Submissions by DarkSaveForStars
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2017 1:07am
6th Oct 2017 1:07am
Hell
hell is not fire
hell is the front seat of a beat up gmc
hell is cigarette smoke lingering on your favorite jacket
hell is pen marks on wrists
hell is waking up at two am on a sunday morning
hell is pancakes cooking on a saturday
hell is hands that won't stop shaking
hell is a bottle of pills
hell is one in the morning
hell is the taste of cheap beer
hell is acid burning the back of your throat
hell is sunsets and skylines
hell is the radio that plays in the background
hell is the smell of chlorine and sunscreen
hell is the...
hell is the front seat of a beat up gmc
hell is cigarette smoke lingering on your favorite jacket
hell is pen marks on wrists
hell is waking up at two am on a sunday morning
hell is pancakes cooking on a saturday
hell is hands that won't stop shaking
hell is a bottle of pills
hell is one in the morning
hell is the taste of cheap beer
hell is acid burning the back of your throat
hell is sunsets and skylines
hell is the radio that plays in the background
hell is the smell of chlorine and sunscreen
hell is the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2017 2:20am
5th Oct 2017 2:20am
We Were Young Once
We were young once
The wind called our names
The sun forever smiled upon us
Scraped knees were terrible foes
That could be vanquished
With a bandage and
A gentle brush of lips
Summers dragged on
But forever we wanted more
Night air smelled sweet
And clouds were graceful passersby
Scuffs and scrapes
All forgotten in a moment
Swingsets meant flying
Neverland was but a wish away
Nostalgia soars bringing
Bittersweet air to rest in our lungs
It was never that great
Always much better in daydreams
Yes, we...
The wind called our names
The sun forever smiled upon us
Scraped knees were terrible foes
That could be vanquished
With a bandage and
A gentle brush of lips
Summers dragged on
But forever we wanted more
Night air smelled sweet
And clouds were graceful passersby
Scuffs and scrapes
All forgotten in a moment
Swingsets meant flying
Neverland was but a wish away
Nostalgia soars bringing
Bittersweet air to rest in our lungs
It was never that great
Always much better in daydreams
Yes, we...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2017 2:19am
5th Oct 2017 2:19am
Alone
I am alone
I am alone and the words won't come
I need them to
I need something to hold onto
I don't do well alone
I'm trying to force the words out
so I can have some semblance of company
I need to vent
but I don't know what I would say
I'm not angry
or sad
or upset
I'm just alone
and I don't do well alone
I am alone and the words won't come
I need them to
I need something to hold onto
I don't do well alone
I'm trying to force the words out
so I can have some semblance of company
I need to vent
but I don't know what I would say
I'm not angry
or sad
or upset
I'm just alone
and I don't do well alone
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2017 6:03pm
4th Oct 2017 6:03pm
The Foulness of Hope
The foulness of hope
Sticks to the roof of your mouth
Coating your tongue with dust
A pill without water
Slowly sliding down the back of your throat
Curdling your stomach
Forcing you to your knees
Acid trailing down your face
Stinging, burning
The faithful are the faithless
The hopeful are the hopeless
No matter how you try to fight it
It's a disease
There is no cure
Blurred vision swears you're alone
Ears burdened with voices claim different
Lies pressed close to your heart
Feeding you small doses of...
Sticks to the roof of your mouth
Coating your tongue with dust
A pill without water
Slowly sliding down the back of your throat
Curdling your stomach
Forcing you to your knees
Acid trailing down your face
Stinging, burning
The faithful are the faithless
The hopeful are the hopeless
No matter how you try to fight it
It's a disease
There is no cure
Blurred vision swears you're alone
Ears burdened with voices claim different
Lies pressed close to your heart
Feeding you small doses of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2017 6:02pm
4th Oct 2017 6:02pm
Untitled (II)
sometimes words are hard
which is strange
because they're your life blood
your fingers bleed ink
words are your life
your work
your love
and yet the prose and analogies
metaphors and glittery ink
never come across as intended
you can speak
but they do not hear what you say
which is strange
because they're your life blood
your fingers bleed ink
words are your life
your work
your love
and yet the prose and analogies
metaphors and glittery ink
never come across as intended
you can speak
but they do not hear what you say
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2017 11:20pm
3rd Oct 2017 11:20pm
Honesty
honesty is
carefully planned words that hit home
pretty words that make you think
honesty is the truth
but only when you want to hear it
I am not honest
I am brutal
I am no holds barred
I bite down and rip flesh
I tear and destroy and break
I am honest
brutally so
in my words
in my writing
in my head
because kindness and delicacy are reserved
for those who deserve it
and I do not
I never did
carefully planned words that hit home
pretty words that make you think
honesty is the truth
but only when you want to hear it
I am not honest
I am brutal
I am no holds barred
I bite down and rip flesh
I tear and destroy and break
I am honest
brutally so
in my words
in my writing
in my head
because kindness and delicacy are reserved
for those who deserve it
and I do not
I never did
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2017 11:20pm
3rd Oct 2017 11:20pm
Words
sometimes i tear at my own skin
in hopes of making the words flow easier
but it doesn't
sometimes i hide for days
not because i have nothing to say
but because i have too much
sometimes i whisper prayers
to gods i know won't answer
because i have nothing left
nothing left but words
that never come easy
words that never make sense
no pretty metaphors
no dramatic lines
just pain and hurt and words
caught in my throat
choking me
with a bitter violent taste
as i swallow them down
just words
in hopes of making the words flow easier
but it doesn't
sometimes i hide for days
not because i have nothing to say
but because i have too much
sometimes i whisper prayers
to gods i know won't answer
because i have nothing left
nothing left but words
that never come easy
words that never make sense
no pretty metaphors
no dramatic lines
just pain and hurt and words
caught in my throat
choking me
with a bitter violent taste
as i swallow them down
just words
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2017 4:22am
3rd Oct 2017 4:22am
Love
violence
shouting matches
divorce papers
cheating
accusations
separations
staying together out of spite
that's love
love is bitter, biting words
and insults that cut deep
it's fists and bruises
and tears
it's not love if you don't cry
that's love
and i don't want it
shouting matches
divorce papers
cheating
accusations
separations
staying together out of spite
that's love
love is bitter, biting words
and insults that cut deep
it's fists and bruises
and tears
it's not love if you don't cry
that's love
and i don't want it
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2017 4:21am
3rd Oct 2017 4:21am
Paint By Numbers
6
the sting of the first slap across your cheek
sixth grade reading level
church on sunday
burnt scrambled eggs
9
clock hands that tick too slowly
latchkey kid
rooftops after midnight
unquestioned grass stains on knees
12
beat up sneakers
straight a’s and ponytails
shorts that are just a little too short
flirty smiles from men old enough to be your father
15
blades hidden beneath cellphone covers
locked bathroom stalls
do it yourself haircuts
scholarship material
18 ...
the sting of the first slap across your cheek
sixth grade reading level
church on sunday
burnt scrambled eggs
9
clock hands that tick too slowly
latchkey kid
rooftops after midnight
unquestioned grass stains on knees
12
beat up sneakers
straight a’s and ponytails
shorts that are just a little too short
flirty smiles from men old enough to be your father
15
blades hidden beneath cellphone covers
locked bathroom stalls
do it yourself haircuts
scholarship material
18 ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2017 8:10pm
2nd Oct 2017 8:10pm
Untitled (I)
poetry
is just a
story
told with
enters
instead of
spaces
it's pretentious
and beautiful
and passionate
but there's
no passion
when all you
write about
is how much
you want
to die
and
how much you
love someone
without
loving them
at all
is just a
story
told with
enters
instead of
spaces
it's pretentious
and beautiful
and passionate
but there's
no passion
when all you
write about
is how much
you want
to die
and
how much you
love someone
without
loving them
at all
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2017 8:09pm
2nd Oct 2017 8:09pm
And All The Wars Were Won
rage
a dying sun sinking low in the sky
the cry of a vulture starving in a wasteland
a city of burning stone
cracks in the faces of the people who once called it home
but now vanish into the dust
toy soldiers melted down onto pavements
book pages fluttering in winds too hot to bring any comfort
dead and hollow shells stand guard
war scarred children who no longer sing
gods who no longer answer prayers
leaders who cower and slink away
flags trampled under feet
the symbol of a nation brought to its knees
guns pressed to the...
a dying sun sinking low in the sky
the cry of a vulture starving in a wasteland
a city of burning stone
cracks in the faces of the people who once called it home
but now vanish into the dust
toy soldiers melted down onto pavements
book pages fluttering in winds too hot to bring any comfort
dead and hollow shells stand guard
war scarred children who no longer sing
gods who no longer answer prayers
leaders who cower and slink away
flags trampled under feet
the symbol of a nation brought to its knees
guns pressed to the...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2017 11:23pm
1st Oct 2017 11:23pm
I Am The Sea
i am the sea
i am the sea
i am the sea
because i, too, am dark and cold and cruel
because i, too, am full of unknown depths
because i, too, drown anyone who gets close
because i, too, beat myself against the rocks in my anger
because i, too, am a raging tempest with a siren's song
i am the sea
i am the sea for many reasons
but most of all
i am the sea because i, too, love the moon
i am the sea
i am the sea
because i, too, am dark and cold and cruel
because i, too, am full of unknown depths
because i, too, drown anyone who gets close
because i, too, beat myself against the rocks in my anger
because i, too, am a raging tempest with a siren's song
i am the sea
i am the sea for many reasons
but most of all
i am the sea because i, too, love the moon
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