Submissions by BreakingSpirit212 (BreakingSpirit)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I know, and there is always so much more to learn.
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2012 5:51am
19th May 2012 5:51am
Little Red Lines
Three little red lines
sitting neatly in a row.
Three little red lines
bleeding out the monsters inside.
Three little red lines
winding tightly around my wrist.
Three little red lines
screaming obscenities at the sky.
Three little red lines
holding hands with the devil.
Three little red lines
crying on newly cleaned sheets.
Three little red lines
apologizing to their keeper.
Three little red lines
concealed perfectly with one tan bandage.
sitting neatly in a row.
Three little red lines
bleeding out the monsters inside.
Three little red lines
winding tightly around my wrist.
Three little red lines
screaming obscenities at the sky.
Three little red lines
holding hands with the devil.
Three little red lines
crying on newly cleaned sheets.
Three little red lines
apologizing to their keeper.
Three little red lines
concealed perfectly with one tan bandage.
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 3:45am
25th Apr 2012 3:45am
Stop
I used to think that I would find my
"happily-ever-after" one day
and my life would just stop.
The cutting would
stop.
The pain would
stop.
The anger would
stop.
The sadness would just
stop.
When I was a little girl
I used to dream of a Prince Charming
who would come and save me
from the dragons and demons
that daily tear my skin and mind
to a hopeless, bloody pulp.
I used to wonder when my savior
would come to rescue me
from the hell my brain forces me to...
"happily-ever-after" one day
and my life would just stop.
The cutting would
stop.
The pain would
stop.
The anger would
stop.
The sadness would just
stop.
When I was a little girl
I used to dream of a Prince Charming
who would come and save me
from the dragons and demons
that daily tear my skin and mind
to a hopeless, bloody pulp.
I used to wonder when my savior
would come to rescue me
from the hell my brain forces me to...
896 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Apr 2012 5:08am
15th Apr 2012 5:08am
Just a ramble...
For the first time in my life, words can't even describe what I am feeling. I have hurt those closest to me, so many times that soon, they will no longer even be there. Sometimes, I just want to be alone, forever. So I will no longer hurt those around me. But then other times, I long so dearly for the tender touch, the sweet kiss of another being who can tear through my thick exterior. I've put up so many walls to keep others out, I don't even know who I am anymore. And, as I sit here on my bed holding the tool to my moment of sanity, I hesitate. I had made a promise. Even though the trust...
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5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2012 5:12am
20th Mar 2012 5:12am
The Jester
Once, a long time ago
I played the fool.
A court jester dawned
in a silly hat and silly shoes.
I danced and I danced
to make the queen happy,
to see her smile once again.
For a while, my dance brought
that smile to her face,
but slowly, it began to fade.
Try as I might, I could not bring
it back to her flawless face.
I worked day and night to entertain
and enlighten.
I jumped higher, sang louder,
danced faster.
But, it was never enough,
my queen was still so very unhappy.
...
I played the fool.
A court jester dawned
in a silly hat and silly shoes.
I danced and I danced
to make the queen happy,
to see her smile once again.
For a while, my dance brought
that smile to her face,
but slowly, it began to fade.
Try as I might, I could not bring
it back to her flawless face.
I worked day and night to entertain
and enlighten.
I jumped higher, sang louder,
danced faster.
But, it was never enough,
my queen was still so very unhappy.
...
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 1:54am
31st Dec 2011 1:54am
The End of the End
Shadows have followed you
your whole life.
Shadows of lies
and anger,
of betrayal and torture.
Even when you thought you
were free, they followed you
and dragged you back to
the black hell
you've spent your whole
life trying to climb out of.
Those who you considered
acquaintances, friends
have torn you down,
have tried to end your life.
And so have you.
But, it's over now.
Strength and compassion
are left standing where
anger and hate once were.
Those three are...
your whole life.
Shadows of lies
and anger,
of betrayal and torture.
Even when you thought you
were free, they followed you
and dragged you back to
the black hell
you've spent your whole
life trying to climb out of.
Those who you considered
acquaintances, friends
have torn you down,
have tried to end your life.
And so have you.
But, it's over now.
Strength and compassion
are left standing where
anger and hate once were.
Those three are...
822 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2011 11:55pm
30th Dec 2011 11:55pm
My Mistake Was Loving You
Your words whirled around me
and I couldn't catch my breath.
I hung up the phone, numb.
I couldn't believe it,
I wouldn't believe it.
I had spent the last month
falling in love with you;
you had spent the last month
loving another. Lying to me.
Making a promise I thought I could keep,
we swore to stay friends.
I guess you didn't realize
you couldn't keep it either.
Or maybe you were just too busy using me.
You drowned me in silence
for all of August
and then wondered why
I ignored you. ...
and I couldn't catch my breath.
I hung up the phone, numb.
I couldn't believe it,
I wouldn't believe it.
I had spent the last month
falling in love with you;
you had spent the last month
loving another. Lying to me.
Making a promise I thought I could keep,
we swore to stay friends.
I guess you didn't realize
you couldn't keep it either.
Or maybe you were just too busy using me.
You drowned me in silence
for all of August
and then wondered why
I ignored you. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Dec 2011 2:27am
26th Dec 2011 2:27am
I Wish I Was a Poem
Oh, how I wish I could
be those meaningful words
carefully placed on pure
paper destined for greatness.
I would be deep and thoughtful;
designed to move forward
and be read by all,
and loved.
So much thought would be
put into making me perfect
and attention would be
all on me until that was achieved.
Oh, how I wish I was a poem.
I could calm the darkest
storm inside a tormented
soul like mine;
I could save a life,
just like mine.
I would be needed,
I would never be alone. ...
be those meaningful words
carefully placed on pure
paper destined for greatness.
I would be deep and thoughtful;
designed to move forward
and be read by all,
and loved.
So much thought would be
put into making me perfect
and attention would be
all on me until that was achieved.
Oh, how I wish I was a poem.
I could calm the darkest
storm inside a tormented
soul like mine;
I could save a life,
just like mine.
I would be needed,
I would never be alone. ...
878 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Dec 2011 2:25am
26th Dec 2011 2:25am
Welcome to Hell
She stares at me from the other side.
Her crystal eyes look me up and down,
her judgement made clear by the smirk on her lips.
She comes closer, reaching out for my hand
taking me to where I truly belong.
Her silence is mesmerizing and I follow
her to white jackets constricting my movements
and needles controlling my thoughts.
My eyes follow her graceful movements
as she glides across the room,
almost as if she isn't walking at all
but skating across the slick surface of ice.
More girls exactly like her join in
and...
Her crystal eyes look me up and down,
her judgement made clear by the smirk on her lips.
She comes closer, reaching out for my hand
taking me to where I truly belong.
Her silence is mesmerizing and I follow
her to white jackets constricting my movements
and needles controlling my thoughts.
My eyes follow her graceful movements
as she glides across the room,
almost as if she isn't walking at all
but skating across the slick surface of ice.
More girls exactly like her join in
and...
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 4:28am
23rd Dec 2011 4:28am
Winter
I stand quietly at
the end of the street
watching snowflakes fall
softly and touch the ground
like ballet dancers who
leap across the stage,
and land without a sound.
The ground crunches
with each step
I take.
Closer and closer
to the white mass
that stands un-moving
before me.
My breath leaves a trail
of white mist.
Puff puff puff.
Almost as if I am
a train creeping slowly
to reach my destination.
Coming to a stop
in front of this pure
obstruction,
I close my eyes
and...
the end of the street
watching snowflakes fall
softly and touch the ground
like ballet dancers who
leap across the stage,
and land without a sound.
The ground crunches
with each step
I take.
Closer and closer
to the white mass
that stands un-moving
before me.
My breath leaves a trail
of white mist.
Puff puff puff.
Almost as if I am
a train creeping slowly
to reach my destination.
Coming to a stop
in front of this pure
obstruction,
I close my eyes
and...
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5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2011 3:57am
6th Dec 2011 3:57am
Who Is She? (Who are you competition)
I am razor blades
slid neatly across open forearms.
Eyes cold and heart broken
leaning precariously on the
edge of sanity.
Haunted voices screaming
in harmony with each other.
An open heart,
beaten over and over;
submissive.
A scarred body
holding secrets deep
in each imperfection.
Pen held just right
creating the illusion
of flawlessness.
Who is this disturbed person?
She is hurt,
but she still loves.
She is senseless,
yet she feels so much.
Passionate some may call it.
She is the...
slid neatly across open forearms.
Eyes cold and heart broken
leaning precariously on the
edge of sanity.
Haunted voices screaming
in harmony with each other.
An open heart,
beaten over and over;
submissive.
A scarred body
holding secrets deep
in each imperfection.
Pen held just right
creating the illusion
of flawlessness.
Who is this disturbed person?
She is hurt,
but she still loves.
She is senseless,
yet she feels so much.
Passionate some may call it.
She is the...
713 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2011 11:28pm
4th Dec 2011 11:28pm
An Apology
This is something I need to do.
I know I promised I would stop,
or at least try,
but life's just become too much.
Too much to handle,
too much to live for.
Too much to even care about.
You don't understand
what I'm going through.
Every day I have to struggle,
just to leave my own bed.
Every day I have to push thoughts
and feeling farther into the back of my mind.
It's just
too
much.
I hate disappointing you over and over
but I'm at desperation.
I feel like if I don't do this,
I'll fall to pieces....
I know I promised I would stop,
or at least try,
but life's just become too much.
Too much to handle,
too much to live for.
Too much to even care about.
You don't understand
what I'm going through.
Every day I have to struggle,
just to leave my own bed.
Every day I have to push thoughts
and feeling farther into the back of my mind.
It's just
too
much.
I hate disappointing you over and over
but I'm at desperation.
I feel like if I don't do this,
I'll fall to pieces....
694 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2011 11:20pm
4th Dec 2011 11:20pm
Silenced
The floor is cold,
like ice cubes on her bare skin.
Everything is dark,
so very dark...
Her arms are tied together
with frayed ropes and
her legs are nailed to the floor
with rusted spikes.
They stand over her and laugh;
laugh and laugh as her screams echo
through the bitter night.
One by one they remove her body parts,
leaving only the shell of a girl.
They begin with her legs;
she can't stand, she can't run.
They move onto her arms and slowly pull
them from their sockets as she lays limp,
unable...
like ice cubes on her bare skin.
Everything is dark,
so very dark...
Her arms are tied together
with frayed ropes and
her legs are nailed to the floor
with rusted spikes.
They stand over her and laugh;
laugh and laugh as her screams echo
through the bitter night.
One by one they remove her body parts,
leaving only the shell of a girl.
They begin with her legs;
she can't stand, she can't run.
They move onto her arms and slowly pull
them from their sockets as she lays limp,
unable...
720 reads
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