Submissions by ChildInTime
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 6:30am
20th Jul 2012 6:30am
You gonna be another Mr. Hero?
Everything you thought was real
turns into a beauty scene
It all just fades to fake people
doing all they can to look more fake
Your life
boils down to what someone else thinks is right
You're just trapped in the illusion
no one knows you
You can't get through to anyone
because despite popular belief
two minds don't live in unison
So you just keep faking it
day after day after day
And no one has the nerve to step up and change it
so it all lies on you
Everything that will be and will not be
rests in your cradle of decision...
turns into a beauty scene
It all just fades to fake people
doing all they can to look more fake
Your life
boils down to what someone else thinks is right
You're just trapped in the illusion
no one knows you
You can't get through to anyone
because despite popular belief
two minds don't live in unison
So you just keep faking it
day after day after day
And no one has the nerve to step up and change it
so it all lies on you
Everything that will be and will not be
rests in your cradle of decision...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 6:11am
20th Jul 2012 6:11am
Making deals with the dead
Patience runs thin,
in the state of mind I'm in.
Birds fly low,
and the cards never show.
Fake perceptions of what I thought was so real,
now seeing it's not, I'll have to make a deal.
All this time it was known,
all this time, and I still haven't grown.
I'm not what you signed off on,
you'll see that I lied, and did everything against it under the sun.
I didn't hold up my end of the deal,
and now wandering around, selling my soul for a meal.
Nothing more pitiful that a child running from nothing,
but all this time I thought it was...
in the state of mind I'm in.
Birds fly low,
and the cards never show.
Fake perceptions of what I thought was so real,
now seeing it's not, I'll have to make a deal.
All this time it was known,
all this time, and I still haven't grown.
I'm not what you signed off on,
you'll see that I lied, and did everything against it under the sun.
I didn't hold up my end of the deal,
and now wandering around, selling my soul for a meal.
Nothing more pitiful that a child running from nothing,
but all this time I thought it was...
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 8:50am
19th Jul 2012 8:50am
Facebook rage. Sad but true story.
If I receive one more farmiville request, I'm going to shoot myself.
If I see one more duck face, I will put a bullet in their brain, and that can't be good for your health.
If I see one more whiney status,
I'm going to leave my computer in the trash can.
If I see one more skinny bitch posting a picture in a bikini, complaining that she's fat,
And one more fat bitch posting pictures in a bikini saying she's all that,
I will slaughter the internet.
Yes, you read correctly, slaughter the internet.
There's a certain point of denial, where you have to break down...
If I see one more duck face, I will put a bullet in their brain, and that can't be good for your health.
If I see one more whiney status,
I'm going to leave my computer in the trash can.
If I see one more skinny bitch posting a picture in a bikini, complaining that she's fat,
And one more fat bitch posting pictures in a bikini saying she's all that,
I will slaughter the internet.
Yes, you read correctly, slaughter the internet.
There's a certain point of denial, where you have to break down...
824 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 4:30am
19th Jul 2012 4:30am
I want to see you die,then have a camp out :)
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 6:40am
17th Jul 2012 6:40am
I drew an ugly picture; A metaphor.
I drew a picture.
I drew Earth.
It wasn't a pretty picture.
I had to color the water red.
Because of all the blood we spill.
It looked more like a toddler's eating tray.
I didn't draw a sphere.
Sphere's a perfect.
Sphere's come back around in a perfect circle.
Earth isn't a perfect circle.
Both literally as well as metaphorically.
I have shaky hands.
So I didn't stay in the lines.
I used crayons because they leave little spaces in whatever you color.
After all, the world is just a mass of color, with little empty spaces every where....
I drew Earth.
It wasn't a pretty picture.
I had to color the water red.
Because of all the blood we spill.
It looked more like a toddler's eating tray.
I didn't draw a sphere.
Sphere's a perfect.
Sphere's come back around in a perfect circle.
Earth isn't a perfect circle.
Both literally as well as metaphorically.
I have shaky hands.
So I didn't stay in the lines.
I used crayons because they leave little spaces in whatever you color.
After all, the world is just a mass of color, with little empty spaces every where....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2012 6:13am
17th Jul 2012 6:13am
Control
Control.
Everyone wants
Control.
Control.
Con.
Troll.
Conning trolls?
Everyone wants a troll that cons you?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes we do.
Everyone wants
Control.
Control.
Con.
Troll.
Conning trolls?
Everyone wants a troll that cons you?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes we do.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Jul 2012 1:05am
16th Jul 2012 1:05am
Broken Wings Don't Help A Thing
At her home
She sits alone
A gun placed to her head,
As she lays helpless in her bed.
No one really knew
But what she said was true
And with a kiss goodbye,
She floats to the sky.
But her wings are torn
And she falls to where no one mourns
And keeps falling,
And keeps calling.
No one around to hear
Voice fades, no longer clear
No one around to care,
She starts to feel the flames singe her hair.
No one really cared
No one thought to ask, though some had been dared
Now it's too late,
They wasted time in their wait....
She sits alone
A gun placed to her head,
As she lays helpless in her bed.
No one really knew
But what she said was true
And with a kiss goodbye,
She floats to the sky.
But her wings are torn
And she falls to where no one mourns
And keeps falling,
And keeps calling.
No one around to hear
Voice fades, no longer clear
No one around to care,
She starts to feel the flames singe her hair.
No one really cared
No one thought to ask, though some had been dared
Now it's too late,
They wasted time in their wait....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 7:08am
12th Jul 2012 7:08am
We're all morons, We're all turned on.
We're all lying.
We're all crying.
We're all morons.
We're all turned on.
We're all sad.
We're all mad.
We're all happy.
We're all rejecting reality.
We're all wanting more.
We're all leaving through the back door.
We're all thinking too highly of ourselves.
We're all aware that everything that's in the pot melts.
We're all the same.
We're all insane.
We're all different.
We're all dependent.
We're all letting everyone down.
We're all acting like the clown.
We're all morons.
We're all turned on.
We're all crying.
We're all morons.
We're all turned on.
We're all sad.
We're all mad.
We're all happy.
We're all rejecting reality.
We're all wanting more.
We're all leaving through the back door.
We're all thinking too highly of ourselves.
We're all aware that everything that's in the pot melts.
We're all the same.
We're all insane.
We're all different.
We're all dependent.
We're all letting everyone down.
We're all acting like the clown.
We're all morons.
We're all turned on.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 7:01am
12th Jul 2012 7:01am
How things used to be
I wish facebook would get back to what it used to be.
A place to look up your ex's and see how fat they got.
That's all.
A place to look up your ex's and see how fat they got.
That's all.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 6:06am
7th Jul 2012 6:06am
Don't be afraid to push the limits, and be different.
push your limits.
push yourself.
bully yourself.
take yourself to whole new levels.
don't count time, forget days, hours, and minutes.
never accept self pity help.
always give help.
look your best, even when disheveled.
when the world brings you down,
just push it over.
fight what your supposed to love.
tear off all bonds.
when everyone is crying, don't make a sound.
when everyone is drinking, stay sober.
when everyone's admiring, kill the dove.
when everyone is cleaning, destroy their lawns.
look down when everyone looks up....
push yourself.
bully yourself.
take yourself to whole new levels.
don't count time, forget days, hours, and minutes.
never accept self pity help.
always give help.
look your best, even when disheveled.
when the world brings you down,
just push it over.
fight what your supposed to love.
tear off all bonds.
when everyone is crying, don't make a sound.
when everyone is drinking, stay sober.
when everyone's admiring, kill the dove.
when everyone is cleaning, destroy their lawns.
look down when everyone looks up....
844 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jul 2012 5:22am
6th Jul 2012 5:22am
I'd rather be kicked out of society for what I am, than accepted for what I am not.
I'd rather be kicked out of this society for who I am,
Than being accepted in it for who I am not.
I won't sit back and watch you tear my world down,
And I won't stand up against it.
I will just be me.
And you will never be you.
I will die knowing where I stand, and what I am.
And you will die never knowing the truth.
You go on doing drugs.
You go for another drink.
You live your life, party by party.
But it means nothing to me.
I see the bigger picture.
I now know the truth.
I know what it means to stand alone.
You only know what it...
Than being accepted in it for who I am not.
I won't sit back and watch you tear my world down,
And I won't stand up against it.
I will just be me.
And you will never be you.
I will die knowing where I stand, and what I am.
And you will die never knowing the truth.
You go on doing drugs.
You go for another drink.
You live your life, party by party.
But it means nothing to me.
I see the bigger picture.
I now know the truth.
I know what it means to stand alone.
You only know what it...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Jul 2012 4:50am
5th Jul 2012 4:50am
Self inspiring hatred; being who I'm not.
Self inspiring hatred.
Brought on from the depths of your soul.
Even if you wanted, you wouldn't be able to change it.
So you just keep digging a hole.
hate myself.
hate what I pretend to be.
wish I could be a book on a shelf.
One that nobody reads.
want to lock myself in a maintenance closet.
want to drink the various bottles of poisons and chemicals.
want to go slowly, so I feel every ounce of pain as I drip through the fosset.
don't want to numb it all away with another shot of demerol.
just want to feel myself die.
want to feel like what...
Brought on from the depths of your soul.
Even if you wanted, you wouldn't be able to change it.
So you just keep digging a hole.
hate myself.
hate what I pretend to be.
wish I could be a book on a shelf.
One that nobody reads.
want to lock myself in a maintenance closet.
want to drink the various bottles of poisons and chemicals.
want to go slowly, so I feel every ounce of pain as I drip through the fosset.
don't want to numb it all away with another shot of demerol.
just want to feel myself die.
want to feel like what...
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