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
30th Dec 2011 2:54pm
30th Dec 2011 2:54pm
Suicide Note
Here's this note
I'll be leaving behind
for you to find
as I run to the woods
to put a bullet in my head.
Maybe you'll find me
dead,
blood pouring out of my head
making a sticky red river.
Here's this rope
I'll tie up high
making a noose
that is perfect for my neck.
I'll jump,
breaking my neck,
me going limp.
I hope you find the note
that fell from my hand
as my neck broke in two
and
my breath finally escaped this prison.
I hope you scream
as you see my body,
spinning in slow circles,
a...
I'll be leaving behind
for you to find
as I run to the woods
to put a bullet in my head.
Maybe you'll find me
dead,
blood pouring out of my head
making a sticky red river.
Here's this rope
I'll tie up high
making a noose
that is perfect for my neck.
I'll jump,
breaking my neck,
me going limp.
I hope you find the note
that fell from my hand
as my neck broke in two
and
my breath finally escaped this prison.
I hope you scream
as you see my body,
spinning in slow circles,
a...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Dec 2011 3:57pm
27th Dec 2011 3:57pm
My Monster
Every time
I look into that old mirror,
I see my monster
with my frightened eyes.
It gives me a wicked grin,
sharp teeth
gleaming in a bloody crimson.
Every night,
when I see my monster,
I begin to scream,
my heart trying to burst out of my chest.
It will put it's bloody,
burned, clawed hand
over my mouth,
silencing me instantly.
I can feel it's snake like tongue
on me,
touching me every where,
making my sweat come out like bullets.
I always pray,
to the heavenly father,
and it will disappear.
...
I look into that old mirror,
I see my monster
with my frightened eyes.
It gives me a wicked grin,
sharp teeth
gleaming in a bloody crimson.
Every night,
when I see my monster,
I begin to scream,
my heart trying to burst out of my chest.
It will put it's bloody,
burned, clawed hand
over my mouth,
silencing me instantly.
I can feel it's snake like tongue
on me,
touching me every where,
making my sweat come out like bullets.
I always pray,
to the heavenly father,
and it will disappear.
...
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2011 2:44pm
22nd Dec 2011 2:44pm
Crazy
Am I crazy?
I think not.
You think I'm crazy?
I'll have to disagree.
But you ask yourself questions...
When does that make people crazy?
I have two people inside of me,
maybe a little more.
But that is normal to me.
Yes,
I talk to them,
but still that doesn't make me crazy.
I see them everyday
but I am still sane.
(Be quiet,
No one is talking to you...)
Am I crazy,
you ask.
Must I tell you again?
You still believe I am crazy?
Can you stop judging me?
It is funny,
how you call me crazy
when...
I think not.
You think I'm crazy?
I'll have to disagree.
But you ask yourself questions...
When does that make people crazy?
I have two people inside of me,
maybe a little more.
But that is normal to me.
Yes,
I talk to them,
but still that doesn't make me crazy.
I see them everyday
but I am still sane.
(Be quiet,
No one is talking to you...)
Am I crazy,
you ask.
Must I tell you again?
You still believe I am crazy?
Can you stop judging me?
It is funny,
how you call me crazy
when...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2011 9:17pm
20th Dec 2011 9:17pm
Kill Me Now
Just put me out of this
misery.
Show no mercy,
I need none.
Just kill me now to get it over with...
The sensation of being released
from this jail cell
that is my body,
is my one and only wish.
I can't take anymore pain.
Can't you see my suffering?
Kill me now...
Kill me now please...
Can't you see these scars
that I've made with this knife?
Can't you hear my dreadful wails every night
because of my dying heart?
Can't you see my hate for life
within these dead eyes?
Just put me out of this misery...
misery.
Show no mercy,
I need none.
Just kill me now to get it over with...
The sensation of being released
from this jail cell
that is my body,
is my one and only wish.
I can't take anymore pain.
Can't you see my suffering?
Kill me now...
Kill me now please...
Can't you see these scars
that I've made with this knife?
Can't you hear my dreadful wails every night
because of my dying heart?
Can't you see my hate for life
within these dead eyes?
Just put me out of this misery...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2011 9:06pm
20th Dec 2011 9:06pm
An Angel at my Death Bed
I woke up to a bright light
which broke through the darkness
of my cold hospital room.
A smell of flowers
fill the room,
making me dizzy.
I open my eyes
and see the angel at the foot of my deathbed.
I watch
as he sits down on my bed,
a beautiful smile upon his lips.
A black trench coat hides everything that he wishes to not be seen.
Black lines made of ink
curl up his neck
like snakes.
His eyes like silver
stare into my soul.
We just stare at each other,
none of us speaking a word,
I'm too afraid to......
which broke through the darkness
of my cold hospital room.
A smell of flowers
fill the room,
making me dizzy.
I open my eyes
and see the angel at the foot of my deathbed.
I watch
as he sits down on my bed,
a beautiful smile upon his lips.
A black trench coat hides everything that he wishes to not be seen.
Black lines made of ink
curl up his neck
like snakes.
His eyes like silver
stare into my soul.
We just stare at each other,
none of us speaking a word,
I'm too afraid to......
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2011 9:57pm
19th Dec 2011 9:57pm
The End
Our home.
Gone.
Our lives.
Over.
What has happened?
Where will we go?
I believe we know,
we are just to afraid to say anything.
We don't know where we'll go after this,
we never do.
I guess that's what makes human so special...
As all four of us,
hand in hand,
we begin to pray to the Gods or the one and only...
We can never leave each other in the dust,
never alone.
We made that oath.
Even if the world is ending,
we hold on to each other
tighter,
our knuckles turning white.
After our world...
Gone.
Our lives.
Over.
What has happened?
Where will we go?
I believe we know,
we are just to afraid to say anything.
We don't know where we'll go after this,
we never do.
I guess that's what makes human so special...
As all four of us,
hand in hand,
we begin to pray to the Gods or the one and only...
We can never leave each other in the dust,
never alone.
We made that oath.
Even if the world is ending,
we hold on to each other
tighter,
our knuckles turning white.
After our world...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2011 9:51pm
19th Dec 2011 9:51pm
My Request
When I die,
I want you to follow my wishes.
When I die,
I want you to hear and understand my request,
My request of words...
I want you to take
these words I have written down,
spread them out
and
take in every word with understanding and feeling.
I want you
to pick the one
that explains everything that is me
with the beauty of words
and
read it to the world
so they can know
about me.
Please,
follow my wishes,
my request.
You must.
You have to.
Let them label me
while I'm in the casket....
I want you to follow my wishes.
When I die,
I want you to hear and understand my request,
My request of words...
I want you to take
these words I have written down,
spread them out
and
take in every word with understanding and feeling.
I want you
to pick the one
that explains everything that is me
with the beauty of words
and
read it to the world
so they can know
about me.
Please,
follow my wishes,
my request.
You must.
You have to.
Let them label me
while I'm in the casket....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 11:58pm
7th Dec 2011 11:58pm
Dreams
I still remember my dreams.
Well,
that's how they started
but
they always turned the other direction.
Morphing into nightmare,
that's what they did.
Those one scared me the most.
I'm still not quite sure why.
Dreams are sometimes
like heaven and hell to me...
They show my greatest desire..
but
I can never have it.
I can never reach it.
They are weird little things...
I know
all those things
will never come true...
even when
the seem so real...
I hate it
when people
say
Follow you...
Well,
that's how they started
but
they always turned the other direction.
Morphing into nightmare,
that's what they did.
Those one scared me the most.
I'm still not quite sure why.
Dreams are sometimes
like heaven and hell to me...
They show my greatest desire..
but
I can never have it.
I can never reach it.
They are weird little things...
I know
all those things
will never come true...
even when
the seem so real...
I hate it
when people
say
Follow you...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 11:53pm
7th Dec 2011 11:53pm
Horrible Memories
You grab my hair,
dragging me away.
I'll cry out,
getting away,
but never getting far.
You'll pick me up,
me screaming and kicking,
begging you to let me go.
But you never do...
You'll turn off the light,
throwing me on the bed.
I'll start to cry louder,
yelling for mommy.
''Shut up'' you say to me,
your spit hitting my face.
I can only whimper...
I can hear you unbuckle your belt,
wrapping an end around your hand,
the buckle swinging side to side.
You pull down my pants,
exposing my pale skin
and ...
dragging me away.
I'll cry out,
getting away,
but never getting far.
You'll pick me up,
me screaming and kicking,
begging you to let me go.
But you never do...
You'll turn off the light,
throwing me on the bed.
I'll start to cry louder,
yelling for mommy.
''Shut up'' you say to me,
your spit hitting my face.
I can only whimper...
I can hear you unbuckle your belt,
wrapping an end around your hand,
the buckle swinging side to side.
You pull down my pants,
exposing my pale skin
and ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2011 11:07pm
6th Dec 2011 11:07pm
Life
Life is like music,
forever flowing,
always ringing in your ears.
Every word we say is one of the lyrics.
Every step we take creates the beat.
Every death,
the note will be uneven,
filled with sorrow
when
every birth
the note
is filled with joy.
Life flows
like a soothing song...
Sometimes
it will be sharp at the edges...
a reckless mess...
sometimes...
we won't know when...
Life isn't easy at times,
even if it is like music.
You just have to
look through those
old tracks,
pick up the...
forever flowing,
always ringing in your ears.
Every word we say is one of the lyrics.
Every step we take creates the beat.
Every death,
the note will be uneven,
filled with sorrow
when
every birth
the note
is filled with joy.
Life flows
like a soothing song...
Sometimes
it will be sharp at the edges...
a reckless mess...
sometimes...
we won't know when...
Life isn't easy at times,
even if it is like music.
You just have to
look through those
old tracks,
pick up the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 11:32pm
5th Dec 2011 11:32pm
Your Words
My words
ring in your ears...
I say I love
YOU
but not the way
you think.
I say we are
just friends,
but I want more than
that.
You
JUST
don't get it
or
do you?
You love me,
but I don't want
you to.
You
DON'T
let me go my own
way.
I guess that's what love does
to fragile hearts like yours.
I try telling you
we can't,
this won't work,
but you never listen.
You just don't
...
ring in your ears...
I say I love
YOU
but not the way
you think.
I say we are
just friends,
but I want more than
that.
You
JUST
don't get it
or
do you?
You love me,
but I don't want
you to.
You
DON'T
let me go my own
way.
I guess that's what love does
to fragile hearts like yours.
I try telling you
we can't,
this won't work,
but you never listen.
You just don't
...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 11:23pm
5th Dec 2011 11:23pm
The Dead Are Walking
The dead are walking
flesh hanging,
bones showing,
rotting before your eyes.
The dead are walking
towards you,
mouth open,
showing yellow, decaying teeth,
moaning so loud it's the only sound you hear.
The dead are walking.
Can't you tell
they are hungry
for your very human flesh?
They are just begging for a nip
maybe a bite or two...
Can't you hear
their suffering?
The moaning will tell you...
Can't you tell
you are going to die?
The Reaper is right in your face...
Can't you tell
the dead are walking?...
flesh hanging,
bones showing,
rotting before your eyes.
The dead are walking
towards you,
mouth open,
showing yellow, decaying teeth,
moaning so loud it's the only sound you hear.
The dead are walking.
Can't you tell
they are hungry
for your very human flesh?
They are just begging for a nip
maybe a bite or two...
Can't you hear
their suffering?
The moaning will tell you...
Can't you tell
you are going to die?
The Reaper is right in your face...
Can't you tell
the dead are walking?...
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