Submissions by BloodPig
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Tacocat spelled backwards is tacocat
DARK POEM
Published
13th Oct 2015 2:49am
13th Oct 2015 2:49am
Poem of Filth
Her clothes scattered like leaves,
I watch her eyes pounce from one side to the other.
Deep cuts,
blood pouring,
rivers of pain.
I feel her twist my body into position.
Sliding a silk noose around my neck,
my skin cracks as my mind breaks.
She doesn't breathe. She just acts.
Mouthing sadness, she one-by-one pulls off the first layer of skin.
Never the right amount of beauty.
Never the right amount of anything.
I want to love her with every inch of my being.
I want her to eat my body alive.
So much torment. It is part of the...
I watch her eyes pounce from one side to the other.
Deep cuts,
blood pouring,
rivers of pain.
I feel her twist my body into position.
Sliding a silk noose around my neck,
my skin cracks as my mind breaks.
She doesn't breathe. She just acts.
Mouthing sadness, she one-by-one pulls off the first layer of skin.
Never the right amount of beauty.
Never the right amount of anything.
I want to love her with every inch of my being.
I want her to eat my body alive.
So much torment. It is part of the...
715 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 3:11am
11th Aug 2015 3:11am
Unleash
They made me an outcast, they marked me obsolete.
only a shadow and lies left surrounding me.
this is not my home, I will have no peace.
I have been cast out, I am marked deceased
I am lost, I know nothing else,
my place of peace now the coldest hell.
these haunted halls in which I have bled,
once kept me whole now hold another death.
I feel their eyes drag over me
my thoughts race, it's crippling
I breathe, I know where I stand
I can count my friends on one fucking hand
Knives in their hands, beat me to my knees.
feast on my...
only a shadow and lies left surrounding me.
this is not my home, I will have no peace.
I have been cast out, I am marked deceased
I am lost, I know nothing else,
my place of peace now the coldest hell.
these haunted halls in which I have bled,
once kept me whole now hold another death.
I feel their eyes drag over me
my thoughts race, it's crippling
I breathe, I know where I stand
I can count my friends on one fucking hand
Knives in their hands, beat me to my knees.
feast on my...
753 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2015 4:45am
1st Jun 2015 4:45am
Nihl
I make a bed of angel's wings and crawl inside to warm my face and skin.
Crippled and limping at the torture of the day.
My fight below the surface sheltered in the shade of all my sins.
I denied pleasure at every turn, and these hateful wounds just will not scab.
When will my heart find peace, put my soul at ease, these cuts never heal.
When will I get to be freed from this waking nightmare, irony as I no longer dream.
I look to the sky for the answers I was promised and once again I stand denied.
I beg for my nightfall, oh when is it my turn to sleep among...
Crippled and limping at the torture of the day.
My fight below the surface sheltered in the shade of all my sins.
I denied pleasure at every turn, and these hateful wounds just will not scab.
When will my heart find peace, put my soul at ease, these cuts never heal.
When will I get to be freed from this waking nightmare, irony as I no longer dream.
I look to the sky for the answers I was promised and once again I stand denied.
I beg for my nightfall, oh when is it my turn to sleep among...
783 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 5:35pm
31st Mar 2015 5:35pm
Jail
Gently my world falls away...
I sold my soul for pleasure, but all I got was pain
Angels and devils play movies in my head...
They tell me being alive only matters as soon as your dead.
My third eye streams tears that fall to forgotten sands...
my life looks like a fingerpainting done with broken hands.
The smoke in the room hangs like a noose from a tree.
I poisoned my mind so i could finally be free.
I realize that this world is meaningless and no one is true
People don't care if the real you is you.
Life has no...
I sold my soul for pleasure, but all I got was pain
Angels and devils play movies in my head...
They tell me being alive only matters as soon as your dead.
My third eye streams tears that fall to forgotten sands...
my life looks like a fingerpainting done with broken hands.
The smoke in the room hangs like a noose from a tree.
I poisoned my mind so i could finally be free.
I realize that this world is meaningless and no one is true
People don't care if the real you is you.
Life has no...
854 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 6:26am
7th Sep 2014 6:26am
Missouri
Pitch black
empty fields
worthless memories.
Full of pain
weakness
open me up
see what's inside
as I bleed,
just know that this is how its suppose to be.
God screams murder,
but no one cares enough to listen.
Fuck what needs to be done
Do what you want,
just be sure to leave no witness.
This is where I have died
so many times
alone and laughing.
They already buried me alive.
I'm just waiting for...
empty fields
worthless memories.
Full of pain
weakness
open me up
see what's inside
as I bleed,
just know that this is how its suppose to be.
God screams murder,
but no one cares enough to listen.
Fuck what needs to be done
Do what you want,
just be sure to leave no witness.
This is where I have died
so many times
alone and laughing.
They already buried me alive.
I'm just waiting for...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 6:10am
7th Sep 2014 6:10am
Another Black Image for a Goddess that Should Be Crucified.
I imagine you sitting on your bed...
Life wounds in your neck,
fresh with the smell of decay.
Eyes as empty as a cemetery...
and lips that whisper deaths name.
I had tied a noose for you in the shape of a heart.
I wish I could see you dangle from it.
Life wounds in your neck,
fresh with the smell of decay.
Eyes as empty as a cemetery...
and lips that whisper deaths name.
I had tied a noose for you in the shape of a heart.
I wish I could see you dangle from it.
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Jul 2014 11:53pm
31st Jul 2014 11:53pm
Jaded Elation
A sliver of hope dances through my sky
and crashes into another lifetime.
Always the journey she used to say.
Never the destination.
I still see visions of failed memories,
As they wander through an atrophied mind.
Kisses are blown at a forgotten love,
They drift looking for a face in this world of masks.
I see a light on a dead horizon...
Glowing like a sapphire in a sea of ash.
But it's a distraction and nothing more...
Just an instrument to measure the pain
That swallows me from time to time.
and crashes into another lifetime.
Always the journey she used to say.
Never the destination.
I still see visions of failed memories,
As they wander through an atrophied mind.
Kisses are blown at a forgotten love,
They drift looking for a face in this world of masks.
I see a light on a dead horizon...
Glowing like a sapphire in a sea of ash.
But it's a distraction and nothing more...
Just an instrument to measure the pain
That swallows me from time to time.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 6:35am
24th Jul 2014 6:35am
Misanthropy (An Ænima for the f**king World.)
I keep asking myself why...
Why are people so fucking blind?
When will mankind realize...
We're to blame for the earth's demise.
We rape the earth for all that it's worth,
I wish we all would've died at birth.
With each day it keeps on getting worse,
Kill each other with no remorse.
No escape... no escape from your fate
When will it end? I guess we wait.
The Future looks bleak .... there is no hope
Global genocide is no joke.
Hide behind the T.V. to silence the abuse
We hang the whole world with a money noose
Killing...
Why are people so fucking blind?
When will mankind realize...
We're to blame for the earth's demise.
We rape the earth for all that it's worth,
I wish we all would've died at birth.
With each day it keeps on getting worse,
Kill each other with no remorse.
No escape... no escape from your fate
When will it end? I guess we wait.
The Future looks bleak .... there is no hope
Global genocide is no joke.
Hide behind the T.V. to silence the abuse
We hang the whole world with a money noose
Killing...
752 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 4:57pm
2nd Jun 2014 4:57pm
Through The Smoke
I never knew dying could feel so good.
As smoke replaced the soul,
I felt as though I was alive again.
Obsessive, compulsive this new sickness is...
If I knew I could care, I don't think I would.
I took another hit, then another devil appeared.
Disguised in angel skin and whispering more insanity into my head.
She sat next to me and my heart became ashes.
We each died as the smoke consumed our minds,
but we both knew it didn't matter anyway.
As I lay that night,
full of smoke and intoxicated by another angel's words,...
As smoke replaced the soul,
I felt as though I was alive again.
Obsessive, compulsive this new sickness is...
If I knew I could care, I don't think I would.
I took another hit, then another devil appeared.
Disguised in angel skin and whispering more insanity into my head.
She sat next to me and my heart became ashes.
We each died as the smoke consumed our minds,
but we both knew it didn't matter anyway.
As I lay that night,
full of smoke and intoxicated by another angel's words,...
822 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2014 3:54am
21st May 2014 3:54am
Mi§ery
I stumbled.
I devoted myself, blindly, to a path that I never wanted.
I made that choice, knowing that failure would again take its path.
I dropped.
I sacrificed everything...
I fell apart.
Broken and weak, I held, and stood still,
ripping through my fragile ground.
And I held, knowing I was losing the most of me.
When everything is gray and my guts scream misery.
Now I can’t handle looking at others.
I can’t deal with their happiness.
I barely recognize my own soul.
These blood-red eyes, this grim expression that can’t be my own....
I devoted myself, blindly, to a path that I never wanted.
I made that choice, knowing that failure would again take its path.
I dropped.
I sacrificed everything...
I fell apart.
Broken and weak, I held, and stood still,
ripping through my fragile ground.
And I held, knowing I was losing the most of me.
When everything is gray and my guts scream misery.
Now I can’t handle looking at others.
I can’t deal with their happiness.
I barely recognize my own soul.
These blood-red eyes, this grim expression that can’t be my own....
799 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 5:49pm
2nd May 2014 5:49pm
Sprial Further Down
I stumble and crawl so far away...
Away....
To a dark, isolated hole to hide
Away from everthing...
Its cold.
Dark.
Empty.
My favorite place.
I feel like an insect.
Living only on instinct.
No friends
No feeling
No purpose
My being is cannibalistic
I live off of self inflected pain...
Hatred
Emptiness
I have done this before,
Been my own executioner
Carving out my heart to see what lies within.
Blood red, still convulsing from my last crucifixion. ...
Away....
To a dark, isolated hole to hide
Away from everthing...
Its cold.
Dark.
Empty.
My favorite place.
I feel like an insect.
Living only on instinct.
No friends
No feeling
No purpose
My being is cannibalistic
I live off of self inflected pain...
Hatred
Emptiness
I have done this before,
Been my own executioner
Carving out my heart to see what lies within.
Blood red, still convulsing from my last crucifixion. ...
718 reads
3 Comments
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