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
20th Jun 2011 11:11pm
20th Jun 2011 11:11pm
Sordid Summer Challenge Poem
The demons
come at night
to steal your eyes,
silence your voice;
peel the skin from your body.
They blend your organs
and drink them for breakfast.
come at night
to steal your eyes,
silence your voice;
peel the skin from your body.
They blend your organs
and drink them for breakfast.
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 7:44am
20th Jun 2011 7:44am
Decision
This has gone on for too long,
I've been down this road
too many times before.
It's time for me to
stand up,
speak out
and live my life.
For so long I've gone
back and forth inside my head,
been afraid to step out of my room;
step out of my head.
But, you're not even worth it.
In a snap of worn fingers
you runied your entire life.
Snap!
You threw away your career.
Snap!
You hurt your friends.
Snap!
You've ruined my life.
Snap!
Have fun in jail.
I've been down this road
too many times before.
It's time for me to
stand up,
speak out
and live my life.
For so long I've gone
back and forth inside my head,
been afraid to step out of my room;
step out of my head.
But, you're not even worth it.
In a snap of worn fingers
you runied your entire life.
Snap!
You threw away your career.
Snap!
You hurt your friends.
Snap!
You've ruined my life.
Snap!
Have fun in jail.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2011 7:20am
20th Jun 2011 7:20am
Peace
In the darkest night
innocence was stolen;
swept away by the silent
stares of those who watch
her agony, feed off her pain.
Empty faces stare as they walk past,
mouth open to reveal razor sharp teeth
and eyes glowing red against the pale moon.
The night presses in on all sides
making it hard to breath and
impossible to move.
Ghosts of her childhood mock her.
Show her what she once was,
show her what she once had.
One by one
the stars all disappear
leaving her to cry in peace.
innocence was stolen;
swept away by the silent
stares of those who watch
her agony, feed off her pain.
Empty faces stare as they walk past,
mouth open to reveal razor sharp teeth
and eyes glowing red against the pale moon.
The night presses in on all sides
making it hard to breath and
impossible to move.
Ghosts of her childhood mock her.
Show her what she once was,
show her what she once had.
One by one
the stars all disappear
leaving her to cry in peace.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2011 11:08pm
12th Jun 2011 11:08pm
Glue
Family. Friends.
Stuffed like pigs
gathered around the dinner table
like sardines in a hot, smelly can.
Pretend they tell me,
pretend you're normal for once.
Of course no one wants to have
the crazy girl ruin their perfect dinner.
She should be locked up.
They should have thrown away the key.
The turkey is stuffed with all the
angry, selfish thoughts and insults
that hover just above the table
like a suffocating smog;
are caught in our throats for the sake of peace.
Malice is tucked in every corner,
swept under the carpet....
Stuffed like pigs
gathered around the dinner table
like sardines in a hot, smelly can.
Pretend they tell me,
pretend you're normal for once.
Of course no one wants to have
the crazy girl ruin their perfect dinner.
She should be locked up.
They should have thrown away the key.
The turkey is stuffed with all the
angry, selfish thoughts and insults
that hover just above the table
like a suffocating smog;
are caught in our throats for the sake of peace.
Malice is tucked in every corner,
swept under the carpet....
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2011 9:28pm
12th Jun 2011 9:28pm
The Day I Gave Up On Love
Those words written on the
forum, to help, to heal.
They stab my heart, over and over
draining the life giving blood.
Who gives a shit?
I left.
Too much to handle for even me,
so of course, how could you?
My brain does not synchronize
with my heart or my hands.
I slice, deeper and deeper;
this is all I have left,
all I have to lean on.
Too much to handle.
Day in and day out I wait,
silently sitting on my bed
for my knight in shining armor
to save me. I wait for
someone who understands me, ...
forum, to help, to heal.
They stab my heart, over and over
draining the life giving blood.
Who gives a shit?
I left.
Too much to handle for even me,
so of course, how could you?
My brain does not synchronize
with my heart or my hands.
I slice, deeper and deeper;
this is all I have left,
all I have to lean on.
Too much to handle.
Day in and day out I wait,
silently sitting on my bed
for my knight in shining armor
to save me. I wait for
someone who understands me, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2011 3:33am
10th Jun 2011 3:33am
Sticks and Stones
Words,
they mean nothing, right?
They cannot hurt,
they cannot kill,
they cannot deem the worth
of another person.
Wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
Words can break you,
tear you down until you are nothing.
Until you cry at night,
slice your skin open at every chance.
They haunt your dreams.
The words do not leave your
sight.
They whisper in your ear every
night.
They fog your brain,
control your movements;
seize your thoughts.
Words.
They wreak havoc. ...
they mean nothing, right?
They cannot hurt,
they cannot kill,
they cannot deem the worth
of another person.
Wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
Words can break you,
tear you down until you are nothing.
Until you cry at night,
slice your skin open at every chance.
They haunt your dreams.
The words do not leave your
sight.
They whisper in your ear every
night.
They fog your brain,
control your movements;
seize your thoughts.
Words.
They wreak havoc. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2011 2:38am
10th Jun 2011 2:38am
Maybe
Blood.
Wounds that won't heal,
that I won't let heal.
Pain.
Something I need,
something I've become.
Paranioa;
consumes every waking moment,
keeps me up late at night.
Schizophrenia.
What is told to my face;
crazypsychofuckedup,
whispered behind my back.
Mental disorder;
written on paper,
written in my blood.
Dangerous.
Stamped on my forehead
instilling fear into everyone I meet.
Maybe you should stay away,
maybe I am dangerous.
Maybe the media is right,
maybe you will only be...
Wounds that won't heal,
that I won't let heal.
Pain.
Something I need,
something I've become.
Paranioa;
consumes every waking moment,
keeps me up late at night.
Schizophrenia.
What is told to my face;
crazypsychofuckedup,
whispered behind my back.
Mental disorder;
written on paper,
written in my blood.
Dangerous.
Stamped on my forehead
instilling fear into everyone I meet.
Maybe you should stay away,
maybe I am dangerous.
Maybe the media is right,
maybe you will only be...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jun 2011 11:03pm
8th Jun 2011 11:03pm
Welcome
Welcome to this hell you
have forged from your own
manipulative hands.
Welcome to the death and
destruction only
rage and malice can conceive.
Welcome; welcome to a place
where no one ever leaves.
have forged from your own
manipulative hands.
Welcome to the death and
destruction only
rage and malice can conceive.
Welcome; welcome to a place
where no one ever leaves.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 4:47pm
4th Jun 2011 4:47pm
Is it Humorous?
Falling into the black hole,
down deeper into the moist abyss.
There is no one down there
to find my bones breaking funny.
Holding onto the slick branches
covered with insects crawling, slithering
around. I touch their hind legs,
their angled joints.
When I've reached the bottom
I've broken my arm,
the not-so-funny humerus.
This fantasy has taken me away
to lands of unicorns, dragons
and giants. The hole drips
water. Drip drop. Drip drop,
lullabying me into peaceful
sleep.
down deeper into the moist abyss.
There is no one down there
to find my bones breaking funny.
Holding onto the slick branches
covered with insects crawling, slithering
around. I touch their hind legs,
their angled joints.
When I've reached the bottom
I've broken my arm,
the not-so-funny humerus.
This fantasy has taken me away
to lands of unicorns, dragons
and giants. The hole drips
water. Drip drop. Drip drop,
lullabying me into peaceful
sleep.
741 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 4:44pm
4th Jun 2011 4:44pm
Doormat
You called,
I answered.
You cried,
I cried with you.
You beckoned and
I came running.
You call,
I'm busy.
You cry,
I laugh.
You beckon and
I say fuck you.
I answered.
You cried,
I cried with you.
You beckoned and
I came running.
You call,
I'm busy.
You cry,
I laugh.
You beckon and
I say fuck you.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 3:31am
4th Jun 2011 3:31am
Out of Reach
Am I not good enough?
Could I be crazy,
insane?
For ever trusting
that I wouldn't get hurt this time.
Am I not good enough
for your rich family?
Your perfect life?
How can I ever learn to trust
when you shit all over me?
I didn't mean to be crazy,
it's hardwired into my brain.
I know it hurts you,
it hurts me too.
But, I can't believe
that you refuse to understand.
All that I've been through,
everything I'm still suffering,
you throw it in my face.
I just don't know how to handle it,
and I don't...
Could I be crazy,
insane?
For ever trusting
that I wouldn't get hurt this time.
Am I not good enough
for your rich family?
Your perfect life?
How can I ever learn to trust
when you shit all over me?
I didn't mean to be crazy,
it's hardwired into my brain.
I know it hurts you,
it hurts me too.
But, I can't believe
that you refuse to understand.
All that I've been through,
everything I'm still suffering,
you throw it in my face.
I just don't know how to handle it,
and I don't...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 3:21am
4th Jun 2011 3:21am
Judgment
I hope that you see this,
and remember what you did.
You took my soul for your own,
and left me to rot from the inside out.
What is worse? To be internally haunted,
day in and day out, and be labeled as crazy?
Or to be a hollow shell of a a being,
your soul stolen and consumed by selfishness.
To my face, it's okay. Behind my back,
it disgusts you; I disgust you.
Your ignorance radiates from your being.
You make snide comments about things
you don't even know about.
Get a clue.
The world doesn't revolve around you.
Love can heal...
and remember what you did.
You took my soul for your own,
and left me to rot from the inside out.
What is worse? To be internally haunted,
day in and day out, and be labeled as crazy?
Or to be a hollow shell of a a being,
your soul stolen and consumed by selfishness.
To my face, it's okay. Behind my back,
it disgusts you; I disgust you.
Your ignorance radiates from your being.
You make snide comments about things
you don't even know about.
Get a clue.
The world doesn't revolve around you.
Love can heal...
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