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.
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Dec 2011 11:05pm
4th Dec 2011 11:05pm
Us
Standing
and
yelling in my
FACE
won't solve
anything.
Screaming and getting
in my face
won't make us
any closer.
Sometimes I think
ME
and you look like a
pair of pit bulls in
the ring.
Sometime,
I'll feel your fist
OR
the back or your
hand meet my face,
spilling blood,
mixing with my salty tears.
I will want to
GIVE
up and
disappear...
One day,
when I'm on
the...
and
yelling in my
FACE
won't solve
anything.
Screaming and getting
in my face
won't make us
any closer.
Sometimes I think
ME
and you look like a
pair of pit bulls in
the ring.
Sometime,
I'll feel your fist
OR
the back or your
hand meet my face,
spilling blood,
mixing with my salty tears.
I will want to
GIVE
up and
disappear...
One day,
when I'm on
the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2011 10:59pm
4th Dec 2011 10:59pm
You Don't Know
They're just words,
so why can't I say them?
OR
is it because
it's you that makes me quiet?
I guess I can do it
through writing,
but
you still seem not know.
It shatters my heart
into tiny, sharp pieces,
covering me in scars.
But you still don't know.
As I write these words,
I know you still won't understand
this
fragile, dark heart of mine.
I guess
everything would be easier
if I just cut it out,
letting it drop and shatter,
making me have no heart anymore,
leaving a dark hole behind,...
so why can't I say them?
OR
is it because
it's you that makes me quiet?
I guess I can do it
through writing,
but
you still seem not know.
It shatters my heart
into tiny, sharp pieces,
covering me in scars.
But you still don't know.
As I write these words,
I know you still won't understand
this
fragile, dark heart of mine.
I guess
everything would be easier
if I just cut it out,
letting it drop and shatter,
making me have no heart anymore,
leaving a dark hole behind,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 11:38pm
30th Nov 2011 11:38pm
I wish
I wish I could,
turn into a bird
and
fly away,
leaving everyone.
I wish I could grow wings
and be one with the wonderful air.
I could disappear forever,
leaving all my troubles...
the pain...
to leave everyone who had put me down...
to leave anyone who threw me aside....
Yeah.
That would be the perfect life for life.
I can see me now.
The black wings against the vast blue sky,
feathers falling to the ground at their own rate.
The black wings,
flapping
at a steady beat of its own.
Oh,
how great it...
turn into a bird
and
fly away,
leaving everyone.
I wish I could grow wings
and be one with the wonderful air.
I could disappear forever,
leaving all my troubles...
the pain...
to leave everyone who had put me down...
to leave anyone who threw me aside....
Yeah.
That would be the perfect life for life.
I can see me now.
The black wings against the vast blue sky,
feathers falling to the ground at their own rate.
The black wings,
flapping
at a steady beat of its own.
Oh,
how great it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 11:34pm
30th Nov 2011 11:34pm
Poems by my best friend Bradley Hopkins(please comment)
You run but you have no where to hide.
You call for help but no one can hear you.
Everybody has been tainted by It.
You feel It getting closer and closer.
You scream and It approaches.
And as It graves you, you come back to reality
and you realize that scar over your heart has opened again.
do IT.. do IT.. IT drums in you ears.
do IT... do IT... IT drums in your head.
Do IT... Do IT... IT drums in your heart.
DO IT!! DO IT!! IT over power your emotions
and when you look down you see you added another scar on your soul...
I said I liked...
You call for help but no one can hear you.
Everybody has been tainted by It.
You feel It getting closer and closer.
You scream and It approaches.
And as It graves you, you come back to reality
and you realize that scar over your heart has opened again.
do IT.. do IT.. IT drums in you ears.
do IT... do IT... IT drums in your head.
Do IT... Do IT... IT drums in your heart.
DO IT!! DO IT!! IT over power your emotions
and when you look down you see you added another scar on your soul...
I said I liked...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 11:34pm
28th Nov 2011 11:34pm
The Elements
He is the water,
forever flowing,
never ending,
but he'll come to a end soon.
He is cool to the touch,
but his mood is not always the same.
He is the forgiving water.
She is the wind,
moving this way and that,
putting me in a trance.
She seems like a dream to me
but
she is real,
like you or me.
She is the graceful wind.
He is the Earth,
keeping us together
and
forever standing.
He though,
is forever still,
while others move forever.
He is the generous Earth.
I am the fire,
burning...
forever flowing,
never ending,
but he'll come to a end soon.
He is cool to the touch,
but his mood is not always the same.
He is the forgiving water.
She is the wind,
moving this way and that,
putting me in a trance.
She seems like a dream to me
but
she is real,
like you or me.
She is the graceful wind.
He is the Earth,
keeping us together
and
forever standing.
He though,
is forever still,
while others move forever.
He is the generous Earth.
I am the fire,
burning...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 11:27pm
28th Nov 2011 11:27pm
This is Me
They say I have a black hole for a heart.
I don't.
The say don't mess with me, or I'll kill you.
I won't.
They say I'm the meanest girl alive.
I'm not.
Why would you,
make up lies
about me?
Are you trying
to ruin me
or
put me in
misery?
That isn't me.
That isn't me.
I shake my head at people
who breath these lies
into anyone's ears
that will listen.
You say I have a heart,
one filled with love.
I do but no one sees.
You say I do not hurt anybody,
I just can't.
Your words are true...
I don't.
The say don't mess with me, or I'll kill you.
I won't.
They say I'm the meanest girl alive.
I'm not.
Why would you,
make up lies
about me?
Are you trying
to ruin me
or
put me in
misery?
That isn't me.
That isn't me.
I shake my head at people
who breath these lies
into anyone's ears
that will listen.
You say I have a heart,
one filled with love.
I do but no one sees.
You say I do not hurt anybody,
I just can't.
Your words are true...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2011 8:37pm
27th Nov 2011 8:37pm
A Dark Road
She walks alone,
on a dark road,
every step silent.
The rat jingles at her neck,
with every step,
the only sound on this dark road.
She's gone now,
never coming back
and no one knows where she is.
She could be dead.
She could be alive.
She could be just gone.
No one has bothered to look for her,
no one cares.
Only the youngest did.
Yes only her.
Her tears ran like a waterfall as she watched her walk away,
her tears forever flowing.
Too bad I can't be that girl,
the one that took a trip on the dark road....
on a dark road,
every step silent.
The rat jingles at her neck,
with every step,
the only sound on this dark road.
She's gone now,
never coming back
and no one knows where she is.
She could be dead.
She could be alive.
She could be just gone.
No one has bothered to look for her,
no one cares.
Only the youngest did.
Yes only her.
Her tears ran like a waterfall as she watched her walk away,
her tears forever flowing.
Too bad I can't be that girl,
the one that took a trip on the dark road....
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Nov 2011 4:01pm
25th Nov 2011 4:01pm
Dead
We all file in line,
dressed in the colors of a crows feathers,
making us look like the Grim Reaper's slaves.
We all know you aren't coming back,
but I won't accept it.
I can't.
I know if I see your cold and dead body laying there,
I'll start crying out to you,
begging you to come back to us,
me.
I know I'll scream,
I'll scream at you
for not saying goodbye.
I'll curse at you.
I'll scream at you.
I'll cry because of you.
Now,
I still cry because of our memories.
I still scream because you are gone.
I still...
dressed in the colors of a crows feathers,
making us look like the Grim Reaper's slaves.
We all know you aren't coming back,
but I won't accept it.
I can't.
I know if I see your cold and dead body laying there,
I'll start crying out to you,
begging you to come back to us,
me.
I know I'll scream,
I'll scream at you
for not saying goodbye.
I'll curse at you.
I'll scream at you.
I'll cry because of you.
Now,
I still cry because of our memories.
I still scream because you are gone.
I still...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 7:11pm
23rd Nov 2011 7:11pm
The Demon in the Mirror
You watch me every night
with those eyes of hate,
making my blood run cold.
You scare me every night
with your monster appearance.
''In the Lords name,'' I'll cry, ''What is bothering you?''
You'll disappear,
but you always come back.
One night,
I'll look you in the eye,
my blood running cold
as I see the tortured souls that are now you.
Some how,
I manage to speak,
sounding like a little mouse,
''What do you want from me?'' I'll say.
But I already know,
but what you say still stays with...
with those eyes of hate,
making my blood run cold.
You scare me every night
with your monster appearance.
''In the Lords name,'' I'll cry, ''What is bothering you?''
You'll disappear,
but you always come back.
One night,
I'll look you in the eye,
my blood running cold
as I see the tortured souls that are now you.
Some how,
I manage to speak,
sounding like a little mouse,
''What do you want from me?'' I'll say.
But I already know,
but what you say still stays with...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 7:04pm
23rd Nov 2011 7:04pm
Me
I am alone.
I wonder if we will ever happen or if it's just a child's fairy tale.
I hear your voice in my head.
I see your smile, making me warm inside.
I want you here with me but when I reach out, you only disappear.
I pretend what I wish would happen.
I feel my scars reopening, starting to bleed.
I touch the ground as I begin to fall.
I worry of what might happen if I was gone.
I cry because it's time.
I am trying to disappear.
I understand what I need to do.
I say my final words.
I dream of you for the last time.
I try to forget the...
I wonder if we will ever happen or if it's just a child's fairy tale.
I hear your voice in my head.
I see your smile, making me warm inside.
I want you here with me but when I reach out, you only disappear.
I pretend what I wish would happen.
I feel my scars reopening, starting to bleed.
I touch the ground as I begin to fall.
I worry of what might happen if I was gone.
I cry because it's time.
I am trying to disappear.
I understand what I need to do.
I say my final words.
I dream of you for the last time.
I try to forget the...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2011 9:15pm
21st Nov 2011 9:15pm
Time
Tick-tock, tick-tock
goes the clock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
will this ever stop?
Our lives are controlled by the sands of time.
When our clocks stop,
we will hear that frightening chime.
One by one,
we will all fall
none
or
all.
we won't know when,
we won't know how,
we will just have to wait
until we here that frightening chime.
goes the clock.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
will this ever stop?
Our lives are controlled by the sands of time.
When our clocks stop,
we will hear that frightening chime.
One by one,
we will all fall
none
or
all.
we won't know when,
we won't know how,
we will just have to wait
until we here that frightening chime.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2011 6:51pm
12th Nov 2011 6:51pm
Fear
Fear is when a child clutches their teddybear,
trying to escape the shadows that reach out for them.
Fear is when you are looking down the barrel of a gun,
knowing you are only seconds from meeting the god of the dead.
Fear is when you are shackel down to the floor,
alone in the dark,
not knowing when he is coming back.
Fear is when you know you are already dead.
trying to escape the shadows that reach out for them.
Fear is when you are looking down the barrel of a gun,
knowing you are only seconds from meeting the god of the dead.
Fear is when you are shackel down to the floor,
alone in the dark,
not knowing when he is coming back.
Fear is when you know you are already dead.
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