Submissions by Jaded-Jewel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not a poet, I am dark. I am alone. I do not have emotions anymore. Perhaps I am a true version of walking dead.
SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2014 6:58pm
14th Sep 2014 6:58pm
Lovely Hate
I rage at the love that is so freely given,
a plea that goes unanswered.
One kind word will all the difference make.
Do you hear the silent cry that beckons,
Are you deaf to all?
A selfish love you offer,
Full of traps and lies.
Hate fills your love.
I have not seen, yet I see.
Deprive yourself of greatness,
I will gladly take all.
a plea that goes unanswered.
One kind word will all the difference make.
Do you hear the silent cry that beckons,
Are you deaf to all?
A selfish love you offer,
Full of traps and lies.
Hate fills your love.
I have not seen, yet I see.
Deprive yourself of greatness,
I will gladly take all.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 11:26pm
12th Sep 2014 11:26pm
Blue
Vaulted sky's of vivid blue,
a kaleidoscope of color surrounds me.
The swirls all blend together,
they confuse me with their beauty.
I grasp at something solid,
only to have faint wisps of emotion
dissaper through my fingers.
There is nothing solid, floating on dreams.
A mere puff of unexpected wind scatters the mist.
So fragile are the things that encircle me,
A flower trembling in the wind.
a kaleidoscope of color surrounds me.
The swirls all blend together,
they confuse me with their beauty.
I grasp at something solid,
only to have faint wisps of emotion
dissaper through my fingers.
There is nothing solid, floating on dreams.
A mere puff of unexpected wind scatters the mist.
So fragile are the things that encircle me,
A flower trembling in the wind.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 11:13pm
12th Sep 2014 11:13pm
Sometimes
Sometimes I think, but not really.
Sometimes I feel, but not fully.
Sometimes I am, but I am not.
Sometimes I live, when I am really dead.
Sometimes I care, but very carefully.
Sometimes I believe, but not truly.
Sometimes I love, but fearfully.
Sometimes I hate, to easily.
Sometimes I cry, but not readily.
Sometimes I die, completely.
Sometimes...........
Sometimes I feel, but not fully.
Sometimes I am, but I am not.
Sometimes I live, when I am really dead.
Sometimes I care, but very carefully.
Sometimes I believe, but not truly.
Sometimes I love, but fearfully.
Sometimes I hate, to easily.
Sometimes I cry, but not readily.
Sometimes I die, completely.
Sometimes...........
772 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 8:03am
8th Sep 2014 8:03am
Darkened mist
Fear an evil lurking death,
Chilling breath upon life's neck.
Fingers pressed on earths delight,
All alone this fateful night.
Misty thoughts swirl around,
Upon this dead and baron ground.
Deep below no searching light,
On this dark and misty night.
Hollow screams fill life's air,
Enveloped in Deaths icy glare.
Surrounded by things I cannot touch,
On life's vision I cannot trust.
All alone with nothing inside,
This painful life I cannot hide.
Chilling breath upon life's neck.
Fingers pressed on earths delight,
All alone this fateful night.
Misty thoughts swirl around,
Upon this dead and baron ground.
Deep below no searching light,
On this dark and misty night.
Hollow screams fill life's air,
Enveloped in Deaths icy glare.
Surrounded by things I cannot touch,
On life's vision I cannot trust.
All alone with nothing inside,
This painful life I cannot hide.
565 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 7:53am
8th Sep 2014 7:53am
Madness
Madness..........is it my perceived reality our yours?
Can you see through my eyes, the torrid life of a forgotten whore?
The jagged pieces that are left of me,
Floating in a tumulus sea.
The thousand tears that I have shed,
The vile blood that still runs red.
The "Who" you see is not who I am,
Too tired, too old, to have faith again.
Pondering this thing that we call life,
Once was raw......like Satans wife.
Exquisite torture, no physical pain.
A broken soul, never whole again.
Little insights I give...
Can you see through my eyes, the torrid life of a forgotten whore?
The jagged pieces that are left of me,
Floating in a tumulus sea.
The thousand tears that I have shed,
The vile blood that still runs red.
The "Who" you see is not who I am,
Too tired, too old, to have faith again.
Pondering this thing that we call life,
Once was raw......like Satans wife.
Exquisite torture, no physical pain.
A broken soul, never whole again.
Little insights I give...
621 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 8:30am
2nd Sep 2014 8:30am
Dissect This
Opened heart beating,
Dissected for your approval.
Lungs breathing in searing pain,
Examine me closely.
For I have nothing,
and everything to hide.
Dissected for your approval.
Lungs breathing in searing pain,
Examine me closely.
For I have nothing,
and everything to hide.
530 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 8:21am
2nd Sep 2014 8:21am
Blood Red Ruby's
Blood red ruby's run down my arms,
causing no pain, causing no harm.
These blood red ruby's were caused by you,
damming me to see it through.
Shards of glass keep falling down,
as my fucked up world spins around.
Glimpses of who I used to be,
everything you tore from me.
Did you think that you could break me down?
Lying six feet under ground.
You took my life you took my soul,
a shell of myself growing old.
You tore me up, you did me harm.
Watch as these blood red ruby's run down my arm.
causing no pain, causing no harm.
These blood red ruby's were caused by you,
damming me to see it through.
Shards of glass keep falling down,
as my fucked up world spins around.
Glimpses of who I used to be,
everything you tore from me.
Did you think that you could break me down?
Lying six feet under ground.
You took my life you took my soul,
a shell of myself growing old.
You tore me up, you did me harm.
Watch as these blood red ruby's run down my arm.
704 reads
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