Submissions by DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2012 3:41pm
4th Jul 2012 3:41pm
Premonition (Chapter 3)
The boy's eyes widened as he found himself staring into an ocean of dazzling blue. Hers only doubled so as she started into his bejeweled eyes of emerald. Speechless and in a trance, both nearly jumped out of their skins when their math teacher suddenly materialized out of nowhere and slammed a book upon her desk. "Well then, welcome back to earth, Miss Pendragon and Master Flourite. If you would be so kind as to join us on page 362." Unaware that they had been staring at each other for a full 15 minutes, both attempted to flip through their enormous books while hiding shaky hands....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Jul 2012 12:22pm
3rd Jul 2012 12:22pm
Premonition (Chapter 2)
A couple of hours later, it started to rain hard. The pitter-patter of sky tears began to lull her to sleep with its sweet relaxing lullaby. Those sapphire eyes of hers, blinking lazily as she removed her glasses and slumped against the trunk of the gigantic tree. Exhausted and bitter from the day's events, her eyes drifted to the last few sentences she had written- "With no where left to run, Orion fell to the ground, weak from the enormous loss of blood and pain throbbing where his wounds were carved into his flesh. He could either succumb to those wounds and face oblivion or finish...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2012 2:59pm
28th Jun 2012 2:59pm
Hatred Hurts
The hatred within me,
It grows like a flame,
Soaring higher and higher,
I hate this game.
Screams of frustration,
Bloody knuckles stain the wall,
Tears flow freely,
But the anger doesn't dissolve.
The hopelessness kicks in,
As my knees start to weaken,
I sink to the floor and cry,
There is no hope, there is no beacon.
My hands start to sting,
But its still not enough,
So i pull out a blade,
And feel my skin, so rough.
Previous scars,
All tell their tale,
Time to add another one,
The pain they give...
It grows like a flame,
Soaring higher and higher,
I hate this game.
Screams of frustration,
Bloody knuckles stain the wall,
Tears flow freely,
But the anger doesn't dissolve.
The hopelessness kicks in,
As my knees start to weaken,
I sink to the floor and cry,
There is no hope, there is no beacon.
My hands start to sting,
But its still not enough,
So i pull out a blade,
And feel my skin, so rough.
Previous scars,
All tell their tale,
Time to add another one,
The pain they give...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 5:24am
27th Jun 2012 5:24am
Why?
Its futile to hope,
When you're immune to lies,
When you know truth,
When you're used to goodbyes.
If you think about it neutrally,
Money is nothing but printed paper,
Love is merely an obsession,
Trust is belief that will soon waver.
In this world of concrete and fumes,
People live in their own dreams,
We do not need much at all,
But some beg to differ it seems,
There are many examples,
Of what people insist they need,
What they think makes them top dogs,
But on the way they strive to bleed.
Why do we need to...
When you're immune to lies,
When you know truth,
When you're used to goodbyes.
If you think about it neutrally,
Money is nothing but printed paper,
Love is merely an obsession,
Trust is belief that will soon waver.
In this world of concrete and fumes,
People live in their own dreams,
We do not need much at all,
But some beg to differ it seems,
There are many examples,
Of what people insist they need,
What they think makes them top dogs,
But on the way they strive to bleed.
Why do we need to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2012 1:57pm
23rd Jun 2012 1:57pm
Best Friend
Even if my memories fade,
Even if my heart stopped beating,
Even if I forget the story of us,
I will always remember that feeling.
My pillar of strength,
My heart's secret keeper,
My guardian of hope,
For which my feelings grow deeper.
You won't let me fall,
That much I know,
So hold my hand tight,
And never let me go.
In many ways,
I love you so,
But i fear one day,
You really might go.
Who am I to stop you,
If there's someone else out there,
You deserve the best,
If it makes you happy, I don't...
Even if my heart stopped beating,
Even if I forget the story of us,
I will always remember that feeling.
My pillar of strength,
My heart's secret keeper,
My guardian of hope,
For which my feelings grow deeper.
You won't let me fall,
That much I know,
So hold my hand tight,
And never let me go.
In many ways,
I love you so,
But i fear one day,
You really might go.
Who am I to stop you,
If there's someone else out there,
You deserve the best,
If it makes you happy, I don't...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 6:32am
22nd Jun 2012 6:32am
My Replacement
Hilarious, isn't she?
Optimistic and great.
Not a downer or a burden,
I tried to change, but its too late.
She had taken my place,
Don't say I didn't try,
I did all i could to prevent it,
But I lost grip as time went by.
Forget about me,
Make room for her,
You'll do so anyway,
It'll be all a blur.
I won't intrude,
I won't say a thing,
I'll be well behaved,
Even to the annoyance she brings.
The behavior of a child,
An active kleptomaniac,
To think you picked her,
Makes you such a twat.
God...
Optimistic and great.
Not a downer or a burden,
I tried to change, but its too late.
She had taken my place,
Don't say I didn't try,
I did all i could to prevent it,
But I lost grip as time went by.
Forget about me,
Make room for her,
You'll do so anyway,
It'll be all a blur.
I won't intrude,
I won't say a thing,
I'll be well behaved,
Even to the annoyance she brings.
The behavior of a child,
An active kleptomaniac,
To think you picked her,
Makes you such a twat.
God...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 6:30am
22nd Jun 2012 6:30am
YOU
The rage I feel,
The sorrow i endured,
Did not exist,
Until you appeared.
A hundred betrayals,
A thousand fake faces,
Millions of lies,
All the same cases.
That innocent face,
Hid all your dark secrets,
Little did you know,
They seeped out in sequence.
Shadow after shadow,
Tear after tear,
After I thought about it,
I had nothing to fear.
You are nothing to me,
Just a pain in the ass,
I was stupid to trust you,
But thats all in the past.
So now you're alone,
And I don't wonder why,...
The sorrow i endured,
Did not exist,
Until you appeared.
A hundred betrayals,
A thousand fake faces,
Millions of lies,
All the same cases.
That innocent face,
Hid all your dark secrets,
Little did you know,
They seeped out in sequence.
Shadow after shadow,
Tear after tear,
After I thought about it,
I had nothing to fear.
You are nothing to me,
Just a pain in the ass,
I was stupid to trust you,
But thats all in the past.
So now you're alone,
And I don't wonder why,...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 3:57pm
21st Jun 2012 3:57pm
Monstirmae (Parody of Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol)
Twas twilight that brought the morning chill,
Did prey alike cower together,
All shaky were the late water reeds,
And the moths that run from cruel weather.
"Beware the Monstirmae, oh young one,
The sharpest tongue and fake persona,
Beware her foul minions and do shun,
Her sharpened heart snatching claws.
He took his broken heart in hand,
Long time had he loved but now had sought,
So rested he by the tall oak tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in midthought, there he stood,
The Monstirmae with eyes of hate....
Did prey alike cower together,
All shaky were the late water reeds,
And the moths that run from cruel weather.
"Beware the Monstirmae, oh young one,
The sharpest tongue and fake persona,
Beware her foul minions and do shun,
Her sharpened heart snatching claws.
He took his broken heart in hand,
Long time had he loved but now had sought,
So rested he by the tall oak tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in midthought, there he stood,
The Monstirmae with eyes of hate....
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 3:49pm
21st Jun 2012 3:49pm
A Dead Memory
Why does it feel,
As if deep in my heart,
A beloved of mine had died?
Why has my heart stopped and start?
It is real,
Yet no death can i record,
No one that i truly cared about,
Nothing is in my memory, stored.
Yet i cry as the catalyst starts to speak,
Bringing tears one after the other,
Soaking my clothes as i start to break down,
My tank and my shorts flood with salted water.
Maybe its me who died,
A long time ago,
When all the pain had started to make,
My self esteem go lower than low.
My thoughts murdered...
As if deep in my heart,
A beloved of mine had died?
Why has my heart stopped and start?
It is real,
Yet no death can i record,
No one that i truly cared about,
Nothing is in my memory, stored.
Yet i cry as the catalyst starts to speak,
Bringing tears one after the other,
Soaking my clothes as i start to break down,
My tank and my shorts flood with salted water.
Maybe its me who died,
A long time ago,
When all the pain had started to make,
My self esteem go lower than low.
My thoughts murdered...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 7:24am
21st Jun 2012 7:24am
Never Good Enough
Fighting for worth,
And failing each time,
So I guess I’m nothing now,
As I watch others in their prime.
Better versions I see,
Clones that walk and run in the sun,
All more skillful and better than me,
I’ll be replaced with a trigger of a gun.
I was never wanted,
That much I know,
Of how I was never good enough,
As I was constantly compared to.
Remind myself,
Of what I couldn’t be,
So I gave up and gave in,
I finally stopped believing in what I see.
I no longer cared,
For what I lacked,
Burn all my...
And failing each time,
So I guess I’m nothing now,
As I watch others in their prime.
Better versions I see,
Clones that walk and run in the sun,
All more skillful and better than me,
I’ll be replaced with a trigger of a gun.
I was never wanted,
That much I know,
Of how I was never good enough,
As I was constantly compared to.
Remind myself,
Of what I couldn’t be,
So I gave up and gave in,
I finally stopped believing in what I see.
I no longer cared,
For what I lacked,
Burn all my...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 7:24am
21st Jun 2012 7:24am
I Hate My Name
I hate my name,
It fills me with regrets,
The part that means nothing,
And the part that belongs to pests.
I hate my name,
Part of my mom,
Part of my dad,
None of the things I’m glad to have.
I hate my name,
Reminding me of where I belong,
Among destroyers and thieves,
Internally, I try to be strong.
I hate my name,
Memories of a broken family,
Resurface each time its called,
Reminding me of each tragedy.
I hate my name,
They think that I’m a whore,
That’s all they’ll ever think of me,
That I’ll...
It fills me with regrets,
The part that means nothing,
And the part that belongs to pests.
I hate my name,
Part of my mom,
Part of my dad,
None of the things I’m glad to have.
I hate my name,
Reminding me of where I belong,
Among destroyers and thieves,
Internally, I try to be strong.
I hate my name,
Memories of a broken family,
Resurface each time its called,
Reminding me of each tragedy.
I hate my name,
They think that I’m a whore,
That’s all they’ll ever think of me,
That I’ll...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 9:55am
20th Jun 2012 9:55am
No Going Back
Dim the lights,
And leave me to be,
Blow out the candles,
So I can’t see.
With full strength, I dig in,
No holding back,
I can hear the surface of my skin,
As it starts to crack.
I feel something warm,
In this sea of cold,
Fear is no option,
For now, I have to be bold.
Theres no turning back,
I’m going all out,
Not sure what I’m cutting at,
But my release is what its all about.
My breath starts to weaken,
As I feel this sensation,
My eyes start to flutter,
Once they close, they’ll never open.
...
And leave me to be,
Blow out the candles,
So I can’t see.
With full strength, I dig in,
No holding back,
I can hear the surface of my skin,
As it starts to crack.
I feel something warm,
In this sea of cold,
Fear is no option,
For now, I have to be bold.
Theres no turning back,
I’m going all out,
Not sure what I’m cutting at,
But my release is what its all about.
My breath starts to weaken,
As I feel this sensation,
My eyes start to flutter,
Once they close, they’ll never open.
...
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