Submissions by Darkangel (Corrin Skinner)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I haven't written for a very long time, but it's time to try again to relieve myself of some thoughts.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2015 10:14pm
1st Feb 2015 10:14pm
Don't Go
I really wanted to die.
I wanted that "courage" to take more than the recommended amount of painkillers that were in the room next to me.
I wanted to be able to go and walk into traffic to just disappear.
I wanted to leave this life.
I didn't want to live anymore...
But my dear friend...
Oh my dear, dear friend.
You were there.
You were there for me.
I wanted to tell you goodbye, Sam.
I wanted to tell you to stay strong,
unlike me.
I wanted to lift that burden off your shoulders that I was causing.
But you won't let me....
I wanted that "courage" to take more than the recommended amount of painkillers that were in the room next to me.
I wanted to be able to go and walk into traffic to just disappear.
I wanted to leave this life.
I didn't want to live anymore...
But my dear friend...
Oh my dear, dear friend.
You were there.
You were there for me.
I wanted to tell you goodbye, Sam.
I wanted to tell you to stay strong,
unlike me.
I wanted to lift that burden off your shoulders that I was causing.
But you won't let me....
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Aug 2013 8:24pm
26th Aug 2013 8:24pm
January 10, 2013
I always try treating people right,
even those who are the
cruelest
and
most heartless to everyone but themselves.
Usually,
I can tolerate it.
But,
most of the time I can't.
People die,
kill themselves,
because they can't take the cruelty
you have served them cold.
You don't tell them anything
that will give them any sense of hope
in their lives.
Instead,
you make them lay in a ditch,
bruised and bloody.
You make them go home
and
drink a gallon of bleach
and
slit their...
even those who are the
cruelest
and
most heartless to everyone but themselves.
Usually,
I can tolerate it.
But,
most of the time I can't.
People die,
kill themselves,
because they can't take the cruelty
you have served them cold.
You don't tell them anything
that will give them any sense of hope
in their lives.
Instead,
you make them lay in a ditch,
bruised and bloody.
You make them go home
and
drink a gallon of bleach
and
slit their...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2013 7:53pm
24th May 2013 7:53pm
Depression
It slowly kills its victims.
First taking over their body,
then slowly making their souls decay
over the years.
They stop leaking with any
type of feeling.
They lock themselves up in their rooms,
keeping the whole damn world out.
They take razor blades
and drive them across their flawless wrists,
watching the blood spin down the drain.
They stay up late,
staring out their windows with blank stares,
wishing that they could be left alone
so they can just rot away in their invisible coffins.
They're...
First taking over their body,
then slowly making their souls decay
over the years.
They stop leaking with any
type of feeling.
They lock themselves up in their rooms,
keeping the whole damn world out.
They take razor blades
and drive them across their flawless wrists,
watching the blood spin down the drain.
They stay up late,
staring out their windows with blank stares,
wishing that they could be left alone
so they can just rot away in their invisible coffins.
They're...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2013 7:45pm
24th May 2013 7:45pm
Silence
Silence.
Such a quiet sound.
It's filled with nothing,
but it brings so much peace.
Everything else seems to bring us so much
chaos.
Destruction.
Disturbance.
All of that isn't peaceful.
They aren't silent.
People aren't silent.
They're noisy.
They're like an explosion of sound.
Their heartbeats won't be quiet.
They never stop breathing.
They always remain moving,
their bones and joints
...
Such a quiet sound.
It's filled with nothing,
but it brings so much peace.
Everything else seems to bring us so much
chaos.
Destruction.
Disturbance.
All of that isn't peaceful.
They aren't silent.
People aren't silent.
They're noisy.
They're like an explosion of sound.
Their heartbeats won't be quiet.
They never stop breathing.
They always remain moving,
their bones and joints
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2013 1:14am
9th May 2013 1:14am
Alone
Am I
truly
alone?
Even thought
the ones I love
and cherish
stand by me?
Is it because
I feel
completely
e m p t y
inside?
Did my soul
and hope
vanish?
The voices
they have left me too.
I do not understand what I am to do
with this loneliness...
They aren't really gone...
I just can't see them.
Maybe I can't hear them either?
No...
That is just nonsense...
They really did leave me.
Abandoned.
...
truly
alone?
Even thought
the ones I love
and cherish
stand by me?
Is it because
I feel
completely
e m p t y
inside?
Did my soul
and hope
vanish?
The voices
they have left me too.
I do not understand what I am to do
with this loneliness...
They aren't really gone...
I just can't see them.
Maybe I can't hear them either?
No...
That is just nonsense...
They really did leave me.
Abandoned.
...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Feb 2013 9:18pm
27th Feb 2013 9:18pm
Clockwork Princess
There once was a Princess
By the name of Amari.
Where her heart should of been,
Behind
Metal
Ribs,
A clock beats to the time.
Gears move inside
Instead
Of normal human flesh.
Wires
Replace veins
And
Electricity replaces blood.
She is the Clockwork Princess
Who runs only on time.
If the clock stops ticking,
She does too.
Some may say she was
P e r f e c t
As their Princess.
Others called her
An unwanted thing in the place they call home,
...
By the name of Amari.
Where her heart should of been,
Behind
Metal
Ribs,
A clock beats to the time.
Gears move inside
Instead
Of normal human flesh.
Wires
Replace veins
And
Electricity replaces blood.
She is the Clockwork Princess
Who runs only on time.
If the clock stops ticking,
She does too.
Some may say she was
P e r f e c t
As their Princess.
Others called her
An unwanted thing in the place they call home,
...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 3:45am
17th Feb 2013 3:45am
Death
Death.
Beautiful, yet heartbreaking.
Loveable, yet disliked.
So may call it a miracle,
Maybe a blessing.
Others may call it a curse.
But when death approaches,
Life is made.
A child is born from death everyday.
But with life comes death.
We can't stop it.
We must live with this beautiful,
Horrible death.
Beautiful, yet heartbreaking.
Loveable, yet disliked.
So may call it a miracle,
Maybe a blessing.
Others may call it a curse.
But when death approaches,
Life is made.
A child is born from death everyday.
But with life comes death.
We can't stop it.
We must live with this beautiful,
Horrible death.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 4:44pm
10th Feb 2013 4:44pm
Who am I?
Every time I look
Into the mirror,
I can see I'm trying to hide
My true face
Identity.
I am not who I was six years ago
Or even a year ago...
I change who I am whenever I get the chance...
When no one notice
Or,
When they are all gone...
I'm wearing this clay mask
That's always smiling...
A fake tear running down a fake cheek...
The feelings are half and half,
Showing the other side.
People fall for it though...
No one can see through it,
Everyone believes the lies.
Sometimes I do too......
Into the mirror,
I can see I'm trying to hide
My true face
Identity.
I am not who I was six years ago
Or even a year ago...
I change who I am whenever I get the chance...
When no one notice
Or,
When they are all gone...
I'm wearing this clay mask
That's always smiling...
A fake tear running down a fake cheek...
The feelings are half and half,
Showing the other side.
People fall for it though...
No one can see through it,
Everyone believes the lies.
Sometimes I do too......
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 10:12pm
14th Jan 2013 10:12pm
12/15/12
You gave me a black cat
and
a card that said:
I believe a witch should have two things:
1. a black cat
2. and a awesome mustache card
It made me laugh because it was funny,
somewhat true
and
at the fact you spelled "witch" "which"
You gave me a letter that said
"Don't read aloud at the party"
and
"this is private and only for you"
on the envelope.
It was heavy
and
thick.
I guessed it was pretty important.
I read it when I got home
and
it...
and
a card that said:
I believe a witch should have two things:
1. a black cat
2. and a awesome mustache card
It made me laugh because it was funny,
somewhat true
and
at the fact you spelled "witch" "which"
You gave me a letter that said
"Don't read aloud at the party"
and
"this is private and only for you"
on the envelope.
It was heavy
and
thick.
I guessed it was pretty important.
I read it when I got home
and
it...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 3:46pm
12th Jan 2013 3:46pm
Rescue Me!
Rescue me from these
nightmares.
Pull me up form this dark
abyss.
Don't let me fall off this cliff.
Don't let me float up about these clouds,
into heaven....
Teach.
Teach me to breathe again.
Show me how to walk,
See.
Hear.
Touch.
And,
talk.
I need to be rescued!
Can't you hear my dreadful cries from below you?
I need to be rescued!
Can't you see my suffering?
I need to be rescued!
Why won't you help me....
Rescue me from these
nightmares.
Pull me up from this dark...
nightmares.
Pull me up form this dark
abyss.
Don't let me fall off this cliff.
Don't let me float up about these clouds,
into heaven....
Teach.
Teach me to breathe again.
Show me how to walk,
See.
Hear.
Touch.
And,
talk.
I need to be rescued!
Can't you hear my dreadful cries from below you?
I need to be rescued!
Can't you see my suffering?
I need to be rescued!
Why won't you help me....
Rescue me from these
nightmares.
Pull me up from this dark...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 4:41pm
19th Jun 2012 4:41pm
Sweet Suicide.
I see a rope,
I suddenly want it around my throat.
I see a gun with one bullet left,
I suddenly have to use it.
I see a knife,
I suddenly want it to slice open my wrist.
Oh...sweet suicide...why do you screw up my mind so?
My heart is breaking.
My brain is shutting down.
My soul is tired of living.
I'm tired of living.
Tired of living with people I
hate
and
fear.
Oh...sweet suicide...please come closer.
Sweet suicide.
Sweet suicide.
Tie this rope around my throat.
Hang me up high!
Let my body go limp!...
I suddenly want it around my throat.
I see a gun with one bullet left,
I suddenly have to use it.
I see a knife,
I suddenly want it to slice open my wrist.
Oh...sweet suicide...why do you screw up my mind so?
My heart is breaking.
My brain is shutting down.
My soul is tired of living.
I'm tired of living.
Tired of living with people I
hate
and
fear.
Oh...sweet suicide...please come closer.
Sweet suicide.
Sweet suicide.
Tie this rope around my throat.
Hang me up high!
Let my body go limp!...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 4:32pm
19th Jun 2012 4:32pm
God I Miss You
God I miss you.
I know I can move on without you,
but I don't want to anymore.
I know I still have you by my side,
but not the way I want you to be.
God I miss you
but I probably know you aren't coming back.
I miss the way
you use to be shy around me,
never really looking me in the eye when you spoke.
I miss the way
you use to hug me,
never wanting to let me go.
I miss the way
you use to tickle me with the stubble on your chin,
making me tell you to please stop(I never wanted you to stop),
but you never did.
You're...
I know I can move on without you,
but I don't want to anymore.
I know I still have you by my side,
but not the way I want you to be.
God I miss you
but I probably know you aren't coming back.
I miss the way
you use to be shy around me,
never really looking me in the eye when you spoke.
I miss the way
you use to hug me,
never wanting to let me go.
I miss the way
you use to tickle me with the stubble on your chin,
making me tell you to please stop(I never wanted you to stop),
but you never did.
You're...
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