Submissions by BloodyDrums (Chipoko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I put down what i think, i record most of it, but not on ink, audio or video. If i could, I'd submit everyday, but some things are better left unread, until another day
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2014 9:12pm
11th Oct 2014 9:12pm
smiling faces
I 've torn all the faces of people from
my wall
i hate the way they stare at me
like they are disgusted by who i am
when i was little
i used to believe, that everything you
see
had feelings
even the faces on handles of doors ,
and the strings of grass
even the faces i cut out of the books i
read
even the lightbulb that hung above
my head
i was so aloof and chose to stay away
from
they made comments about it
i guess i was crazy
i cant stand the faces on the wall
mocking me , their eyes, seemingly
following me...
my wall
i hate the way they stare at me
like they are disgusted by who i am
when i was little
i used to believe, that everything you
see
had feelings
even the faces on handles of doors ,
and the strings of grass
even the faces i cut out of the books i
read
even the lightbulb that hung above
my head
i was so aloof and chose to stay away
from
they made comments about it
i guess i was crazy
i cant stand the faces on the wall
mocking me , their eyes, seemingly
following me...
744 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2014 10:05pm
11th May 2014 10:05pm
hate :)
i hate it when i put so much effort
and it gets erased from this earth
i hate it when i care
but its me who ends up burnt
i hate the fact that i dont believe myself
when i say "i love you"
cause im not really sure what it means
i hate the way im afraid to cry
i hate the way i feel like there is acid
boilling in my insides
i hate the way i cant give proper hugs
cause i rarely get them
i hate the way it is so easy for people leave
i hate the fact you cant spell believe without lie
i hate the way i hate a lot of things
but...
and it gets erased from this earth
i hate it when i care
but its me who ends up burnt
i hate the fact that i dont believe myself
when i say "i love you"
cause im not really sure what it means
i hate the way im afraid to cry
i hate the way i feel like there is acid
boilling in my insides
i hate the way i cant give proper hugs
cause i rarely get them
i hate the way it is so easy for people leave
i hate the fact you cant spell believe without lie
i hate the way i hate a lot of things
but...
837 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2014 11:29pm
16th Apr 2014 11:29pm
time
time moves so quickly
but so slow when you dont want it to
like you are stuck in forever
but its only been a minute you've gone through
its like everytime i hear your voice screaming at me
i can hear every single word crystal clear
i can feel the vibrations of your movements near
but all i can think about is you shutting up
all i want is for you to leave
you to leave, not for me to go
because this empty shadow
is the only place i have known
its the only time i am willing to say no
so dont waste your breath
and dont waste my...
but so slow when you dont want it to
like you are stuck in forever
but its only been a minute you've gone through
its like everytime i hear your voice screaming at me
i can hear every single word crystal clear
i can feel the vibrations of your movements near
but all i can think about is you shutting up
all i want is for you to leave
you to leave, not for me to go
because this empty shadow
is the only place i have known
its the only time i am willing to say no
so dont waste your breath
and dont waste my...
877 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 5:28pm
28th Jan 2014 5:28pm
My Bloody Drum
one bang, two bangs, three
my head colliding with my hands
causing more and more throbbing?
slamming books, glass, boards
anything that can make a big impact
in just one moment
bringing myself to tears
slapping my cheeks to stop them from falling
your too weak, it's disgusting
my conscience speaks
your complaining is so annoying
its why you don't have friends
shit i cant concentrate anymore
i'm tired, i want to sleep
you cant my sleep my darling
no rest for the wicked remember?
against the protests i drift...
my head colliding with my hands
causing more and more throbbing?
slamming books, glass, boards
anything that can make a big impact
in just one moment
bringing myself to tears
slapping my cheeks to stop them from falling
your too weak, it's disgusting
my conscience speaks
your complaining is so annoying
its why you don't have friends
shit i cant concentrate anymore
i'm tired, i want to sleep
you cant my sleep my darling
no rest for the wicked remember?
against the protests i drift...
794 reads
7 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 4:50am
21st Jan 2014 4:50am
Boiling point
My eyes are burning
its probably because I've rubbed them raw
its probably because i remember what i saw
i remember but not that fully
but im sure
cause i remember you shoving
your toung down my throat
i remember almost everywhere
you grabbed and groped
i remember you touching me in places
i didn't even dare to when i went in the bath
i remember all your smiles and jokes
how i cared for you
but i was more like afraid of you
i remember how you protected me from others
cause you were the only one
who was allowed to hurt me...
its probably because I've rubbed them raw
its probably because i remember what i saw
i remember but not that fully
but im sure
cause i remember you shoving
your toung down my throat
i remember almost everywhere
you grabbed and groped
i remember you touching me in places
i didn't even dare to when i went in the bath
i remember all your smiles and jokes
how i cared for you
but i was more like afraid of you
i remember how you protected me from others
cause you were the only one
who was allowed to hurt me...
915 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 9:35am
12th Jan 2014 9:35am
It is possible
Maybe im crazy
maybe i have a different way of viewing the world
maybe im not interesting
or the prettiest girl you know
maybe i want to be happy
maybe i love being alive
but maybe im depressed
and all my fantasies involve something having to die.
Maybe i want help
and all you view in my future is a mental institution
a place where they put me into a jacket so i can barely move
lock me in a pure white room
that makes me think about nothing but gloom and doom.
Maybe i dont want to be treated like an experiment,
i just want to feel...
maybe i have a different way of viewing the world
maybe im not interesting
or the prettiest girl you know
maybe i want to be happy
maybe i love being alive
but maybe im depressed
and all my fantasies involve something having to die.
Maybe i want help
and all you view in my future is a mental institution
a place where they put me into a jacket so i can barely move
lock me in a pure white room
that makes me think about nothing but gloom and doom.
Maybe i dont want to be treated like an experiment,
i just want to feel...
925 reads
7 Comments
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