Submissions by Crying_Blood (Emalee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 11:51pm
17th Apr 2012 11:51pm
Running Against the Wind
The stone cold gust stops your tracks,
it's one step forward, two steps back.
The clock still ticks in the commotion,
but you're stuck moving in slow motion.
The opponents are moving, charging forward,
so dig your cleats in, press on forward.
Your kicks are curving, you cannot cope,
you're out of steam, you're losing hope.
But you still continue in the fight,
and continue running with all your might.
Because you know, with sweat on your skin,
if you don't try, you'll never win.
it's one step forward, two steps back.
The clock still ticks in the commotion,
but you're stuck moving in slow motion.
The opponents are moving, charging forward,
so dig your cleats in, press on forward.
Your kicks are curving, you cannot cope,
you're out of steam, you're losing hope.
But you still continue in the fight,
and continue running with all your might.
Because you know, with sweat on your skin,
if you don't try, you'll never win.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 5:38am
25th Mar 2012 5:38am
The Corset
You force me down with all your might,
and bind me with strings forever tight.
The metal ribs now crushing mine,
I scream out, you say i'm fine.
You feed me lies, of how this is good,
how this will make me be like i should.
Shaped, conformed, and not myself,
like i'm a doll upon your shelf.
You pull tighter; my blood then flows,
as dark stains on your hands it shows.
Blood drips down, my pallor grows,
as my heartbeat slows and slows.
My breath now strained, i start to choke,
upon the lies shoved down my throat.
I refuse to live upon this...
and bind me with strings forever tight.
The metal ribs now crushing mine,
I scream out, you say i'm fine.
You feed me lies, of how this is good,
how this will make me be like i should.
Shaped, conformed, and not myself,
like i'm a doll upon your shelf.
You pull tighter; my blood then flows,
as dark stains on your hands it shows.
Blood drips down, my pallor grows,
as my heartbeat slows and slows.
My breath now strained, i start to choke,
upon the lies shoved down my throat.
I refuse to live upon this...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Nov 2011 3:13am
26th Nov 2011 3:13am
Gonna kill someone
Feel like killing a certain someone...anyone know of a place where murder is legal??? >:(
683 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Sep 2011 00:44am
19th Sep 2011 00:44am
WE'RE THROUGH
WHAT KIND OF SISTER DOES THESE THINGS,
YOU SNOTTY LITTLE BITCH?!
WHY THE HELL SHOULD I EVEN CARE OF WHAT YOU THINK?
YOU CALL ME A LITTLE BITCH, AND THINK THAT IT WILL BOTHER ME,
I GUESS I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU FALL TO PIECES.
I'VE HELD YOU UP FOR ALL THESE YEARS,
WIPED YOUR TEARS AWAY WHEN YOU CRIED.
AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA TREAT ME LIKE SHIT.
THAT'S IT...WE'RE THROUGH!
YOU SNOTTY LITTLE BITCH?!
WHY THE HELL SHOULD I EVEN CARE OF WHAT YOU THINK?
YOU CALL ME A LITTLE BITCH, AND THINK THAT IT WILL BOTHER ME,
I GUESS I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU FALL TO PIECES.
I'VE HELD YOU UP FOR ALL THESE YEARS,
WIPED YOUR TEARS AWAY WHEN YOU CRIED.
AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA TREAT ME LIKE SHIT.
THAT'S IT...WE'RE THROUGH!
797 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2011 00:22am
8th Sep 2011 00:22am
Answer me
Are you my blessing,
or my curse?
My prince,
or my grim reaper?
Will you wipe my tears away,
or be the one to make me cry?
Will you catch me when I fall,
or be the one to push me?
Are the tear stains on my pillow,
from happiness or pain?
People tell me what to think,
but, should I believe them?
Are they right,
or are they wrong?
If you used me,
or if not,
means no difference in my mind.
All I want,
all I need,
is an answer...
or my curse?
My prince,
or my grim reaper?
Will you wipe my tears away,
or be the one to make me cry?
Will you catch me when I fall,
or be the one to push me?
Are the tear stains on my pillow,
from happiness or pain?
People tell me what to think,
but, should I believe them?
Are they right,
or are they wrong?
If you used me,
or if not,
means no difference in my mind.
All I want,
all I need,
is an answer...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 8:43am
5th Sep 2011 8:43am
Two Hearts: Collaboration with Benji
Two hearts yearn to be one
like a stubborn knot
that can't be undone
or a losing war
that will never be won
they love and lust
for together they will be,
it's a must
yet his blade is so sharp
without a trace of bloody rust
two hearts intertwined,
as if by fate.
with three little words,
what a chance they did take.
As if by magic,
a burden was lifted.
They floated together,
forever they drifted.
like a stubborn knot
that can't be undone
or a losing war
that will never be won
they love and lust
for together they will be,
it's a must
yet his blade is so sharp
without a trace of bloody rust
two hearts intertwined,
as if by fate.
with three little words,
what a chance they did take.
As if by magic,
a burden was lifted.
They floated together,
forever they drifted.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 3:57am
5th Sep 2011 3:57am
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This silence is slowly killing me,
but you don't even know.
I've poured out my heart and soul,
but you only watched me bleed.
I helped you with so many things,
yet you went towards my best friend.
I love you more than you'll ever know,
but do you even care?
You think that I'm just going,
through some sort of faze.
But let me tell you this, my dear,
what I feel will never die.
Though now you have me second guessing,
everything I know.
Is all the things I know to be,
not really the reality?
You are...
but you don't even know.
I've poured out my heart and soul,
but you only watched me bleed.
I helped you with so many things,
yet you went towards my best friend.
I love you more than you'll ever know,
but do you even care?
You think that I'm just going,
through some sort of faze.
But let me tell you this, my dear,
what I feel will never die.
Though now you have me second guessing,
everything I know.
Is all the things I know to be,
not really the reality?
You are...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2011 12:15pm
1st Sep 2011 12:15pm
Train
Lay down on the tracks in the dead of night,
in front of a train with no light.
Hold your breath and count to ten,
Soon it will all be at an end.
You can live no longer with this dread,
you think of yourself better off dead.
Your heart and soul are now in mangles,
since for your life is full of tangles.
You dare not look into a mirror,
to see yourself so full of fear.
Your head is beginning to throb and pound,
as your world comes crashing down.
A month ago your car was towed,
a week ago your house foreclosed.
Your wife...
in front of a train with no light.
Hold your breath and count to ten,
Soon it will all be at an end.
You can live no longer with this dread,
you think of yourself better off dead.
Your heart and soul are now in mangles,
since for your life is full of tangles.
You dare not look into a mirror,
to see yourself so full of fear.
Your head is beginning to throb and pound,
as your world comes crashing down.
A month ago your car was towed,
a week ago your house foreclosed.
Your wife...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 6:27pm
31st Aug 2011 6:27pm
Dark Red Nails
She lays still upon her bed,
a silk pillow beneath her head.
Her hands are cold and white like snow,
with dark red nails just for show.
People cry as they walk by,
each now saying their last goodbye.
A young woman loved by all,
is now a limp and lifeless doll.
The box is closed and heads are bowed,
and bitter rain falls from a cloud.
And as the coffin's lowered down,
crashing thunder begins to pound.
Quickly buried in the ground,
her soul awaits her second birth.
Then lightning strikes with fervent heat,
and her...
a silk pillow beneath her head.
Her hands are cold and white like snow,
with dark red nails just for show.
People cry as they walk by,
each now saying their last goodbye.
A young woman loved by all,
is now a limp and lifeless doll.
The box is closed and heads are bowed,
and bitter rain falls from a cloud.
And as the coffin's lowered down,
crashing thunder begins to pound.
Quickly buried in the ground,
her soul awaits her second birth.
Then lightning strikes with fervent heat,
and her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 4:14pm
31st Aug 2011 4:14pm
Lost
A life without purpose.
No battles to fight,
except for the struggle,
within ourselves.
The fight to find a place,
in a world that doesn't want us.
And it that world,
you are not special.
If you're one in a million,
650 people are just like you.
You are confused,
whether you know it or not.
You know not truth,
but only many lies.
Lies to "protect" you,
from the real world.
No one is strong enough,
to live on truth alone.
Perhaps we don't need to be.
We are broken,
at rock bottom....
No battles to fight,
except for the struggle,
within ourselves.
The fight to find a place,
in a world that doesn't want us.
And it that world,
you are not special.
If you're one in a million,
650 people are just like you.
You are confused,
whether you know it or not.
You know not truth,
but only many lies.
Lies to "protect" you,
from the real world.
No one is strong enough,
to live on truth alone.
Perhaps we don't need to be.
We are broken,
at rock bottom....
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 5:48pm
12th Aug 2011 5:48pm
Red: The color of love
Isn't it romance,
a love note in blood?
Sweet as new roses,
just starting to bud.
Each little letter,
comes straight from my pain.
Just so the meaning,
is not lost in vain.
Blade in my right hand,
my wrist at my left.
Because my own heart,
is what you have theft.
Pain on the inside,
outside now the same.
But don't you dare worry,
for you're not to blame.
The fault is my own,
my guard was not up.
Now I am bleeding,
from this very deep cut.
It's coming so red,
the color of blood....
a love note in blood?
Sweet as new roses,
just starting to bud.
Each little letter,
comes straight from my pain.
Just so the meaning,
is not lost in vain.
Blade in my right hand,
my wrist at my left.
Because my own heart,
is what you have theft.
Pain on the inside,
outside now the same.
But don't you dare worry,
for you're not to blame.
The fault is my own,
my guard was not up.
Now I am bleeding,
from this very deep cut.
It's coming so red,
the color of blood....
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