Submissions by Donnydarko
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am uh to the core irreplaceble one ofa kind young man, been writing poetry for over 400 years, my soul displays. Poetry is how i express myself without the need of stimulants or sedatives.Live a day at a time and that's all, no more no less.
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jan 2011 11:56pm
25th Jan 2011 11:56pm
She's Perfect
Skys' were gloomy and clouds was all that
followed me around,
rain fell hard leaving him drenched.
People he saw were figments of his distorted vision
he always had from all the stuff he addicted himself to,
he tried to give it all up.
The new high he had was for her,
the girl across from him gazing upon his poor profile.
She saw so much more in him than anyone had ever saw,
giving hope was what she did transforming him from
a wasted piece of scum to... a somebody.
Falling in love was all he could do, his addiction
to her was...
followed me around,
rain fell hard leaving him drenched.
People he saw were figments of his distorted vision
he always had from all the stuff he addicted himself to,
he tried to give it all up.
The new high he had was for her,
the girl across from him gazing upon his poor profile.
She saw so much more in him than anyone had ever saw,
giving hope was what she did transforming him from
a wasted piece of scum to... a somebody.
Falling in love was all he could do, his addiction
to her was...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2011 00:18am
18th Jan 2011 00:18am
Joy Ride
Wheels hot and crisp,
sliding across the hot asphalt late
at night gliding slowly as if time stops
while in high but slow speed motion.
Alertness is all that's on my mind,
but taking the risking of losing my life
is the risk I'll take.
Knowing the freedom i feel with no care
in the world is sucha rush!
Adrenaline junkie is what im called by my
inner being that trys to warn me to slow down...
because it might be the last time i pull that
E brake...
Being careless is all i can be while in the dead motion
in my mind...
sliding across the hot asphalt late
at night gliding slowly as if time stops
while in high but slow speed motion.
Alertness is all that's on my mind,
but taking the risking of losing my life
is the risk I'll take.
Knowing the freedom i feel with no care
in the world is sucha rush!
Adrenaline junkie is what im called by my
inner being that trys to warn me to slow down...
because it might be the last time i pull that
E brake...
Being careless is all i can be while in the dead motion
in my mind...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2011 8:33pm
5th Jan 2011 8:33pm
Us Isn't An Option Anymore
The day he fell for her was the beginning
of the rest of his life,
he would never give up on what he strived
for from that point on.
It showed him that he could be loved not as
his appearance,
but as him as an individual.
He knew getting her would happen one day
but knowing how it would turn out or when was
a future event waiting to happen.
In the end he knew it would crash and burn,
but the only wait out of this all was to escape this
world of terror.
Grow some wings and flyaway was all it'd take.
of the rest of his life,
he would never give up on what he strived
for from that point on.
It showed him that he could be loved not as
his appearance,
but as him as an individual.
He knew getting her would happen one day
but knowing how it would turn out or when was
a future event waiting to happen.
In the end he knew it would crash and burn,
but the only wait out of this all was to escape this
world of terror.
Grow some wings and flyaway was all it'd take.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2010 00:57am
10th Dec 2010 00:57am
Goodbye
She was so innocent and beautiful,
I thought it was the beginning of the rest
of my life.
The promise i was so thankful for that she
had promised me was crushed and thrown into
my face,
worthless was what i was called on the inside.
It hurt so bad to know the truth of what she had
done with a man she did not love,
tears would stream from my heart.
The hole that was blown through was
unbearable to even realize and i had no intention
of forgiveness,
it hurt so fuckin bad i couldn't even begin to explain.
Every time i...
I thought it was the beginning of the rest
of my life.
The promise i was so thankful for that she
had promised me was crushed and thrown into
my face,
worthless was what i was called on the inside.
It hurt so bad to know the truth of what she had
done with a man she did not love,
tears would stream from my heart.
The hole that was blown through was
unbearable to even realize and i had no intention
of forgiveness,
it hurt so fuckin bad i couldn't even begin to explain.
Every time i...
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Nov 2010 10:16pm
16th Nov 2010 10:16pm
Couldn't Succeed
Knowing what was going to happen every fuckin day
i woke up,
id sit up in my bed and think to myself...nothing
is going to ever be different.
You can't change man and you fuckin know it...i asked
myself, "why am i always tired"..?
But i figured it out,
i myself wasn't tired but the soul inside me was exausted
and couldn't take it any longer.
I stood up and walked to my door then locked it,
staring at the ceiling where the rope hung high.
I knew i had no other choice but that.
As i looked up one more time i then...
i woke up,
id sit up in my bed and think to myself...nothing
is going to ever be different.
You can't change man and you fuckin know it...i asked
myself, "why am i always tired"..?
But i figured it out,
i myself wasn't tired but the soul inside me was exausted
and couldn't take it any longer.
I stood up and walked to my door then locked it,
staring at the ceiling where the rope hung high.
I knew i had no other choice but that.
As i looked up one more time i then...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2010 1:43am
10th Nov 2010 1:43am
Never Coming Home
His Stuff is stuffed in his bag tying the
last knot in his shoe he begins down the stairs quietly
not even a mouse could hear,
walking out the back door not caring what anyone is gunna
say when they find out he's gone.
He had no choice but to leave because the pain he was causing
the people around him was to severe to explain,
it would hurt him to much to put out his inner feelings to anyone.
Walking down the road breathing deeply the air freezing up
his lungs making it hard to breathe,
he could do without the reality he had once lived...even...
last knot in his shoe he begins down the stairs quietly
not even a mouse could hear,
walking out the back door not caring what anyone is gunna
say when they find out he's gone.
He had no choice but to leave because the pain he was causing
the people around him was to severe to explain,
it would hurt him to much to put out his inner feelings to anyone.
Walking down the road breathing deeply the air freezing up
his lungs making it hard to breathe,
he could do without the reality he had once lived...even...
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Nov 2010 7:40pm
4th Nov 2010 7:40pm
The Ending Thought
He places the ladder under the rope
hanging high above him from the steel structure,
every thought rushing through his head but
still convinced he must end it all or all will suffer
do to his mistakes and problems he always caused.
Standing there at the bottom of the ladder staring up
at the noose shape at the end of the rope,
where he would be hanging from.
The thoughts all came to a hault...looking down at his
hands,
he wondered if anyone would care if he put himself out of
misory,
but no one would care is what continued to be the...
hanging high above him from the steel structure,
every thought rushing through his head but
still convinced he must end it all or all will suffer
do to his mistakes and problems he always caused.
Standing there at the bottom of the ladder staring up
at the noose shape at the end of the rope,
where he would be hanging from.
The thoughts all came to a hault...looking down at his
hands,
he wondered if anyone would care if he put himself out of
misory,
but no one would care is what continued to be the...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2010 1:26am
26th Oct 2010 1:26am
Pain
A pain in his chest started
when people started giving him shit,
it was his appearance that people thrived on.
He wanted to b like everyone else,
but no one would let him.
He lived in a world of doom and pain
because of what he had lived in the past
his confidence was no more.
The pain he had in his chest rose up from his
heart to his head,
he couldn't take it anymore.
The constant bullying and depression everyone
caused him broke the last thread he was hanging from.
Sanity was gone and he finally had enough
but...
when people started giving him shit,
it was his appearance that people thrived on.
He wanted to b like everyone else,
but no one would let him.
He lived in a world of doom and pain
because of what he had lived in the past
his confidence was no more.
The pain he had in his chest rose up from his
heart to his head,
he couldn't take it anymore.
The constant bullying and depression everyone
caused him broke the last thread he was hanging from.
Sanity was gone and he finally had enough
but...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2010 5:24am
25th Oct 2010 5:24am
Distorted Negligences' Die
When no one cares people tend to
become wreckless and careless to recieve
attention,
for they feel there is no hope for them.
They have no more soul to there mind of
love responsibilty and danger,
all they think bout is wat can i do to block
out reality and how can i create attention.
pretty soon sanity has left and they thrive on
peoples emotions and support for them,
they're not scared to die.
But they continue to search for someone to
love them,
but is the world earth reality becomes insurreal
when the trigger is...
become wreckless and careless to recieve
attention,
for they feel there is no hope for them.
They have no more soul to there mind of
love responsibilty and danger,
all they think bout is wat can i do to block
out reality and how can i create attention.
pretty soon sanity has left and they thrive on
peoples emotions and support for them,
they're not scared to die.
But they continue to search for someone to
love them,
but is the world earth reality becomes insurreal
when the trigger is...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2010 9:32pm
12th Oct 2010 9:32pm
Stubborn World
People pass me as I sit on the sidewalk
watching them, listening to there conversations
and observing there wants.
People are pathetic and are never living in
the moment,
they all want something more.
Never happy for what they have,
and always thinking about what will happen next.
Not appreciating what they have in there lives.
If people just lived in the moment for one day,
the world would be so much more thankful for
life in general.
watching them, listening to there conversations
and observing there wants.
People are pathetic and are never living in
the moment,
they all want something more.
Never happy for what they have,
and always thinking about what will happen next.
Not appreciating what they have in there lives.
If people just lived in the moment for one day,
the world would be so much more thankful for
life in general.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2010 6:59am
12th Oct 2010 6:59am
The Stars Are Falling
His back pressed firm against the wet
grass lying there careless and free,
not caring about the problems or hell that
is heading his way.
His eyes attached on the stars falling down
on him,
stars reflecting in his tears that stream down
his cheeks caused by his life changing losses.
The stars that fell hid his screwed up reality he
has always been in,
he lives everyday sad giving himself no credit for
anything.
Laying in his coffin while the stars are falling in
his eyes,
his soul is free'd and froze in time.
grass lying there careless and free,
not caring about the problems or hell that
is heading his way.
His eyes attached on the stars falling down
on him,
stars reflecting in his tears that stream down
his cheeks caused by his life changing losses.
The stars that fell hid his screwed up reality he
has always been in,
he lives everyday sad giving himself no credit for
anything.
Laying in his coffin while the stars are falling in
his eyes,
his soul is free'd and froze in time.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2010 11:19pm
15th Sep 2010 11:19pm
Running In Place
Moving to slow to notice but to fast to see,
letting the dead souls flow through as ifhe were
a broken down bridge.
Not being noticed for his true potential let his
stress take over for eternity with the feeling inside..
that he is not noticed loved nor appreciated for his being
on the spec of his eye.
There is no power in those who judge for his looks to bring
down his potential help of this world.
The world is crashing all around him and they don't even
show a sign of affection towards it,
For if he is gone no one will notice until they notice...
letting the dead souls flow through as ifhe were
a broken down bridge.
Not being noticed for his true potential let his
stress take over for eternity with the feeling inside..
that he is not noticed loved nor appreciated for his being
on the spec of his eye.
There is no power in those who judge for his looks to bring
down his potential help of this world.
The world is crashing all around him and they don't even
show a sign of affection towards it,
For if he is gone no one will notice until they notice...
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