Submissions by ChildInTime
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 3:52am
29th Jun 2012 3:52am
I don't know why I am never content.
Trapped in a cage.
Not feeling any rage.
This is my life.
There is no strife.
I have a roof over my head.
I get to go to sleep in a warm bed.
I get fed.
I have internet.
I have a T.V.
I have a radio, and an mp3.
I also have a wii.
I have parents that love me.
I don't really have any friends.
But I like it like that, I don't have to tame any emotional winds.
I don't know why I am never content.
Maybe it is because of all the time spent,
on how to make myself better.
For nothing.
For no reason.
I feel like everything is...
Not feeling any rage.
This is my life.
There is no strife.
I have a roof over my head.
I get to go to sleep in a warm bed.
I get fed.
I have internet.
I have a T.V.
I have a radio, and an mp3.
I also have a wii.
I have parents that love me.
I don't really have any friends.
But I like it like that, I don't have to tame any emotional winds.
I don't know why I am never content.
Maybe it is because of all the time spent,
on how to make myself better.
For nothing.
For no reason.
I feel like everything is...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 9:08pm
28th Jun 2012 9:08pm
Happy Now
Behind the car wheel.
Staring at a broken bridge.
Lately there has been nothing you can feel.
It'll be easy to drive your care off the ledge.
The warning signs are flimsy.
You can break through it.
Maybe after you're gone they might see.
But you highly doubt it.
So you shift gears,
And gain speed.
Now you won't have to worry about what they did, all your fears.
You don't really want to do this, it's actually more so a need.
Right as you go off,
You remember the good times.
You just turn your head and cough.
And your smile, it...
Staring at a broken bridge.
Lately there has been nothing you can feel.
It'll be easy to drive your care off the ledge.
The warning signs are flimsy.
You can break through it.
Maybe after you're gone they might see.
But you highly doubt it.
So you shift gears,
And gain speed.
Now you won't have to worry about what they did, all your fears.
You don't really want to do this, it's actually more so a need.
Right as you go off,
You remember the good times.
You just turn your head and cough.
And your smile, it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 4:34am
28th Jun 2012 4:34am
Scared of the Dark
People think it's silly to be scared of the dark.
But they don't know, that it's just like a danger park.
When you've got a little brother,
stepping on legos and 3 in the morning hurts like a mother.
I get up for some milk,
and my house turns into a battlefield.
But they don't know, that it's just like a danger park.
When you've got a little brother,
stepping on legos and 3 in the morning hurts like a mother.
I get up for some milk,
and my house turns into a battlefield.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 4:09am
28th Jun 2012 4:09am
Questions
Questions is all we really are.
Questions are all we really ask.
Without questions, there would be no answers.
The question mark in itself is a mystery.
?
A twist and a curve, to form a half witted loop.
And ending at the bottom with a period, so your question is bold, and not over looked.
Not a minute of my life goes by without question.
From silly little things,
To the universe and all it has to bring.
Without questions
Our life would be a useless wonder
But we're curious, and use questions so that our brains may ponder.
Questions rule my...
Questions are all we really ask.
Without questions, there would be no answers.
The question mark in itself is a mystery.
?
A twist and a curve, to form a half witted loop.
And ending at the bottom with a period, so your question is bold, and not over looked.
Not a minute of my life goes by without question.
From silly little things,
To the universe and all it has to bring.
Without questions
Our life would be a useless wonder
But we're curious, and use questions so that our brains may ponder.
Questions rule my...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 6:18am
26th Jun 2012 6:18am
Evil, evil, evil hands
Our hands tell a story,
A nice one, so don't worry.
Unless your hands are drenched in unclean blood,
In that case, you should wash them, you really should.
It's so easy though,
For our hands to tell lies to us, like we don't really know.
What we're capable of,
And we don't, all we know is the all too familiar push and shove.
What if our hands didn't lie,
And revealed to us all that's inside.
Because our hands reflect our heart,
Our hands reflect our minds in the dark.
Our hands hide the most gruesome of truths,
The ones we keep hidden away,...
A nice one, so don't worry.
Unless your hands are drenched in unclean blood,
In that case, you should wash them, you really should.
It's so easy though,
For our hands to tell lies to us, like we don't really know.
What we're capable of,
And we don't, all we know is the all too familiar push and shove.
What if our hands didn't lie,
And revealed to us all that's inside.
Because our hands reflect our heart,
Our hands reflect our minds in the dark.
Our hands hide the most gruesome of truths,
The ones we keep hidden away,...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 6:21pm
25th Jun 2012 6:21pm
I've got a secret
I've got a secret...
I might have to keep it...
In the basement...
Keep the body in containment...
Every night, they call out to me...
I'll have to pull out their tongues, but let them keep their eyes so they may see...
Everyone has to pay for what they've done...
But I can't wait that long for judgement to come...
So today is just another day...
That they'll wait...
Everything they've done...
Will be seen at the same time as the sun...
Hang you all on the highest hill...
And when light shines through, there'll be no remorse to feel......
I might have to keep it...
In the basement...
Keep the body in containment...
Every night, they call out to me...
I'll have to pull out their tongues, but let them keep their eyes so they may see...
Everyone has to pay for what they've done...
But I can't wait that long for judgement to come...
So today is just another day...
That they'll wait...
Everything they've done...
Will be seen at the same time as the sun...
Hang you all on the highest hill...
And when light shines through, there'll be no remorse to feel......
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 2:02am
25th Jun 2012 2:02am
Not to point any fingers, but come on guys, this is ridiculous
I don't want to keep writing,
when everyone is dying.
Just for a bit of attention,
as if being a poet alone isn't good enough suspension.
Writing from the heart,
whether it's shone with the brightest light, or shrouded in dark.
Isn't it a shame that we can't say what we mean,
and not be looked down on, for not being on the "poetry scene"?
I thought that when we write or read,
it's for the reason of living, or meaning, not competition in something so free as poetry.
Isn't it crazy though,
that there's so many rules, and people we should...
when everyone is dying.
Just for a bit of attention,
as if being a poet alone isn't good enough suspension.
Writing from the heart,
whether it's shone with the brightest light, or shrouded in dark.
Isn't it a shame that we can't say what we mean,
and not be looked down on, for not being on the "poetry scene"?
I thought that when we write or read,
it's for the reason of living, or meaning, not competition in something so free as poetry.
Isn't it crazy though,
that there's so many rules, and people we should...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
24th Jun 2012 8:54pm
24th Jun 2012 8:54pm
Cocaine smile
In the same singing style as led zeppelin, but more like from the album "coda", so it's a little up beat, and the words are semi slurred when it's sung, so it's not really understandable,but still sort of classy when sung*
With every intention I have to have you,
I'll have you soon enough
Emotion only second hand, never never new for you
Just don't tell me to take it easy, because it's best to snuff it up rough
Closing my eyes
Just don't want to love you tonight
Won't think about it, never twice
After it's in it turns into a fright
Mind numbing...
With every intention I have to have you,
I'll have you soon enough
Emotion only second hand, never never new for you
Just don't tell me to take it easy, because it's best to snuff it up rough
Closing my eyes
Just don't want to love you tonight
Won't think about it, never twice
After it's in it turns into a fright
Mind numbing...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jun 2012 00:45am
24th Jun 2012 00:45am
That is That.
If I should drown in the rivers of your life
well it would be alright.
If I could hold it back and steal your strife
it would be done tonight.
If I could dry your tears with a warm heart
that's what I would do.
If I could go back and soften my words so they wouldn't be so sharp
it would be done, and love could be new.
If I could go back and just have walked away
well I would be walking a long road.
If I had asked you not to stay
then no seeds of love would have been sown.
And I'd be fine with that.
because I truly hate you, and that is that.
well it would be alright.
If I could hold it back and steal your strife
it would be done tonight.
If I could dry your tears with a warm heart
that's what I would do.
If I could go back and soften my words so they wouldn't be so sharp
it would be done, and love could be new.
If I could go back and just have walked away
well I would be walking a long road.
If I had asked you not to stay
then no seeds of love would have been sown.
And I'd be fine with that.
because I truly hate you, and that is that.
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 3:44am
21st Jun 2012 3:44am
I'll go with the easy choice
There's only one true way to say 'I love you'
but there are a million ways to say 'I hate you'.
So I'll go with the easy choice
whether it be through pain or voice.
You'll see how much I care for you
just not the way you want,I'll ruin you.
I'm not very strong
so I'll use words to get my point along.
I'd rather not give you all the reasons on why I hate you
that would take all night, and I'm not about to spend my time on you.
So I'll just make a list describing you
1. Whoever told you to be yourself, lied.
2. I would ask you how old you are but...
but there are a million ways to say 'I hate you'.
So I'll go with the easy choice
whether it be through pain or voice.
You'll see how much I care for you
just not the way you want,I'll ruin you.
I'm not very strong
so I'll use words to get my point along.
I'd rather not give you all the reasons on why I hate you
that would take all night, and I'm not about to spend my time on you.
So I'll just make a list describing you
1. Whoever told you to be yourself, lied.
2. I would ask you how old you are but...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 4:16am
19th Jun 2012 4:16am
Humanity in raw; how it honestly is.
It's cute when someone tries to unravel their wit to you
for them to go on and on, when you know it's not true.
It's cute the way people beg for help
even though they could easily get out, but they'd rather put all their energy into a cry or yelp.
It's cute the way people think others care
but we really don't, yet they still put their problems on blare.
It's cute the way someone cries
because no one ever really cares, and no one ever asks why.
It's cute the way you thought everything meant so much
and how you hung onto everything so tight, in a clutch....
for them to go on and on, when you know it's not true.
It's cute the way people beg for help
even though they could easily get out, but they'd rather put all their energy into a cry or yelp.
It's cute the way people think others care
but we really don't, yet they still put their problems on blare.
It's cute the way someone cries
because no one ever really cares, and no one ever asks why.
It's cute the way you thought everything meant so much
and how you hung onto everything so tight, in a clutch....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 3:44am
19th Jun 2012 3:44am
It's always a bitch to look into the mirror.
It's always a bitch when you look into the mirror.
To see your reflection, laughing at you as your life turns into a tremor.
To see your self through your self.
I don't know who I am, but what I think I am changes, when i see my self, and empty bottles and needles just don't help.
It's not a physical condition,
But the overwhelming sense of mental deprivation.
It goes beyond what I can see, it goes beyond what I can fathom.
It makes me feel like I'm not here anymore, I just see faces, and it doesn't even matter, how loud I shout at them.
Seeing different...
To see your reflection, laughing at you as your life turns into a tremor.
To see your self through your self.
I don't know who I am, but what I think I am changes, when i see my self, and empty bottles and needles just don't help.
It's not a physical condition,
But the overwhelming sense of mental deprivation.
It goes beyond what I can see, it goes beyond what I can fathom.
It makes me feel like I'm not here anymore, I just see faces, and it doesn't even matter, how loud I shout at them.
Seeing different...
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