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.
DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2012 10:53pm
29th May 2012 10:53pm
Die.Cry.Hate.
Die.
Cry.
Hate.
That's all I can do.
I've died because
My heart has broken up in two.
I've cried because
I've been left alone in the big world,
cold,
and with no hand to hold.
I hate because
In my world,
there is no such thing as love,
or the one and only God above.
What,
In this world,
Is left for me to live for?
My friends have disappeared.
Some,
I begged for them to go away
So they don't have to see me in pain.
But it hurts me that I had to do so...
What,
In this world
Is left for me...
Cry.
Hate.
That's all I can do.
I've died because
My heart has broken up in two.
I've cried because
I've been left alone in the big world,
cold,
and with no hand to hold.
I hate because
In my world,
there is no such thing as love,
or the one and only God above.
What,
In this world,
Is left for me to live for?
My friends have disappeared.
Some,
I begged for them to go away
So they don't have to see me in pain.
But it hurts me that I had to do so...
What,
In this world
Is left for me...
409 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th May 2012 8:55pm
25th May 2012 8:55pm
When the World Ends
One friend tells me the world will end when she wears pink.
Another says when Justin Bieber finally hits puberty.
One says when the actually read the book,
Not just scan the pages.
Another says when they finally see Plants v.s. Zombies being played in their yard.
One more says when penguins finally fly.
I laugh at these ‘cause they’re probably true.
The world will probably end when
I wear the colors pink, yellow, or orange.
When I sing in front of a crowd.
When I stop writing on myself
Or
Stop letting the Sharpie puke up its ink on me....
Another says when Justin Bieber finally hits puberty.
One says when the actually read the book,
Not just scan the pages.
Another says when they finally see Plants v.s. Zombies being played in their yard.
One more says when penguins finally fly.
I laugh at these ‘cause they’re probably true.
The world will probably end when
I wear the colors pink, yellow, or orange.
When I sing in front of a crowd.
When I stop writing on myself
Or
Stop letting the Sharpie puke up its ink on me....
432 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2012 11:45pm
20th May 2012 11:45pm
My Pain
Everyday,
nobody knows I suffer through the hours,
the nights and days.
No one knows of my pain
only because that fake smile of mine hides it all
and
while I hold back a thousand tears.
Sometimes,
my closet friends don't even know the chilling truth.
Depression.
It takes over me,
controlling every move
and
thought I make,
every "sin" I take.
It's like a dark cloud of poison,
killing me on the inside,
making me alive on the outside.
No one knows of my secrets.
No one knows of my pain.
So much...
nobody knows I suffer through the hours,
the nights and days.
No one knows of my pain
only because that fake smile of mine hides it all
and
while I hold back a thousand tears.
Sometimes,
my closet friends don't even know the chilling truth.
Depression.
It takes over me,
controlling every move
and
thought I make,
every "sin" I take.
It's like a dark cloud of poison,
killing me on the inside,
making me alive on the outside.
No one knows of my secrets.
No one knows of my pain.
So much...
872 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2012 9:27pm
26th Apr 2012 9:27pm
The Circus
Here is a story
That I enjoy to tell
Before the ring of the midnight bell.
This is a story about a circus from hell.
Don’t be afraid my child.
They are not real far all I know.
But this is how the story goes.
The tents are a red crimson,
Topped off with black.
The clowns smile yes,
But the smiles are upside down,
Forming a frown with black lips,
Making them forever sad.
Red tears are painted on their pale, white faces,
Never lettering out a laugh.
In this circus nothing is bright.
Everything is only dark as night.
The...
That I enjoy to tell
Before the ring of the midnight bell.
This is a story about a circus from hell.
Don’t be afraid my child.
They are not real far all I know.
But this is how the story goes.
The tents are a red crimson,
Topped off with black.
The clowns smile yes,
But the smiles are upside down,
Forming a frown with black lips,
Making them forever sad.
Red tears are painted on their pale, white faces,
Never lettering out a laugh.
In this circus nothing is bright.
Everything is only dark as night.
The...
539 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 8:02pm
18th Apr 2012 8:02pm
(I Love You)
My tears are the pouring rain that patters at you window at night,
making you fill yourself with regret.
My broken heart is the glass that stabs at your soul,
making you realize what you have lost.
My voice is now only a ghost you hear but never see
when you hold another girl in you arms.
I don't know why
you didn't listen to me.
I tell you you're filled with the little good the world has
and I'm the one filled with the bad.
But you don't want to understand.
You tell me you're thinking of others
but I'm not the kind that will get mad at...
making you fill yourself with regret.
My broken heart is the glass that stabs at your soul,
making you realize what you have lost.
My voice is now only a ghost you hear but never see
when you hold another girl in you arms.
I don't know why
you didn't listen to me.
I tell you you're filled with the little good the world has
and I'm the one filled with the bad.
But you don't want to understand.
You tell me you're thinking of others
but I'm not the kind that will get mad at...
538 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 11:37pm
9th Apr 2012 11:37pm
Nightmares
Never ending, they drive me insane.
In the middle of the night, covering me in sweat. They are all I can think about... They put me near the edge.
God help me, I don't understand what they mean. I don't understand
How they got into my head... How are they ruining my life...
Tonight, I believe I won't rest on my bed. I'm afraid the nightmares will begin once again.
More I think about them, the more I become scared
And I begin to realize my nightmares are becoming my reality. A
Road will lead me to them. They can never
End. They can go on forever,...
In the middle of the night, covering me in sweat. They are all I can think about... They put me near the edge.
God help me, I don't understand what they mean. I don't understand
How they got into my head... How are they ruining my life...
Tonight, I believe I won't rest on my bed. I'm afraid the nightmares will begin once again.
More I think about them, the more I become scared
And I begin to realize my nightmares are becoming my reality. A
Road will lead me to them. They can never
End. They can go on forever,...
487 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 11:33pm
9th Apr 2012 11:33pm
Only In My Head
Only in my head
darkness will fall.
All of the bad in the world
will disappear forever,
consumed by light,
going back down that hole it came through.
But only in my head
darkness will fall.
I think
that it is unfair
to all of the children,
to all of the people,
to see how cruel the world can really be.
I think
that it is wrong
to just go around,
killing your own,
for no reason.
I think
that it is stupid
to think that it is everyone else's fault
and that's why you are mad
when it was only your...
darkness will fall.
All of the bad in the world
will disappear forever,
consumed by light,
going back down that hole it came through.
But only in my head
darkness will fall.
I think
that it is unfair
to all of the children,
to all of the people,
to see how cruel the world can really be.
I think
that it is wrong
to just go around,
killing your own,
for no reason.
I think
that it is stupid
to think that it is everyone else's fault
and that's why you are mad
when it was only your...
393 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 8:50pm
16th Jan 2012 8:50pm
I Just...
I just want
to hear
the knife
slice open your pale flesh
and
see your blood
make a red river.
I just want to see
you try to fight
against the ropes
that tie you to the bed
by your wrists and ankles.
I just want you dead.
Daddy,
please don't spit in my face,
it will only make this worse.
Daddy,
why are you screaming?
You made me this way.
Daddy?
Daddy why are you sleeping?
The game isn't over yet!
Oh wait,
you're dead.
I can see me
holding the blade
that will come
in and out...
to hear
the knife
slice open your pale flesh
and
see your blood
make a red river.
I just want to see
you try to fight
against the ropes
that tie you to the bed
by your wrists and ankles.
I just want you dead.
Daddy,
please don't spit in my face,
it will only make this worse.
Daddy,
why are you screaming?
You made me this way.
Daddy?
Daddy why are you sleeping?
The game isn't over yet!
Oh wait,
you're dead.
I can see me
holding the blade
that will come
in and out...
429 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 7:21pm
12th Jan 2012 7:21pm
Why
Why would you do that to me
when you knew I loved you?
Why would you turn your back
when you heard my cries?
Why.
Why.
Why.
I hate the fact
that we can't be together.
You think I can't take it
but I know I can.
I know we can.
Why would you break my heart
when you knew it was meant for only you...
Now I sit here in this empty house,
my heart out in front of me,
and a blade in my bloody hands.
I begin to think of why
you would do this.
Why you couldn't love me anymore.
Why you just didn't have the guts....
when you knew I loved you?
Why would you turn your back
when you heard my cries?
Why.
Why.
Why.
I hate the fact
that we can't be together.
You think I can't take it
but I know I can.
I know we can.
Why would you break my heart
when you knew it was meant for only you...
Now I sit here in this empty house,
my heart out in front of me,
and a blade in my bloody hands.
I begin to think of why
you would do this.
Why you couldn't love me anymore.
Why you just didn't have the guts....
425 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 9:02pm
11th Jan 2012 9:02pm
This Tree
I sit in this tree,
waiting for you
but you always never show.
I'll stay up in those graceful branches,
tangled in it's leave all night
and cry
because you didn't have the guts to say hi.
But
I know this tree loves me more than you ever did.
I always sit in this tree
waiting for you to show.
You always do come by
but you never say hi
so I just sit there
and
cry.
No love from you.
So no love from me.
Just only from my tree.
One day
you'll see me
just sitting in this tree ...
waiting for you
but you always never show.
I'll stay up in those graceful branches,
tangled in it's leave all night
and cry
because you didn't have the guts to say hi.
But
I know this tree loves me more than you ever did.
I always sit in this tree
waiting for you to show.
You always do come by
but you never say hi
so I just sit there
and
cry.
No love from you.
So no love from me.
Just only from my tree.
One day
you'll see me
just sitting in this tree ...
426 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2011 11:59pm
30th Dec 2011 11:59pm
A Letter to Myself
Dear Bitch,
Here's a letter
from yourself.
Sorry about the headline
but you know it's the fucking truth.
Can't you see that
you are like a venomous snake
and
anyone who makes any sudden movements
is going to get bit
and rot away in their death bed.
Bitch,
you need to take a chill pill
for that fucking anger of yours.
You're like a volcano
but you never stop blowing up
in someone's face.
That's why no body
wants to be around
to chill you down.
Now wonder everyone hates you,
I would too if...
Here's a letter
from yourself.
Sorry about the headline
but you know it's the fucking truth.
Can't you see that
you are like a venomous snake
and
anyone who makes any sudden movements
is going to get bit
and rot away in their death bed.
Bitch,
you need to take a chill pill
for that fucking anger of yours.
You're like a volcano
but you never stop blowing up
in someone's face.
That's why no body
wants to be around
to chill you down.
Now wonder everyone hates you,
I would too if...
472 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2011 3:01pm
30th Dec 2011 3:01pm
Stripes
Black and white stripes,
that's all they wear.
It's a label,
a symbol of who they are.
They are hated,
because of their religion.
They are abused
because of what they believe.
They have a nickname.
They called them the walking dead.
Their ribs show,
their skin is just a mask over their skeleton.
We know they need out help,
so why didn't we?
Have you been wondering who these people are?
Good,
you should.
Yellow J's were stamped in their passports.,
a yellow Star of David upon their coat sleeve.
Hitler...
that's all they wear.
It's a label,
a symbol of who they are.
They are hated,
because of their religion.
They are abused
because of what they believe.
They have a nickname.
They called them the walking dead.
Their ribs show,
their skin is just a mask over their skeleton.
We know they need out help,
so why didn't we?
Have you been wondering who these people are?
Good,
you should.
Yellow J's were stamped in their passports.,
a yellow Star of David upon their coat sleeve.
Hitler...
389 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Darkangel (Corrin Skinner)
