Submissions by Dusk_Everheart (Anne-Marie Burgess)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2011 8:17pm
29th Oct 2011 8:17pm
A Monster
I'm her flesh and blood, she carried me for nine monthes and then gave me life, she raised me and hoped for so much for me in this world. But I cut her down and make her feel like she is the dirt beneath my feet. She tries her best but when she just says the simplest thing to me, I snap at her. Then we're arguing again, the walls are shaking with the force of an earthquake at the end of the world. I call her names, I throw her past in her face, I tell her all the things she's done wrong. . . "I hate you!" I scream at her and I strike her with my fist, she falls back crying. She's...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Oct 2011 6:08am
28th Oct 2011 6:08am
Castle Down
A sheer look of pain and concern fills your face when you see my lean over, gripping my chest from the icey grip that is the anxiety disorder that I have been diagnosed with. I sit down, thinking of it as no big deal-- this panic attacks fill my veins and are the very stepping stones I walk in all the time in my life, worrying and wondering about things that I cannot change or trying to change things that go in and over my head and I start drowning in. "I'm fine" I say, because I was-- I had grown tolerant to this kind of pain, the pain that no one can save me from. My eyes blink...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 10:27pm
18th Sep 2011 10:27pm
Broken Fairytale
She has been trapped inside a nightmare. A dark and twisted fantasy; where the trees' branches coil like claws and roots pretrude from the ground waiting for an unsuspecting victim. Beyond the dark forest, where the shadows dance around and play mischiveious games. There dwells a castle, a castle with a tower and in the tower she lives in her own world that she has built. She has made this world so that she may forget what happened, and when she sees something that is real she pricks her finger on the needle of a spinning wheel, hoping to go back into her dreams where she doesn't have to...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Sep 2011 10:17pm
18th Sep 2011 10:17pm
Untitled
Tears slide down her face as she stares in the mirror, she draws scars across her face outlining the parts that could be perfect but aren't. She is held prisoner to look into the mirror and see what she thinks all there is to see. When she looks up, they don't notice but simply pick her apart. Strip her down and tear her apart, leave her alone, leave nothing by scattered dust and broken bones. She is trying to get better but they force her to look back in the mirror and see the scars that time and people have made. They force her to look at all of the wrong, they don't see her crying when...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 4:19pm
17th Sep 2011 4:19pm
My Heart
My heart has been beaten and it has been bruised.
I have been used as a door mat; walked all over and used.
My heart has been given away like a precious gift.
But returned in a broken condition, crushed, battered and ripped.
My heart has been red, black, purple, and blue.
The colors of blood, the colors of a bruise.
My heart has been torn open, exposed and hurt.
I have been pushed aside left to die and treated like dirt.
My heart is on life support. It can't take anymore abuse.
I put up a wall, a gate with a lock. I am obsolete, I have no use.
My heart...
I have been used as a door mat; walked all over and used.
My heart has been given away like a precious gift.
But returned in a broken condition, crushed, battered and ripped.
My heart has been red, black, purple, and blue.
The colors of blood, the colors of a bruise.
My heart has been torn open, exposed and hurt.
I have been pushed aside left to die and treated like dirt.
My heart is on life support. It can't take anymore abuse.
I put up a wall, a gate with a lock. I am obsolete, I have no use.
My heart...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Sep 2011 1:10pm
17th Sep 2011 1:10pm
Slith
His name is Slith.
A dark figure sitting in the corner of the room.
His dark black hair like ebony falls over his porcelain pale face.A dark smile creeps across his face,
charming like a demon's dreaming. He brushes back my hair and kisses my cheek.
"It's okay they'll all leave you eventually"
His words are like shards of glass;
piercing my ears and making them bleed.
His mouth never moves but his voice is like nails on a chalk board. His voice tempts me and tricks me.
It is hallow and enchanting, as is his company.
...
A dark figure sitting in the corner of the room.
His dark black hair like ebony falls over his porcelain pale face.A dark smile creeps across his face,
charming like a demon's dreaming. He brushes back my hair and kisses my cheek.
"It's okay they'll all leave you eventually"
His words are like shards of glass;
piercing my ears and making them bleed.
His mouth never moves but his voice is like nails on a chalk board. His voice tempts me and tricks me.
It is hallow and enchanting, as is his company.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 6:12am
17th Sep 2011 6:12am
Secrets
They were just simple secrets, thoughts that had been locked and hidden away from the world inside our minds. We decided to write them all down and then show them to the other. We didn't know what we would unlock, what we would find out about this person that we have already shared everything with. As I read line after line of secrets some I knew and some I didn't know, I felt as if I was being handed her trust in these words. And when she read mine I stared at the wall or the floor hoping she wouldn't question certain ones. And then she did, I felt my face blush because I knew the answer to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 6:27pm
16th Sep 2011 6:27pm
Crystalized
I am a crystalized element, frozen within time. My lips are glass, my face is porcelain. My hair is fragile, like icicles long and cold. My skin is breakable, I am made of glass. My eyes are like gems that will follow your every move. I am a crytalized element, I cannot feel pain. My sheild has become durable against your words and actions. I am easily breakable if my heart you are to shatter as you have many times, like broken time and matter. My bones are concrete they hold me down so I can hold out through the storm. I am a crystalized element, almost not real. My bones, skin, and face are...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 6:26pm
16th Sep 2011 6:26pm
Not Good Enough
Do I have to be perfect?
Will I ever be good enough?
What's so bad about me?
I know I'm depressed I am getting help.
What's wrong with me?
Please explain.
I want to help her, for this I should be ashamed.
My mom is my friend before my mother.
My father rather be an alcoholic than a dad.
My old best friend deserted me, left me with my pain.
I suppose she saw what was wrong with me.
I am quiet, you don't know how I talk.
I am shy. you don't know how I act.
If you cut me I will bleed red because I am human and I am aware of this...
Will I ever be good enough?
What's so bad about me?
I know I'm depressed I am getting help.
What's wrong with me?
Please explain.
I want to help her, for this I should be ashamed.
My mom is my friend before my mother.
My father rather be an alcoholic than a dad.
My old best friend deserted me, left me with my pain.
I suppose she saw what was wrong with me.
I am quiet, you don't know how I talk.
I am shy. you don't know how I act.
If you cut me I will bleed red because I am human and I am aware of this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 11:13pm
14th Sep 2011 11:13pm
Imaginary Friend
You were real, I talked to you and played childish games with you. I told you secrets only my best friend would know, you made me laugh and told me stories. You comfronted my tears and made me laugh. You were my friend, you had a name the same name as someone else I knew. You were funny and witty but you gave up too soon, you said you wouldn't leave. You would always be there, you said I would always have you, you said you cared. But then I got a call and you were gone, why was it so easy. When I was sad I needed you to leave and so I was alone.
I told my friend with your name...
I told my friend with your name...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 11:10pm
14th Sep 2011 11:10pm
Broken Angel
You are my island of hope in a sea of sorrow. While other ships sailed away, leaving me a drift in the open water. Thank you broken angel, broken doll, you are a lost charm. You are the one who needs me just as much as I need you. If you are broken I am there to mend the wounds. If I am lost you are there to guide the way. through darkness and fear I am not alone, you are there beside me and I am whole. Every second our friendship grows, knowing that if one of us ever died the other would die too. Thank you broken angel, lost heart, you make me feel as if I have a purpose in this world I have...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2011 9:05pm
13th Sep 2011 9:05pm
A Bitter Grace
In a sea of bitterness she sails, hidden
behind a darkened veil.
We see her as nothing, look through
her and see the wall, but lifting her
copper colored eyes she is a percelain
doll.
Gracious be her name for she is as
silent as the wind but if you are
broken, her hand she will offer her
heart she will lend.
The storm begins, thunder rolls like
a thousand drums, she stares out the
glass, for she has turned dumb*.
Silent she lives hidden in within
herself, behind a mask, under a veil,
inside a shell.
...
behind a darkened veil.
We see her as nothing, look through
her and see the wall, but lifting her
copper colored eyes she is a percelain
doll.
Gracious be her name for she is as
silent as the wind but if you are
broken, her hand she will offer her
heart she will lend.
The storm begins, thunder rolls like
a thousand drums, she stares out the
glass, for she has turned dumb*.
Silent she lives hidden in within
herself, behind a mask, under a veil,
inside a shell.
...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Dusk_Everheart (Anne-Marie Burgess)
