Submissions by BloodyTears
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2016 5:32pm
13th Apr 2016 5:32pm
Hope
Hope
That little bit that stops you from death
Because, maybe, just maybe, there's something still there
This time will be the time it goes right
And everything will be alright
You'll know what it feels like to be confident
To have that self esteem people talk about
To feel worthy and capable
And for a moment you do have hope
Before it's smashed again
And not soon enough the little bits are not what they once were
Hope
That little bit that stops you from death
Because, maybe, just maybe, there's something still there
This time will be the time it goes right
And everything will be alright
You'll know what it feels like to be confident
To have that self esteem people talk about
To feel worthy and capable
And for a moment you do have hope
Before it's smashed again
And not soon enough the little bits are not what they once were
Hope
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Mar 2016 4:30am
31st Mar 2016 4:30am
Teasy
Mommy. Mommy I want Girl Power.” I run to turn the TV on. Xbox on
Why won’t she put it on? Sissy’s gotta go to school.
I wanna go to school
Sissy’s gone; I can play in her room and her baby dolls
My Little Pony and jump on her bed
“Basper! Babper!” I don’t think I say his name right
I wanna be a dog
He gets the biscuits
They’re so yummy but she puts them up high
I think I’ll climb to get them
On the couch, the book shelf, one shelf, two shelf
Ah! Ha! I got them. They’re so yummy
Maybe she won’t notice, but here she comes
I was too...
Why won’t she put it on? Sissy’s gotta go to school.
I wanna go to school
Sissy’s gone; I can play in her room and her baby dolls
My Little Pony and jump on her bed
“Basper! Babper!” I don’t think I say his name right
I wanna be a dog
He gets the biscuits
They’re so yummy but she puts them up high
I think I’ll climb to get them
On the couch, the book shelf, one shelf, two shelf
Ah! Ha! I got them. They’re so yummy
Maybe she won’t notice, but here she comes
I was too...
746 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2016 4:22am
27th Mar 2016 4:22am
Losing
Just a moment
Just a spoken word
Something simple
Insignificant
But deadly
Sick to my stomach
Sick of myself
Words meant to stay silent
Never thinking before speaking
Things I don't even mean
A rough, rough draft
Should never be seen
But I lack whatever it is
The stuff that keeps escaping words inside
Reasons why I shut people out
Social anxiety
But really, word anxiety
Write before speaking
Edit before opening up
Maybe one day I'll learn
But I fear how that lesson unfolds
What will I lose?...
Just a spoken word
Something simple
Insignificant
But deadly
Sick to my stomach
Sick of myself
Words meant to stay silent
Never thinking before speaking
Things I don't even mean
A rough, rough draft
Should never be seen
But I lack whatever it is
The stuff that keeps escaping words inside
Reasons why I shut people out
Social anxiety
But really, word anxiety
Write before speaking
Edit before opening up
Maybe one day I'll learn
But I fear how that lesson unfolds
What will I lose?...
800 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Mar 2016 9:20pm
26th Mar 2016 9:20pm
Darkness
Darkness. Cold, freezing cold. Fast, speeding fast. Light, small bits of light, swerving, screaming between the darkness. Color and wet, and so dark. So cold. Colder than I've ever been. A different cold than snow, but somehow still winter. A winter darkness.
Trapped and breathless. Can't breathe, can't move. There's no escape and my tears begin to fill the dark wetness surrounding me. How much farther before it ends? How much longer must I swim before the shore is near and my feet can feel the bottom of the water?
The ocean. I'm in an ocean. How did I reach the ocean...
Trapped and breathless. Can't breathe, can't move. There's no escape and my tears begin to fill the dark wetness surrounding me. How much farther before it ends? How much longer must I swim before the shore is near and my feet can feel the bottom of the water?
The ocean. I'm in an ocean. How did I reach the ocean...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2016 3:34am
20th Mar 2016 3:34am
Brazilian Caramel
Brazilian Caramel
Similar to a forbidden fruit
Tempting -in ways beyond how it seems
Untouchable silky leather
Just beyond the transparent wall you've built
A smile, a laugh
An uphill climb-rocky and spent
But a worthy and rewarding search for the end of the rainbow
A rare and beautiful find
A tasteful desire
Why do you speak to me?
Share your center
Why did you choose me?
Who am I?
Trusting and oblivious...
Similar to a forbidden fruit
Tempting -in ways beyond how it seems
Untouchable silky leather
Just beyond the transparent wall you've built
A smile, a laugh
An uphill climb-rocky and spent
But a worthy and rewarding search for the end of the rainbow
A rare and beautiful find
A tasteful desire
Why do you speak to me?
Share your center
Why did you choose me?
Who am I?
Trusting and oblivious...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2015 9:08am
26th Oct 2015 9:08am
Tears
My tears now belong to me
They are too delicate to pass around
Too personal to bare to you
I do not trust you with them
To love with tenderness and care
Appreciate that soulful gift
Willingly, I gave them
Willingly, you smashed them
So, willingly now, I take them back
Back inside my soul
Locked inside again forever
To play with the darkness
Until you find another way to pick the lock
They are too delicate to pass around
Too personal to bare to you
I do not trust you with them
To love with tenderness and care
Appreciate that soulful gift
Willingly, I gave them
Willingly, you smashed them
So, willingly now, I take them back
Back inside my soul
Locked inside again forever
To play with the darkness
Until you find another way to pick the lock
757 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Apr 2015 3:06pm
8th Apr 2015 3:06pm
Breaking In
The year was so long ago, I cannot remember when exactly. A birthday party full of girls with curiosity. Sexual,spiritual and just looking for a good time of any kind. There were games, but not of the pin the tail on the donkey kind. Thinking about it now, I don't remember the names of all the games we played except for the Ouija Board.
We pulled that out and had our laughs. Jaunting the ones who "pushed." What we asked the board has never stuck in my head. I'm pretty sure they were dumb questions anyway. It was the fear the stuck in my head, my heart and that deep...
We pulled that out and had our laughs. Jaunting the ones who "pushed." What we asked the board has never stuck in my head. I'm pretty sure they were dumb questions anyway. It was the fear the stuck in my head, my heart and that deep...
957 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 3:59pm
27th Mar 2015 3:59pm
Regretting No Regrets
Broken hearted churning stomach
clammy sweat dripping
dizziness unfolding
All at the question you posed
A decision made so long ago
I tossed aside the repercussions
They had no effect on me
I’d known what would happen
It wasn’t wrong in my eyes
Was evil in theirs
I shut out their whispers of evil
But you broke it all, killing my soul
Recant
Profess coercion
Swear you have no regrets
Visions of tear stained girls
They invade my soul
Screaming at me
How many could have been saved?...
clammy sweat dripping
dizziness unfolding
All at the question you posed
A decision made so long ago
I tossed aside the repercussions
They had no effect on me
I’d known what would happen
It wasn’t wrong in my eyes
Was evil in theirs
I shut out their whispers of evil
But you broke it all, killing my soul
Recant
Profess coercion
Swear you have no regrets
Visions of tear stained girls
They invade my soul
Screaming at me
How many could have been saved?...
812 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 3:18pm
27th Mar 2015 3:18pm
Stolen Words (Work in progress)
Be still my heart
But my heart is un-moving
I have no words
They have been stolen from me
I search for their captor
So elusive is he
Un-stitch my eyes so I may better see
This kidnapper of words and voice,
Jest and laughter
He left my soul, thunder and tears
in place of all he stole
But my heart is un-moving
I have no words
They have been stolen from me
I search for their captor
So elusive is he
Un-stitch my eyes so I may better see
This kidnapper of words and voice,
Jest and laughter
He left my soul, thunder and tears
in place of all he stole
824 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 2:32pm
21st Jan 2014 2:32pm
Coma
What the hell is this?
Words to make me shed some tears
pictures to shock my eyes
death of kittens to hurt my heart
My chest is full, a constant dull
not a pain, but not yet free of it
water spout is broken
a leak somewhere hidden within
out of nowhere comes
a whirlwind of happiness
what the hell is this?
my chest full of giddiness and smiles
energy to keep me going
love even, I’ve been feeling
the only tears that get by the leak,
happy fucking ones is all
wanting hugs and kisses
from my...
Words to make me shed some tears
pictures to shock my eyes
death of kittens to hurt my heart
My chest is full, a constant dull
not a pain, but not yet free of it
water spout is broken
a leak somewhere hidden within
out of nowhere comes
a whirlwind of happiness
what the hell is this?
my chest full of giddiness and smiles
energy to keep me going
love even, I’ve been feeling
the only tears that get by the leak,
happy fucking ones is all
wanting hugs and kisses
from my...
1011 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 1:21am
20th Jan 2014 1:21am
Consolation Prize
Death did not come
and they healed her quite nicely
too good those doctor’s were she said
because now it seems as if it was only a cat
instead of her favorite knife
her only consolation prize would have been the scar
but they glued the skin
leaving hardly any notice at all
leaving her quite empty
taking her life back…
and her lovely scar
and they healed her quite nicely
too good those doctor’s were she said
because now it seems as if it was only a cat
instead of her favorite knife
her only consolation prize would have been the scar
but they glued the skin
leaving hardly any notice at all
leaving her quite empty
taking her life back…
and her lovely scar
769 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jan 2014 1:09am
20th Jan 2014 1:09am
Back at the Top
I want to be loved
Sensually, softly, slowly
Undress me, fully
Lay me down upon a bed you’ve prepared
in a room tailored to my darkness
filled will just a bit of light
enough to see but hide my blush
Start from the top to work your way down
run your fingers through my hair,
down my blushed cheeks with a stop at my neck
just a little nip, or maybe a little more than a little
resuming to sliding your hands across my shoulders
down my arms, back up to my breasts
spend some time there, please
your hands gently, your mouth...
Sensually, softly, slowly
Undress me, fully
Lay me down upon a bed you’ve prepared
in a room tailored to my darkness
filled will just a bit of light
enough to see but hide my blush
Start from the top to work your way down
run your fingers through my hair,
down my blushed cheeks with a stop at my neck
just a little nip, or maybe a little more than a little
resuming to sliding your hands across my shoulders
down my arms, back up to my breasts
spend some time there, please
your hands gently, your mouth...
1073 reads
3 Comments
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