Submissions by BreakingSpirit212 (BreakingSpirit)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what I know, and there is always so much more to learn.
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 9:06pm
11th Nov 2011 9:06pm
Well f**k
I guess I loved
you too much.
I guess my all,
my soul, my HEART
wasn't enough.
I wish you would have
MENTIONED
it before you
FUCKED ME.
you too much.
I guess my all,
my soul, my HEART
wasn't enough.
I wish you would have
MENTIONED
it before you
FUCKED ME.
924 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Oct 2011 00:27am
26th Oct 2011 00:27am
Poetry is...
Words that slip silently from
my pen poised precariously above clean white paper
now etched with carefully crafted
emotions sitting neatly, row by row.
my pen poised precariously above clean white paper
now etched with carefully crafted
emotions sitting neatly, row by row.
727 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2011 4:10am
2nd Oct 2011 4:10am
Spirit of the Times
Animosity
breeds hate
and callouses the precious
diamond weaved promises
easily broken at first chance.
Frightened, though you
grew from her womb she
hardened herself to the truth.
Ignorance may be bliss, but
just when did we become so cold?
Karma haunts you; hunts you,
lying in wait for the
moment to strike.
Night bleeds sorrow.
Open yourself to
promises of love and compassion.
Quietly you try to escape;
running into the shadows.
Stay hidden or
take your punishment
upon your shoulders.
...
breeds hate
and callouses the precious
diamond weaved promises
easily broken at first chance.
Frightened, though you
grew from her womb she
hardened herself to the truth.
Ignorance may be bliss, but
just when did we become so cold?
Karma haunts you; hunts you,
lying in wait for the
moment to strike.
Night bleeds sorrow.
Open yourself to
promises of love and compassion.
Quietly you try to escape;
running into the shadows.
Stay hidden or
take your punishment
upon your shoulders.
...
740 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 1:58am
14th Sep 2011 1:58am
I Will Stay
What I said, I meant
and what I felt
deep down in my heart.
I was nothing but honest,
loving and compassionate.
I only want what's best for you.
Though I didn't know you as long as she,
I have been there for you since we met.
Never leaving, never faltering but
why do you pull away?
I would take a bullet for you,
sacrifice my life for you to live.
I would take away all of your pain;
take it onto myself so
you burden no longer.
You leave your chains.
I wish to light all of your darkness,
hold a candle for you...
and what I felt
deep down in my heart.
I was nothing but honest,
loving and compassionate.
I only want what's best for you.
Though I didn't know you as long as she,
I have been there for you since we met.
Never leaving, never faltering but
why do you pull away?
I would take a bullet for you,
sacrifice my life for you to live.
I would take away all of your pain;
take it onto myself so
you burden no longer.
You leave your chains.
I wish to light all of your darkness,
hold a candle for you...
825 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 1:38am
14th Sep 2011 1:38am
The Purest of Emotions
Love.
Relative to some,
but for others,
it is scorned.
Some will love,
and keep loving,
even if it is not returned.
Some will harden themselves to love,
never feeling the purest of emotions.
Some will shut themselves off from
what they could have,
something so innocent, so genuine
that the mind cannot comprehend.
Will you turn away from true love?
Will you walk away from someone who
holds you highest in their heart,
someone who will die for you,
hurt for you, cry with you.
Or will you embrace...
Relative to some,
but for others,
it is scorned.
Some will love,
and keep loving,
even if it is not returned.
Some will harden themselves to love,
never feeling the purest of emotions.
Some will shut themselves off from
what they could have,
something so innocent, so genuine
that the mind cannot comprehend.
Will you turn away from true love?
Will you walk away from someone who
holds you highest in their heart,
someone who will die for you,
hurt for you, cry with you.
Or will you embrace...
961 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2011 4:21am
24th Aug 2011 4:21am
Little Blue Pills (Collaboration with jeffmunoz1989)
White emptiness.
All noise fades away.
Fuzzy vision;
our eyes bleed into popular culture
driven into us.
Brain pulsating like a
wave washing in and out of the shore.
Our fingers tap to the rhythm
set forth by a dictatorship government.
Every morning they slide so easily
down closed throats
and poison the stomachs of innocent bystanders.
Dissolving into putrid acid coursing
through the veins of those sucked deep
into the lies fed through plastic tubes
into our unsuspecting brains.
...
All noise fades away.
Fuzzy vision;
our eyes bleed into popular culture
driven into us.
Brain pulsating like a
wave washing in and out of the shore.
Our fingers tap to the rhythm
set forth by a dictatorship government.
Every morning they slide so easily
down closed throats
and poison the stomachs of innocent bystanders.
Dissolving into putrid acid coursing
through the veins of those sucked deep
into the lies fed through plastic tubes
into our unsuspecting brains.
...
926 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 5:49am
15th Aug 2011 5:49am
The Winner
They float around her,
little voices whispering
in her ears.
Telling her the lies and
hate she feels inside.
Surrounding her
they shut out all sanity,
she's alone with her demons.
He will pay,
they will all pay.
Holding a steak knife
stolen from the top drawer
of her mother's kitchen,
she makes her way inside.
Glancing around,
she grips the knife tighter.
Eyes locked onto his tall frame
she pushes through the crowd.
Tapping him on...
little voices whispering
in her ears.
Telling her the lies and
hate she feels inside.
Surrounding her
they shut out all sanity,
she's alone with her demons.
He will pay,
they will all pay.
Holding a steak knife
stolen from the top drawer
of her mother's kitchen,
she makes her way inside.
Glancing around,
she grips the knife tighter.
Eyes locked onto his tall frame
she pushes through the crowd.
Tapping him on...
758 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Aug 2011 1:19am
5th Aug 2011 1:19am
Maiden of the Night
She looks down upon you
with tears in her eyes.
She wonders how to help
as she sits by your side.
She traces the scars
that map across your body,
she whispers I love you
but it's lost in the night.
Holding your hand
she wishes your pain away.
Her eyes look past the hurt
into what you desperately hide.
Her tears silently slip from her face
and fall to your body
leaving shining drops of hope.
When dawn breaks she fades away
leaving only traces
for you to hold on to.
with tears in her eyes.
She wonders how to help
as she sits by your side.
She traces the scars
that map across your body,
she whispers I love you
but it's lost in the night.
Holding your hand
she wishes your pain away.
Her eyes look past the hurt
into what you desperately hide.
Her tears silently slip from her face
and fall to your body
leaving shining drops of hope.
When dawn breaks she fades away
leaving only traces
for you to hold on to.
781 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2011 4:22am
2nd Aug 2011 4:22am
Who We Are
We are paper lies written on paper napkins.
Living every day through gritted teeth
hoping for something more.
We are the twisted lies; molded plastic, warped rubber,
holding our secrets kept with padlocked tongues.
We are the red blood dripping down faces
stricken with fright at the sight of our mistakes,
our shortcomings.
We are cracked ceramic cups, tossed away; forgotten.
We are sewed lips, stitched together to suppress the lies
and deceit that so easily slips from our mouths.
We are gutted and left...
Living every day through gritted teeth
hoping for something more.
We are the twisted lies; molded plastic, warped rubber,
holding our secrets kept with padlocked tongues.
We are the red blood dripping down faces
stricken with fright at the sight of our mistakes,
our shortcomings.
We are cracked ceramic cups, tossed away; forgotten.
We are sewed lips, stitched together to suppress the lies
and deceit that so easily slips from our mouths.
We are gutted and left...
860 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Jul 2011 4:19am
18th Jul 2011 4:19am
A Fairy Tale Tragedy
Once upon a time
there was a cliche tragedy,
a Romeo and Juliet story of sorts.
This story held secrets
deep inside it's heart,
but these secrets were
fatally gorgeous.
There is a mirror on the wall,
not a mirror to judge beauty
or dignify worth,
for this mirror is broken;
shattered into a million pieces.
The apple slides down your throat
and the prince does not come to save you
as you slip into eternal sleep.
The pumpkin sitting in the yard
waiting to be spiraled into usefullness ...
there was a cliche tragedy,
a Romeo and Juliet story of sorts.
This story held secrets
deep inside it's heart,
but these secrets were
fatally gorgeous.
There is a mirror on the wall,
not a mirror to judge beauty
or dignify worth,
for this mirror is broken;
shattered into a million pieces.
The apple slides down your throat
and the prince does not come to save you
as you slip into eternal sleep.
The pumpkin sitting in the yard
waiting to be spiraled into usefullness ...
1153 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2011 5:29am
13th Jul 2011 5:29am
The Beginning
Broken.
Crying.
Alone in her room.
A mirror breaks
and recognition flashes across her face.
I've seen this before.
A shard of glass
finds its way to her shaking hands;
locates the vulnerable, white skin
on her forearm.
This is only the beginning.
This will make it stop. This will make it bearable.
Kitten scratches.
No blood was drawn,
a life was spared.
Next time I'll do it right.
Tears.
Pain,
finds a razor in the bathroom cupboard.
Once. Twice. Three times it is done.
I will not be weak tonight....
Crying.
Alone in her room.
A mirror breaks
and recognition flashes across her face.
I've seen this before.
A shard of glass
finds its way to her shaking hands;
locates the vulnerable, white skin
on her forearm.
This is only the beginning.
This will make it stop. This will make it bearable.
Kitten scratches.
No blood was drawn,
a life was spared.
Next time I'll do it right.
Tears.
Pain,
finds a razor in the bathroom cupboard.
Once. Twice. Three times it is done.
I will not be weak tonight....
777 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2011 4:46am
2nd Jul 2011 4:46am
Love Come Find Me
I found love
where you'd least expect.
A place where demons
can't survive,
a place where I
can't run and hide.
I found love
in the rain
when it slips from the
clouds' whithering grasp,
plummeting to earth;
washing away my tears
as it slides down my face.
I found love
in the flowers
where the bees swarm
reproducing beauty,
imitating magnificence.
Don't stand too close
or splendor is replaced with
fatal anguish.
I found love
in the whispers of the wind
that call me closer.
It rushes...
where you'd least expect.
A place where demons
can't survive,
a place where I
can't run and hide.
I found love
in the rain
when it slips from the
clouds' whithering grasp,
plummeting to earth;
washing away my tears
as it slides down my face.
I found love
in the flowers
where the bees swarm
reproducing beauty,
imitating magnificence.
Don't stand too close
or splendor is replaced with
fatal anguish.
I found love
in the whispers of the wind
that call me closer.
It rushes...
971 reads
2 Comments
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