Submissions by Cinny
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 5:09pm
20th Dec 2012 5:09pm
Sometimes you should choose Silence
You say you are amazing and
unique and fresh, full of beautiful
humanity and love for the true.
So why does your mouth spew out
such ugly and self-betraying words?
Do not claim do be perfection for
being unique, when your uniqueness is
built on the shaky foundations of being
a loud mouth whose too rude to know when
to bite your tongue.
If you truly want to be unique and show
your humility, maybe for once try choosing
silence.
unique and fresh, full of beautiful
humanity and love for the true.
So why does your mouth spew out
such ugly and self-betraying words?
Do not claim do be perfection for
being unique, when your uniqueness is
built on the shaky foundations of being
a loud mouth whose too rude to know when
to bite your tongue.
If you truly want to be unique and show
your humility, maybe for once try choosing
silence.
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 7:12am
20th Dec 2012 7:12am
For a Moment
Just for a moment I am going
to wonder what it would take
for you to finally whisper that
I was beautiful.
Should I drown myself, hair
flowing under the water around
my paler than usual face?
Slice up my wrists and thighs
in a bath tub, taint the clear
water with my sinful love of
pain?
I will tape up my mouth and
lock away all my words behind
my lips if that's what it takes.
Crawling on hands and knees to
reach out for the pant-leg of you,
my self-proclaimed salvation.
My strength of...
to wonder what it would take
for you to finally whisper that
I was beautiful.
Should I drown myself, hair
flowing under the water around
my paler than usual face?
Slice up my wrists and thighs
in a bath tub, taint the clear
water with my sinful love of
pain?
I will tape up my mouth and
lock away all my words behind
my lips if that's what it takes.
Crawling on hands and knees to
reach out for the pant-leg of you,
my self-proclaimed salvation.
My strength of...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 00:27am
20th Dec 2012 00:27am
Relapse
Fall into the ocean of dark red
that pulsates through blue veins
that are cut in half.
Slice up the lies and open up
Pandora's box.
I'm relapsing into a dark pleasure
that I promised everyone I wouldn't
dive into again.
I'm accepting in the dark words that
I pretended I wasn't ever going to believe
again but in the end I am breathing
them in as if they're oxygen.
I keep relapsing because I can't heal my
wounds alone.
I keep relapsing because I don't want to
try anymore. ...
that pulsates through blue veins
that are cut in half.
Slice up the lies and open up
Pandora's box.
I'm relapsing into a dark pleasure
that I promised everyone I wouldn't
dive into again.
I'm accepting in the dark words that
I pretended I wasn't ever going to believe
again but in the end I am breathing
them in as if they're oxygen.
I keep relapsing because I can't heal my
wounds alone.
I keep relapsing because I don't want to
try anymore. ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Dec 2012 7:05am
19th Dec 2012 7:05am
Eyes on Fire [excerpt]
an excerpt from Chapter 2]
She walked past me into the room and I closed my door, watching her sit at the stool for the vanity as I sat back down on my bed. “Today, by the forest, they found Yanee’s body.” I gasped, covering my mouth in horror and shock. “She was mauled badly and there was no blood in her body, they think she’s been there for a little over a week now. The police are also worried because she did not decompose in that amount of time.”
“Ya-Yanee can’t be dead, I just spoke to her a couple weeks ago…”
“I’m sorry, Viana…”
I...
She walked past me into the room and I closed my door, watching her sit at the stool for the vanity as I sat back down on my bed. “Today, by the forest, they found Yanee’s body.” I gasped, covering my mouth in horror and shock. “She was mauled badly and there was no blood in her body, they think she’s been there for a little over a week now. The police are also worried because she did not decompose in that amount of time.”
“Ya-Yanee can’t be dead, I just spoke to her a couple weeks ago…”
“I’m sorry, Viana…”
I...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Dec 2012 6:56am
19th Dec 2012 6:56am
Eyes on Fire [Prologue]
In this world, things happen that cannot be explained. For example, people can’t explain what happens after you die. People cannot explain why they kill each other, other than brushing it off as simple mental illnesses. People cannot explain a lot of things, yet we all try to find our own answers as life goes on. We keep looking for answers until we finally die ourselves. I was taught when I was younger by my mother that death was like a journey, one that you don’t return from, one that keeps going on for a long time. No happiness, no sadness, no pain, no touch, no sensations at all. Just a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 9:08am
16th Dec 2012 9:08am
Pretending
Let's keep on pretending that
Heaven will be worth the waiting
in the end of our tortured love.
We'll pretend that this will end
our cravings for one another.
No longer will lust pulse in our
veins for the other person, that's
what we should tell ourselves.
God frowns upon our heated touches.
Then again, I wonder if we'll end up
in Heaven together, to be lovers.
If not, that's Hell, not Heaven.
My never is found inside of forever
with you, your blue eyes that are so
cold when I ask for us to wait for
sex...
Heaven will be worth the waiting
in the end of our tortured love.
We'll pretend that this will end
our cravings for one another.
No longer will lust pulse in our
veins for the other person, that's
what we should tell ourselves.
God frowns upon our heated touches.
Then again, I wonder if we'll end up
in Heaven together, to be lovers.
If not, that's Hell, not Heaven.
My never is found inside of forever
with you, your blue eyes that are so
cold when I ask for us to wait for
sex...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 9:03am
16th Dec 2012 9:03am
Falling
I am falling too fast from
the roof of a ninety story
sky scraper.
I am too tired to keep trying
to find my freedom in this
never-ending world of limitations
and broken dreams.
I've cut myself on angel hair
and lost myself inside hell fire,
shackled as my hope and love was
broken to bits.
Closing my green eyes and enjoying
the rushing air.
I want to keep falling forever
but the concrete is growing too
close to dream more.
My angels wings are bruised and
restrained now, I can no longer...
the roof of a ninety story
sky scraper.
I am too tired to keep trying
to find my freedom in this
never-ending world of limitations
and broken dreams.
I've cut myself on angel hair
and lost myself inside hell fire,
shackled as my hope and love was
broken to bits.
Closing my green eyes and enjoying
the rushing air.
I want to keep falling forever
but the concrete is growing too
close to dream more.
My angels wings are bruised and
restrained now, I can no longer...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2012 4:10pm
14th Dec 2012 4:10pm
Am I The Chosen Pessimist?
I'm somewhere between love and hate,
not sure where to turn, not sure how
to balance this anymore.
I'm slowly coming into a faithless
relationship with a God I do not
believe in.
You're my halo keeping me alive
but I know you don't love me, there
is so much limitation when it comes
to us.
Write my name in stone, don't let
me be forgotten.
Crossing through flames, not alive
but as the chosen pessimist?
Again?
I can't keep balancing this race,
come faithless God.
not sure where to turn, not sure how
to balance this anymore.
I'm slowly coming into a faithless
relationship with a God I do not
believe in.
You're my halo keeping me alive
but I know you don't love me, there
is so much limitation when it comes
to us.
Write my name in stone, don't let
me be forgotten.
Crossing through flames, not alive
but as the chosen pessimist?
Again?
I can't keep balancing this race,
come faithless God.
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2012 6:33am
14th Dec 2012 6:33am
A Walking Tragedy
I'm another Juliet waiting to
be stabbed in the chest by a knife
that she brings to that place with
her own hand.
The will and force to slay yourself
is something I never seem to fully
possess, maybe that's something one
should be grateful for.
A blessing for you, but a curse for
a person like me.
It's so easy to keep smiling as if no
chains are wrapped around my throat,
suffocating the words I want so badly
to speak.
There are fingers that only I can see
and feel plugging my ears to lock away
the small bits...
be stabbed in the chest by a knife
that she brings to that place with
her own hand.
The will and force to slay yourself
is something I never seem to fully
possess, maybe that's something one
should be grateful for.
A blessing for you, but a curse for
a person like me.
It's so easy to keep smiling as if no
chains are wrapped around my throat,
suffocating the words I want so badly
to speak.
There are fingers that only I can see
and feel plugging my ears to lock away
the small bits...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 7:32pm
12th Dec 2012 7:32pm
For You
I am too nice to say 'Fuck You'
despite the shit that you do.
I'm too nice to punch you in the eye
so instead I listen to you whine with a sigh.
I'm certain that you're never sick
Just crippled by your whininess.
I sometimes wonder what it'd be like
for you to have a peaceful and quiet night.
Probably too painful for someone whose accustomed
to crying wolf to every other persons systems.
It's very annoying to sit next to you and smile
or to listen to you cry and whine for quite awhile.
I admit I want to hurt you so you'll shut up, ...
despite the shit that you do.
I'm too nice to punch you in the eye
so instead I listen to you whine with a sigh.
I'm certain that you're never sick
Just crippled by your whininess.
I sometimes wonder what it'd be like
for you to have a peaceful and quiet night.
Probably too painful for someone whose accustomed
to crying wolf to every other persons systems.
It's very annoying to sit next to you and smile
or to listen to you cry and whine for quite awhile.
I admit I want to hurt you so you'll shut up, ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 7:25pm
12th Dec 2012 7:25pm
So Sick
Your voice is nails to a chalkboard
and your words are crude and probing
and pitiful.
You're pathetic, I smell the stench
of desperation coming from your ill
kept body.
Seriously, do you even know what
the definition of fucking hygiene is?
If anyone ever says something you disagree
with, you bite their head off and try to
make them feel less or stupid when nothing
you say ever makes sense.
You make up facts, all the bullshit you spew
certainly must take you all day to write.
It's sickening, your existence is...
and your words are crude and probing
and pitiful.
You're pathetic, I smell the stench
of desperation coming from your ill
kept body.
Seriously, do you even know what
the definition of fucking hygiene is?
If anyone ever says something you disagree
with, you bite their head off and try to
make them feel less or stupid when nothing
you say ever makes sense.
You make up facts, all the bullshit you spew
certainly must take you all day to write.
It's sickening, your existence is...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 5:47am
11th Dec 2012 5:47am
Fake Prisma Colors
I'm smiling so bright I can
paint a rainbow as I fall into
the cold black and white arms
of death.
Surely though this is when I
can truly be happy at long last.
I know I am fake, I am always
wearing a mask that no one can
distinguish from who I truly am
underneath.
It's best that way.
I clutch my red wrists as I fall
deeper and deeper into the darkness,
still trying to radiate a bright
color for the world before they all
turn those fake smiles on me and
dig their daggers of words deeper into ...
paint a rainbow as I fall into
the cold black and white arms
of death.
Surely though this is when I
can truly be happy at long last.
I know I am fake, I am always
wearing a mask that no one can
distinguish from who I truly am
underneath.
It's best that way.
I clutch my red wrists as I fall
deeper and deeper into the darkness,
still trying to radiate a bright
color for the world before they all
turn those fake smiles on me and
dig their daggers of words deeper into ...
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