Submissions by Caged_Raven
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I hope you're not in search of a happy poem. If you read my works you are reading into my heart. Cold and broken. Enjoy and stomach it if you can.
DARK POEM
Published
30th Sep 2017 1:05pm
30th Sep 2017 1:05pm
Cutting deeper
Another cut and another day
Darkness ensues as the light fades
Slowly becoming emotionally calloused
An urge arises for some self-malice
A razor in my arm isn’t shit compared
To the words I receive near and afar
I love the blood creeping down my arm
Reminding me I’m in control of my harm
Letting my guard down, with clenched fists
I internally scream in small and angry fits
Until the pain throbs and overwhelms
For a short time, madness has taken the helm
When all has subsided, I grasp frim to reality
To my surprise I have not...
Darkness ensues as the light fades
Slowly becoming emotionally calloused
An urge arises for some self-malice
A razor in my arm isn’t shit compared
To the words I receive near and afar
I love the blood creeping down my arm
Reminding me I’m in control of my harm
Letting my guard down, with clenched fists
I internally scream in small and angry fits
Until the pain throbs and overwhelms
For a short time, madness has taken the helm
When all has subsided, I grasp frim to reality
To my surprise I have not...
862 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Sep 2017 11:17am
28th Sep 2017 11:17am
Letting go
Let these dark thoughts bury me under
And let this last bottle be my grave marker
Because I’d prefer to sleep in a cold bed six feet
Than face the world and pretend I know
That everything will be fine again
These nightmares will continue to haunt
And sleepless nights will only get longer
My mind is too clouded with cigarette smoke
Feeling trapped behind empty eyes my brain yearns
To pull the trigger and grant it eternal freedom
With every falling of the leaves, I lose a piece of my soul
Crushing beneath the confines of a hallowed shell...
And let this last bottle be my grave marker
Because I’d prefer to sleep in a cold bed six feet
Than face the world and pretend I know
That everything will be fine again
These nightmares will continue to haunt
And sleepless nights will only get longer
My mind is too clouded with cigarette smoke
Feeling trapped behind empty eyes my brain yearns
To pull the trigger and grant it eternal freedom
With every falling of the leaves, I lose a piece of my soul
Crushing beneath the confines of a hallowed shell...
#depression
#dark
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2016 1:04pm
25th Jan 2016 1:04pm
Thoughts
I have no idea how I have friends
Do they share the same dark feelings?
Are they on some kind of drug I wish I was on?
Something that told them that I was a decent person
What do they see in a pile of shit like myself?
How can they see a future in someone so dark?
Do they hope they can resurrect something unholy?
Am I, in effect, dragging them further to the pits of hell?
Does it burn their fingertips when they give me a pat on the back?
Does it make them feel cold when they give me a hug?
When they...
Do they share the same dark feelings?
Are they on some kind of drug I wish I was on?
Something that told them that I was a decent person
What do they see in a pile of shit like myself?
How can they see a future in someone so dark?
Do they hope they can resurrect something unholy?
Am I, in effect, dragging them further to the pits of hell?
Does it burn their fingertips when they give me a pat on the back?
Does it make them feel cold when they give me a hug?
When they...
891 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2016 1:23pm
22nd Jan 2016 1:23pm
Not Fit To Be Loved
I have never been fit to be loved
I can't remember the last time I have ever loved myself
A stranger to a warm embrace from a companion
My heart melts like the ice in my whiskey straight
Surrounded by happy couples leaves me dead inside
I refuse to falter from my personality and take the fall
I know everything about me is ugly, inside and out
Cold skin matched with a dark and void personality
Makes for a lethal combo on the dating scene
Awkward conversation due to lack of experience
Makes me the...
I can't remember the last time I have ever loved myself
A stranger to a warm embrace from a companion
My heart melts like the ice in my whiskey straight
Surrounded by happy couples leaves me dead inside
I refuse to falter from my personality and take the fall
I know everything about me is ugly, inside and out
Cold skin matched with a dark and void personality
Makes for a lethal combo on the dating scene
Awkward conversation due to lack of experience
Makes me the...
1067 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2016 12:23pm
22nd Jan 2016 12:23pm
Dark Thoughts
Words of love wear thin in the winter air
Like the smoke from a freshly burnt cigarette
Her love burns away slowly like cold embers
I'am left to my own device with dark fantasies
Feelings of joy disappear like the summer season
My thoughts grow dim and dreams become grim
I foresee the blued steel of a .45 turn crimson red
A cold barrel turn warm, covered in fresh blood
A quick gasp of precious air and then solitude
Yet, I cling to life like this bottle of tequila
Biding my time, waiting out a life...
Like the smoke from a freshly burnt cigarette
Her love burns away slowly like cold embers
I'am left to my own device with dark fantasies
Feelings of joy disappear like the summer season
My thoughts grow dim and dreams become grim
I foresee the blued steel of a .45 turn crimson red
A cold barrel turn warm, covered in fresh blood
A quick gasp of precious air and then solitude
Yet, I cling to life like this bottle of tequila
Biding my time, waiting out a life...
784 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2015 00:25am
15th Apr 2015 00:25am
Mein Flamme
She's fading away
Like a burning Polaroid
The ink starts to drip away
As tears fall from her face
She's too far gone now
torn to pieces, she falls to the floor
And I just can't fix this anymore
She burning up and up to quick
And I can't quench this flame
My hands are laced with gasoline
And she'll never be the same
Another end to a tragic love story
As I turn the page...
Like a burning Polaroid
The ink starts to drip away
As tears fall from her face
She's too far gone now
torn to pieces, she falls to the floor
And I just can't fix this anymore
She burning up and up to quick
And I can't quench this flame
My hands are laced with gasoline
And she'll never be the same
Another end to a tragic love story
As I turn the page...
826 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 1:34am
3rd Apr 2015 1:34am
Glass walls
Life is so fragile like walls of glass
And everyone presses against it waiting for it to break
Trapped and yelling for someone to save me
But my pitch isn't high enough to break this glass
Or maybe I'm just not high enough to get through this day
Beating my head against the wall trying to crack it open
Yet the blood rushing down my head only furthers my defeat
You can watch but just leave me some dignity
As I become another casualty to my insanity
And everyone presses against it waiting for it to break
Trapped and yelling for someone to save me
But my pitch isn't high enough to break this glass
Or maybe I'm just not high enough to get through this day
Beating my head against the wall trying to crack it open
Yet the blood rushing down my head only furthers my defeat
You can watch but just leave me some dignity
As I become another casualty to my insanity
932 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 11:43pm
22nd Mar 2015 11:43pm
Alles Was Ich Will
I just want to put this gun to my temple
Rubbing an imprint of the end of the barrel
Feeling the cold steel press against the cold surface of my skin
And just pull the fucking trigger
Let the bullet blow out the small flame keeping me alive
Smothering my soul with the faint smell of gunpowder
Covering the nightmares with coats of crimson red
Creating its own masterpiece dripping on the floor
No last words, no music, no parades
Just myself and these thoughts to keep me occupied
Just a simple death and a waste of...
Rubbing an imprint of the end of the barrel
Feeling the cold steel press against the cold surface of my skin
And just pull the fucking trigger
Let the bullet blow out the small flame keeping me alive
Smothering my soul with the faint smell of gunpowder
Covering the nightmares with coats of crimson red
Creating its own masterpiece dripping on the floor
No last words, no music, no parades
Just myself and these thoughts to keep me occupied
Just a simple death and a waste of...
887 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 6:40am
22nd Mar 2015 6:40am
Self-Analysis
How much more can I do before I’m completely ruined
To become an artisan of such a craft takes time
How many more times can I poke, cut and poison my soul
Before I succumb to the consequences of my actions
How many times can I stare at myself in the mirror and say,
“This is the last time”, before I realize it’s all fucking lies
How many ways can I conceal myself behind dark layers
And pray that I can cover this ugliness that stains my face
How many punches can I receive before I fail to rise again
And finally find my places among the ashes of my...
To become an artisan of such a craft takes time
How many more times can I poke, cut and poison my soul
Before I succumb to the consequences of my actions
How many times can I stare at myself in the mirror and say,
“This is the last time”, before I realize it’s all fucking lies
How many ways can I conceal myself behind dark layers
And pray that I can cover this ugliness that stains my face
How many punches can I receive before I fail to rise again
And finally find my places among the ashes of my...
985 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 8:29am
19th Mar 2015 8:29am
Ominous Thoughts
Black crows gather by my window
Sharp glares cut at me with beady eyes
Slowly inhaling from a half lit cigarette
I glance back with an empty stare
My thoughts are too twisted to give much notice
Dark emotions stir like the ice in my whiskey
One of them begins to caw manically
I close my eyes and try my best to block them out
A montage of self-inflicted terror invades my thoughts
Like a midafternoon matinee to some horror film
How enticing it would be to clear it out with a 9mm slug
These suicidal tendencies are only getting stronger ...
Sharp glares cut at me with beady eyes
Slowly inhaling from a half lit cigarette
I glance back with an empty stare
My thoughts are too twisted to give much notice
Dark emotions stir like the ice in my whiskey
One of them begins to caw manically
I close my eyes and try my best to block them out
A montage of self-inflicted terror invades my thoughts
Like a midafternoon matinee to some horror film
How enticing it would be to clear it out with a 9mm slug
These suicidal tendencies are only getting stronger ...
1015 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2015 8:50am
23rd Jan 2015 8:50am
Nightclub Confessionals
Jesus Mike lately you look stressed
What the hell is going on, take a seat
You need a load off, you can talk to me
But first I want you to take one of these
I lay down on a couch in an empty venue
Somewhere quiet behind the DJ booth
He breaks out a white bar, places it in my hand
Graciously I consume it with haste
I close my eyes, letting it sink in
The bass gets louder in my head
Sipping from a forty of Ol' English
Banging back to 2006, The Doctor's Advocate
I expel the plague within with every word
As the Xanax breaks down...
What the hell is going on, take a seat
You need a load off, you can talk to me
But first I want you to take one of these
I lay down on a couch in an empty venue
Somewhere quiet behind the DJ booth
He breaks out a white bar, places it in my hand
Graciously I consume it with haste
I close my eyes, letting it sink in
The bass gets louder in my head
Sipping from a forty of Ol' English
Banging back to 2006, The Doctor's Advocate
I expel the plague within with every word
As the Xanax breaks down...
832 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2015 8:18am
22nd Jan 2015 8:18am
Inner Conflicts
A part of me just wants to cut my wrist open
The other just wants me to stay forever young
I party like its the summer of love 1967
Drugs, women and all sorts of fast living
Enough stamina to keep me up all night
As I empty out two bottles in the club
But when the parties over two weeks later
I pull out a razor so I can slash and bleed
In a sudden convert i'm now an introvert
Begging to be left alone sulking in my thoughts
Constant change in friends and interests
It's like moving to a new school each semester
And the worst part...
The other just wants me to stay forever young
I party like its the summer of love 1967
Drugs, women and all sorts of fast living
Enough stamina to keep me up all night
As I empty out two bottles in the club
But when the parties over two weeks later
I pull out a razor so I can slash and bleed
In a sudden convert i'm now an introvert
Begging to be left alone sulking in my thoughts
Constant change in friends and interests
It's like moving to a new school each semester
And the worst part...
1030 reads
5 Comments
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