,
Are no longer within me.
There is no mother.
There is no father.
No faith.
No wraiths.
No hope.
No rope.
No color.
Only black.
It absorbs all life,
And destroys it.
Only white,
It repels all light.
For this soul never...
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