Submissions by Chad_cutthroatt
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2015 12:46pm
19th Feb 2015 12:46pm
Just a lyric!
I'm so low, theres
hollow in my soul,
it ain't over your heart..
Long gone the day
and since you left me,
my hearts ceased, it hollers out for you..
So, here are some words..
Its the song i made for you,
which i wrote for you..
Its how.. I'd like to show my love,
but you didn't even had a look
and you said, ''we're through.''
All these loving memories of our lives..
Are.. Just like the lyrics written on a paper,
which easily can be torn apart to pieces..
And you really did and you just threw it all away..
Believe me, i...
hollow in my soul,
it ain't over your heart..
Long gone the day
and since you left me,
my hearts ceased, it hollers out for you..
So, here are some words..
Its the song i made for you,
which i wrote for you..
Its how.. I'd like to show my love,
but you didn't even had a look
and you said, ''we're through.''
All these loving memories of our lives..
Are.. Just like the lyrics written on a paper,
which easily can be torn apart to pieces..
And you really did and you just threw it all away..
Believe me, i...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 12:58pm
18th Feb 2015 12:58pm
My adversity!
I hear noises,
strange voices
calling death
in my head.
Can't escape it
or unhear it..
Terribly!
i'm cold hearted.
I can't complain
nor restrain,
im afraid it'll end
making me insane,
addicted to pain
of blood drain..
I heard
a kind voice
lately, it spoke of a choice,
in my adversity
the only remedy
of all anxiety
or insanity..
strange voices
calling death
in my head.
Can't escape it
or unhear it..
Terribly!
i'm cold hearted.
I can't complain
nor restrain,
im afraid it'll end
making me insane,
addicted to pain
of blood drain..
I heard
a kind voice
lately, it spoke of a choice,
in my adversity
the only remedy
of all anxiety
or insanity..
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 12:49pm
18th Feb 2015 12:49pm
Enept!
I stopped.
I thought
pretending ain't gonna do..
Well you see
never felt in me.
How can i, when i don't have any?
I give
but much a pain.
A shot can kill,
so does no rain..
Be it free,
its not for me.
Gotta be
or should i pretend?
Of love, i'm ignorant..
Well i should
enact the truth,
i'm enept of any good..
I thought
pretending ain't gonna do..
Well you see
never felt in me.
How can i, when i don't have any?
I give
but much a pain.
A shot can kill,
so does no rain..
Be it free,
its not for me.
Gotta be
or should i pretend?
Of love, i'm ignorant..
Well i should
enact the truth,
i'm enept of any good..
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 4:34am
18th Feb 2015 4:34am
Hopeless dream!
As i walked alone
i saw a strange thing,
it was illuminating..
But i just went by-
'cause who'd bother when you're high..
Oh no i twisted back again
and ignited the flame..
It was soaked in dry mist,
cold and blur as i wiped it,
strange indeed!
Spoke the lifeless,
''you are the first to hold me,
the first to dry my tears.''
i was strucked with awe
and i left it to fall and break into pieces.
I felt something terrible
as the light from it
shone so bright
and woke me up.
i saw a strange thing,
it was illuminating..
But i just went by-
'cause who'd bother when you're high..
Oh no i twisted back again
and ignited the flame..
It was soaked in dry mist,
cold and blur as i wiped it,
strange indeed!
Spoke the lifeless,
''you are the first to hold me,
the first to dry my tears.''
i was strucked with awe
and i left it to fall and break into pieces.
I felt something terrible
as the light from it
shone so bright
and woke me up.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2015 4:24am
18th Feb 2015 4:24am
!
Feel the pain
in complete sanity of ignorance.
Walk alone
in the nightlife of drenced silency.
you're on your own,
you'll be left alone
embrace the pain
then shall you gain,
cold heart is what you should be.
Everythings for granted
then you'll be wanted,
but then, you don't give a fuck!
in complete sanity of ignorance.
Walk alone
in the nightlife of drenced silency.
you're on your own,
you'll be left alone
embrace the pain
then shall you gain,
cold heart is what you should be.
Everythings for granted
then you'll be wanted,
but then, you don't give a fuck!
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Feb 2015 7:15am
15th Feb 2015 7:15am
I'm alive!
How peaceful it is in here to stay,
as i'm bound here forever..
I'm overwhelmed to be alife afterlife,
overcoming my childish fear.
Breathless i lay beneath the surface,
just to give in i strove without grace.
The cold blue water kissed me goodbye,
where my bed now lay, with a sweet lullaby~
hear carefully, it still sings with serenity,
The leaves and birds are quite inspired;
but now there is something new in it,
there's a heartfelt voice to be heard..
''I'm alive..''
I relish the thought of eternity
in this ethereal serenity,
where...
as i'm bound here forever..
I'm overwhelmed to be alife afterlife,
overcoming my childish fear.
Breathless i lay beneath the surface,
just to give in i strove without grace.
The cold blue water kissed me goodbye,
where my bed now lay, with a sweet lullaby~
hear carefully, it still sings with serenity,
The leaves and birds are quite inspired;
but now there is something new in it,
there's a heartfelt voice to be heard..
''I'm alive..''
I relish the thought of eternity
in this ethereal serenity,
where...
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Feb 2015 6:56am
15th Feb 2015 6:56am
A gothic soul!
As i walked the path
of desolation in silence,
smells of darkness and fear
crept in cadence.
The hour was witching
and the path few trodden,
uncanny things happen here~
says, lurks a soul of a woman.
The moon was glorious
which kept the darkness' pride,
but it calmed no evil..
Unbeknown, i trotted the site.
Dreadfully chilled was I,
my fearheartedness!
when my very eyes
laid on a dark figure close-by;
indeed a woman
in a long black dress,
sitting still and quite,
her face pale and white.
of desolation in silence,
smells of darkness and fear
crept in cadence.
The hour was witching
and the path few trodden,
uncanny things happen here~
says, lurks a soul of a woman.
The moon was glorious
which kept the darkness' pride,
but it calmed no evil..
Unbeknown, i trotted the site.
Dreadfully chilled was I,
my fearheartedness!
when my very eyes
laid on a dark figure close-by;
indeed a woman
in a long black dress,
sitting still and quite,
her face pale and white.
678 reads
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