Submissions by Iscreamsilent
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 6:15pm
14th Nov 2012 6:15pm
This war
This War
by: Mariah
She hears the chant yet again,
All of the ugly words that make the torment begin.
She tries to block them, but they just grow stronger,
She will last-but how much longer?
On the outside her life might seem pretty,
But take a look on the inside and things really are downright shitty.
You see the monsters that torment her soul,
They are as dark and black as coal.
When she sees them she tries to run and hide.
But they see her and open wide.
That girl is now no more,
Even though she tried...
by: Mariah
She hears the chant yet again,
All of the ugly words that make the torment begin.
She tries to block them, but they just grow stronger,
She will last-but how much longer?
On the outside her life might seem pretty,
But take a look on the inside and things really are downright shitty.
You see the monsters that torment her soul,
They are as dark and black as coal.
When she sees them she tries to run and hide.
But they see her and open wide.
That girl is now no more,
Even though she tried...
670 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 6:30pm
10th Nov 2012 6:30pm
My Demons
The demons inside of me scream “LET US OUT”,
I say “NO”, I say now you must go!
They hear this and laugh,
Will someone with authority please tell them to go on my behalf?
But no one does they just stare right on through,
The shell that is me is no longer true.
Someone had me labeled “handle with care”,
The world saw this and took it as a dare.
Everywhere I turned all I saw was the utmost hate,
I tried to turn and and run but it was too late.
When you look at me I’m sure you will see the person that I always wanted to be.
...
I say “NO”, I say now you must go!
They hear this and laugh,
Will someone with authority please tell them to go on my behalf?
But no one does they just stare right on through,
The shell that is me is no longer true.
Someone had me labeled “handle with care”,
The world saw this and took it as a dare.
Everywhere I turned all I saw was the utmost hate,
I tried to turn and and run but it was too late.
When you look at me I’m sure you will see the person that I always wanted to be.
...
878 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 11:16pm
9th Nov 2012 11:16pm
Who Am I?
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
An empty reflection staring at me....
When did it become empty I don't really know,
It seems like one day my soul just decided to go.
As I walk through the woods known as life,
it seems as though I just lose sight-sight of who I was,
and who I am meant to be...
When all I want is to just find the real me.
Just as I go to pick up a piece of who I am, it turns out to be just a sham...
It belongs to some faded memory or some forgotten tale.
And it just reminds me of how I always seem...
An empty reflection staring at me....
When did it become empty I don't really know,
It seems like one day my soul just decided to go.
As I walk through the woods known as life,
it seems as though I just lose sight-sight of who I was,
and who I am meant to be...
When all I want is to just find the real me.
Just as I go to pick up a piece of who I am, it turns out to be just a sham...
It belongs to some faded memory or some forgotten tale.
And it just reminds me of how I always seem...
770 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2012 11:12pm
9th Nov 2012 11:12pm
This is her life
Everyone laughs as she pulls down her long sleeves,
she gets so tired of playing the happy game that she just leaves.
No one notices the black holes that are her eyes,
Or the permanent tear marks she has because all she can do is cry.
If they really knew her they would see the pain and sorrow she carries-the things that make her so wary.
With her long sleeves on she looks just fine, but underneath them there are all those lines.
The lines from when she drew a river but wanted a flood,
from all those times she just craved her own blood.
...
she gets so tired of playing the happy game that she just leaves.
No one notices the black holes that are her eyes,
Or the permanent tear marks she has because all she can do is cry.
If they really knew her they would see the pain and sorrow she carries-the things that make her so wary.
With her long sleeves on she looks just fine, but underneath them there are all those lines.
The lines from when she drew a river but wanted a flood,
from all those times she just craved her own blood.
...
646 reads
2 Comments
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