Submissions by Egoist
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 7:34am
30th Nov 2012 7:34am
Not For You
I'm going to slit my wrists now
but not because of you.
I am not doing this because you
called me a slut or fake or a
barbie doll.
Too fat, too thin, anorexic and
bulemic. I am not doing this for
you.
I am going to hang myself, but I
am not tying the noose because of
you.
Not because of you calling me stupid,
worthless, a whore and slut.
No, I am not dying for you.
I am kicking the stool out from under
my feet as I swallow a bottle of Vikodine.
I'm not killing myself for you, no not
at all....
but not because of you.
I am not doing this because you
called me a slut or fake or a
barbie doll.
Too fat, too thin, anorexic and
bulemic. I am not doing this for
you.
I am going to hang myself, but I
am not tying the noose because of
you.
Not because of you calling me stupid,
worthless, a whore and slut.
No, I am not dying for you.
I am kicking the stool out from under
my feet as I swallow a bottle of Vikodine.
I'm not killing myself for you, no not
at all....
601 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 3:41pm
29th Nov 2012 3:41pm
Silence
The world has come to stand still
and the time has stopped rolling
over the hands of the clock.
It's over, it's all over.
You cannot scream when you have
no voice, all your cries of hurt
and sadness trapped inside of you
by thick metal threads.
You cannot speak, it's over.
Your mouth drips in blood to mix
with tears and dirty them into a
light, watery crimson.
As you die, a baby is going to be
born and live on in your place in
the world, no one will stop to even
glance at the corpse of the doll
you were....
and the time has stopped rolling
over the hands of the clock.
It's over, it's all over.
You cannot scream when you have
no voice, all your cries of hurt
and sadness trapped inside of you
by thick metal threads.
You cannot speak, it's over.
Your mouth drips in blood to mix
with tears and dirty them into a
light, watery crimson.
As you die, a baby is going to be
born and live on in your place in
the world, no one will stop to even
glance at the corpse of the doll
you were....
589 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 3:37pm
29th Nov 2012 3:37pm
Train
Salute the commander that is escorting
you to your death as the choking weeds
cry tears of mourning for your passing.
You march like a toy soldier, and the
vines wrap around your legs to keep you
marching in spot as your squad and
commander march away.
A crow laughs at you, "You're already an
adult, so now it's time to go catch the
gray train."
The crow laughs at you, laughing, laughing.
I'm a weed with no roots, I sob as I
clench my red wrist, screaming up into
the sky.
Come next terminal.
...
you to your death as the choking weeds
cry tears of mourning for your passing.
You march like a toy soldier, and the
vines wrap around your legs to keep you
marching in spot as your squad and
commander march away.
A crow laughs at you, "You're already an
adult, so now it's time to go catch the
gray train."
The crow laughs at you, laughing, laughing.
I'm a weed with no roots, I sob as I
clench my red wrist, screaming up into
the sky.
Come next terminal.
...
602 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 7:25pm
28th Nov 2012 7:25pm
Review
Double taking and looking in the mirror,
keep looking away then back hoping the
reflection is gunna change.
In a world so fake I got caught up and
became fake myself.
I'm going to start reviewing myself,
wipe away the makeup and take off the
clothes that show me off too much.
Smile at myself everyday, even if it's
forced, because I don't want to fail
myself again with this review.
keep looking away then back hoping the
reflection is gunna change.
In a world so fake I got caught up and
became fake myself.
I'm going to start reviewing myself,
wipe away the makeup and take off the
clothes that show me off too much.
Smile at myself everyday, even if it's
forced, because I don't want to fail
myself again with this review.
944 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 8:58pm
27th Nov 2012 8:58pm
Me
The day is beginning, black and white,
it's all the same to me.
I'm falling down slowly to die, no honesty
because of my own fault.
Cutting away the worries, watching it all
run down, I surely am saying now that I've
'had enough'.
Happiness died like a light, and love
went with it.
I hope to finally leave the world, a world
that I don't believe, fall and fade away until
I'm finally free.
I stare into the mirror, wondering why I'm
so empty inside. Why is everyone leaving me
here?
Either way...
it's all the same to me.
I'm falling down slowly to die, no honesty
because of my own fault.
Cutting away the worries, watching it all
run down, I surely am saying now that I've
'had enough'.
Happiness died like a light, and love
went with it.
I hope to finally leave the world, a world
that I don't believe, fall and fade away until
I'm finally free.
I stare into the mirror, wondering why I'm
so empty inside. Why is everyone leaving me
here?
Either way...
684 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 7:05pm
26th Nov 2012 7:05pm
Hunt
The hunt is on as the blood
is pounding through the veins
of a large buck.
Give chase, for the hart will
escape and you will linger in kicked
up leaves.
You run, you run, you run, you run.
(Not fast enough.)
The buck slows to catch breath and you sink
your sharp spear into it's flank, only to
discover as it falls to the forest floor
that it was a young girl.
But even so you stab her again, and again,
and again, and again, and again.
Devour her flesh raw and cut away everything
from the skill to...
is pounding through the veins
of a large buck.
Give chase, for the hart will
escape and you will linger in kicked
up leaves.
You run, you run, you run, you run.
(Not fast enough.)
The buck slows to catch breath and you sink
your sharp spear into it's flank, only to
discover as it falls to the forest floor
that it was a young girl.
But even so you stab her again, and again,
and again, and again, and again.
Devour her flesh raw and cut away everything
from the skill to...
635 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 7:01pm
26th Nov 2012 7:01pm
Innocence
In a world that's being crushed
by the heavy hammer of the unspoken
truth you are struggling to avoid
being crushed yourself.
All innocence has been murdered when
there are children dead on the streets
in pools of merciless blood.
When such things happen Hell takes its
place on the throne of the world.
Grabbing weapons, rallied under the powerful
fist of force that is the death of the world,
bound in hell-forged chains.
The fake will burn, the liars skinned alive,
and the sinners will all be broiled then
ate while...
by the heavy hammer of the unspoken
truth you are struggling to avoid
being crushed yourself.
All innocence has been murdered when
there are children dead on the streets
in pools of merciless blood.
When such things happen Hell takes its
place on the throne of the world.
Grabbing weapons, rallied under the powerful
fist of force that is the death of the world,
bound in hell-forged chains.
The fake will burn, the liars skinned alive,
and the sinners will all be broiled then
ate while...
603 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 9:22am
23rd Nov 2012 9:22am
Are You Hungry?
You are at the table with
a plate before you full of
delicious food.
Food that you gobble and scarf
down like you've never ate a damn
day in your life.
You're still so hungry though,
your stomach growls in contempt.
It hungers, you hunger but there
is no food left to devour.
The overwhelming hunger controls
your body and before you realize it
your fingers are being gnawed to shreds
in your mouth.
The blood is sour
(but so FUCKING sweet)
and the flesh burns
(and it feels so...
a plate before you full of
delicious food.
Food that you gobble and scarf
down like you've never ate a damn
day in your life.
You're still so hungry though,
your stomach growls in contempt.
It hungers, you hunger but there
is no food left to devour.
The overwhelming hunger controls
your body and before you realize it
your fingers are being gnawed to shreds
in your mouth.
The blood is sour
(but so FUCKING sweet)
and the flesh burns
(and it feels so...
779 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2012 9:19am
23rd Nov 2012 9:19am
My Darling
Oh my sweetest of friends,
smooth and chilled fingers
that brush though my hair so
softly.
Hair that is yanked by cruel
hands.
A hollow embrace of welcoming
death is what I suppose someone
like myself deserves.
Nothing more
Nothing less.
Either way, in this world where
no one gives a fuck, I'd rather be
dead than have to give a fuck my
damn self.
smooth and chilled fingers
that brush though my hair so
softly.
Hair that is yanked by cruel
hands.
A hollow embrace of welcoming
death is what I suppose someone
like myself deserves.
Nothing more
Nothing less.
Either way, in this world where
no one gives a fuck, I'd rather be
dead than have to give a fuck my
damn self.
618 reads
2 Comments
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