Submissions by BloodPig
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Tacocat spelled backwards is tacocat
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2014 10:38pm
22nd Apr 2014 10:38pm
It All Died.(Its Alright.)
Looking into nothingness again.
Recalling all the times I have died.
Laughing at my reflection as it screams at me.
I peel back my skin
My soul slithers out like the parasite it is.
I feel nothing... except the pain.
But pain is nothing but an illusion.
Just like this disease we call life.
I remember when the world killed itself.
I smiled as it died.
Its all just another failure
Just like me.
Just like us all
Recalling all the times I have died.
Laughing at my reflection as it screams at me.
I peel back my skin
My soul slithers out like the parasite it is.
I feel nothing... except the pain.
But pain is nothing but an illusion.
Just like this disease we call life.
I remember when the world killed itself.
I smiled as it died.
Its all just another failure
Just like me.
Just like us all
644 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2014 3:13am
26th Mar 2014 3:13am
Pattern of Failure (Creep)
With better eyes,
I could have seen the disgust on your face when I spoke your name
With better ears,
I could have heard the disgust in your voice when you spoke mine.
With better hands,
I could have felt your skin crawl when I ran my fingers across your skin.
With a better nose,
I could have smelled the vomit churning in your stomach
as you forced yourself to touch me (out of pity)
Perhaps with a better voice,
My words could've done more than just flatter...
If only you could see how deep your words cut.
Yet even with all...
I could have seen the disgust on your face when I spoke your name
With better ears,
I could have heard the disgust in your voice when you spoke mine.
With better hands,
I could have felt your skin crawl when I ran my fingers across your skin.
With a better nose,
I could have smelled the vomit churning in your stomach
as you forced yourself to touch me (out of pity)
Perhaps with a better voice,
My words could've done more than just flatter...
If only you could see how deep your words cut.
Yet even with all...
991 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 5:44pm
25th Mar 2014 5:44pm
Faceless, Nameless, Forsaken
I see my reflection in a broken memory.
Its plays in my head just like a eulogy
I cut myself on the broken shards of my sanity
Lost within my very own private hell.
Smiles are replaced with scars that time leaves with each day.
Love fades into emptiness,
Silence consumes everything...
Until there is nothing left to give.
What used to be home is now just another place to rot away.
People I love become part of this disease that I hate.
I carve epitaphs into the walls around me,
and I long for the days when I was still alive.
Its plays in my head just like a eulogy
I cut myself on the broken shards of my sanity
Lost within my very own private hell.
Smiles are replaced with scars that time leaves with each day.
Love fades into emptiness,
Silence consumes everything...
Until there is nothing left to give.
What used to be home is now just another place to rot away.
People I love become part of this disease that I hate.
I carve epitaphs into the walls around me,
and I long for the days when I was still alive.
677 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 5:38pm
17th Mar 2014 5:38pm
Welcome Home.
Happy birthday, you broken child.
Can you feel it yet?
Their disease crawling inside your veins?
Can you feel this parasitic world sucking your life away...
Can you feel it slowly killing you?
I know it makes you want to scream...
but the moment you do they will come and staple your mouth shut.
It won't be long before they tear into your mind,
killing each thought, carving a number deep into your brain.
That's all you are here...
just another number.
Or will you be different?
Will you fight?
Will you be a voice for...
Can you feel it yet?
Their disease crawling inside your veins?
Can you feel this parasitic world sucking your life away...
Can you feel it slowly killing you?
I know it makes you want to scream...
but the moment you do they will come and staple your mouth shut.
It won't be long before they tear into your mind,
killing each thought, carving a number deep into your brain.
That's all you are here...
just another number.
Or will you be different?
Will you fight?
Will you be a voice for...
803 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 9:26pm
6th Mar 2014 9:26pm
Dead Girl
Her arms became a playground for the razor.
Blood poured out in a waterfall of red.
Her angelic figure is now as broken as I am.
She pushed the blade in as far as it would go.
She said it only hurts when she breathes.
Beauty is only skin deep she once told me...
I thought of this when I licked the blood from her dead lips.
She never really had a home,
now the worms use her as one.
The only thing she left me is a memory...
It fades as quickly as her...
Blood poured out in a waterfall of red.
Her angelic figure is now as broken as I am.
She pushed the blade in as far as it would go.
She said it only hurts when she breathes.
Beauty is only skin deep she once told me...
I thought of this when I licked the blood from her dead lips.
She never really had a home,
now the worms use her as one.
The only thing she left me is a memory...
It fades as quickly as her...
721 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 2:17pm
6th Mar 2014 2:17pm
My Name is God. (I Hate You.)
Its fun to watch them squirm.
Like ants boiling in their own blood.
I like to hear their useless prayers for mercy...
but I really like the maggot-like ones.
They thank me for their torture.
Then they start to consume the corpses of the other "insects."
I like to watch them kill each other. Especially the children. Sure, their crying for me to save them kinda gets annoying, but eventually their starvation gets to them and they get real quiet.
War,
Disease,
Death,
Destruction,
Hunger,
Filth,
Poverty,
Torture, ...
Like ants boiling in their own blood.
I like to hear their useless prayers for mercy...
but I really like the maggot-like ones.
They thank me for their torture.
Then they start to consume the corpses of the other "insects."
I like to watch them kill each other. Especially the children. Sure, their crying for me to save them kinda gets annoying, but eventually their starvation gets to them and they get real quiet.
War,
Disease,
Death,
Destruction,
Hunger,
Filth,
Poverty,
Torture, ...
701 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2014 5:37pm
23rd Feb 2014 5:37pm
An Over Analyzed Analogy of My Despair.
It begins again.
I awake feeling cold and broken...
Like a mirror that has been smashed into a million pieces.
I force my corpse to rise,
I feel the cold air blow the dust off my lungs with each breath.
The emptiness inside my mind becomes overwhelmed with thoughts of dying.
I fight another war against myself.
Each day is another scar, another repeat, another failure.
I can't even remember the last time I smiled...
I pray to God for change. Something to just get me through the day.
Something to take the pain away.
I am...
I awake feeling cold and broken...
Like a mirror that has been smashed into a million pieces.
I force my corpse to rise,
I feel the cold air blow the dust off my lungs with each breath.
The emptiness inside my mind becomes overwhelmed with thoughts of dying.
I fight another war against myself.
Each day is another scar, another repeat, another failure.
I can't even remember the last time I smiled...
I pray to God for change. Something to just get me through the day.
Something to take the pain away.
I am...
831 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 5:31am
19th Feb 2014 5:31am
Ugly
My reflection screams threats at me beneath this mask of torment.
I'm sick of the way the mirror judges me.
I would love to tear off my flesh...
It feels torn from the constant torture life inflicts on me daily.
I have grown to hate, not just myself, but everything I see.
Its all so fucking ugly.
My throat burns from all my screaming.
My knuckles bleed from the shards of glass that stick in my skin.
A broken mirror lays on the floor,
Blood begins to pool at my feet.
As I stand here,
feeling the gentle sting...
I'm sick of the way the mirror judges me.
I would love to tear off my flesh...
It feels torn from the constant torture life inflicts on me daily.
I have grown to hate, not just myself, but everything I see.
Its all so fucking ugly.
My throat burns from all my screaming.
My knuckles bleed from the shards of glass that stick in my skin.
A broken mirror lays on the floor,
Blood begins to pool at my feet.
As I stand here,
feeling the gentle sting...
747 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2014 2:31am
18th Feb 2014 2:31am
Something Has to Change...
Time carves my soul,
like a razor
I bleed for a hope that no longer exists
I shown you my heart and you crucified it,
All of my scars spell your name.
I load another bullet in the gun called life...
Maybe this time I won't miss.
like a razor
I bleed for a hope that no longer exists
I shown you my heart and you crucified it,
All of my scars spell your name.
I load another bullet in the gun called life...
Maybe this time I won't miss.
683 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2014 7:04pm
12th Feb 2014 7:04pm
Perfection (Dying Slowly)
Intoxicated by her presence,
I go insane with these thoughts of her.
Her perfection is my punishment
And I feel like a disease once again.
She whispers her sweet nothings to me,
I bury her secrets deep within my skin.
I would bleed if it would make her smile...
She would only smile as I start to die.
How can she mean this much to me?
I thought I couldn't feel anything anymore.
I live for her...
It explains why I feel dead all the time.
I drown in her poison once more ...
I go insane with these thoughts of her.
Her perfection is my punishment
And I feel like a disease once again.
She whispers her sweet nothings to me,
I bury her secrets deep within my skin.
I would bleed if it would make her smile...
She would only smile as I start to die.
How can she mean this much to me?
I thought I couldn't feel anything anymore.
I live for her...
It explains why I feel dead all the time.
I drown in her poison once more ...
723 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 6:23am
10th Feb 2014 6:23am
I Need Some Sleep
I'm not sure how long I've been like this... or how long it will last.
I lay face up on the floor. My gaze is fixated on the ceiling.
There are no lights, no sounds...
nothing.
Just this empty darkness and echoing silence that consumes me.
I feel my heart convulse as it pumps blood through my veins.
I feel my brain burn as it produces another empty thought.
I feel my soul slither inside my hollow shell I use for a body.
I feel so empty.
I keep wondering if this is a dream...
perhaps my whole life has been a dream up to this moment,...
I lay face up on the floor. My gaze is fixated on the ceiling.
There are no lights, no sounds...
nothing.
Just this empty darkness and echoing silence that consumes me.
I feel my heart convulse as it pumps blood through my veins.
I feel my brain burn as it produces another empty thought.
I feel my soul slither inside my hollow shell I use for a body.
I feel so empty.
I keep wondering if this is a dream...
perhaps my whole life has been a dream up to this moment,...
732 reads
7 Comments
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