Submissions by Jenerator (Jenna)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2009 8:38am
3rd Sep 2009 8:38am
Vampire
Forced to the ground,
to die without a sound...
Ascending into smoke,
make you choke...
Make you choke...
Rise up into flame,
you'll do it again...
Pushing me down further,
it's murder...
It's murder...
Peirce my skin with your kiss,
it's all to do with this...
Lips of ice are frozen,
I am chosen...
I am chosen...
To pull you down with power,
your screaming louder...
A pool of red and a full moon,
you'll join me soon...
You'll join me soon...
to die without a sound...
Ascending into smoke,
make you choke...
Make you choke...
Rise up into flame,
you'll do it again...
Pushing me down further,
it's murder...
It's murder...
Peirce my skin with your kiss,
it's all to do with this...
Lips of ice are frozen,
I am chosen...
I am chosen...
To pull you down with power,
your screaming louder...
A pool of red and a full moon,
you'll join me soon...
You'll join me soon...
#dark
#vampires
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2009 8:36am
3rd Sep 2009 8:36am
Eternal Life
These scars still bleed, they never heal,
my life is fake, my death is real...
The truth you seek, you'll never see,
you want your truth, come look for me...
Who are you, to tell me the sky is blue?
The colour of the sky is red!
And I'm not alive, I am dead...
You pass through gates where Satan roams,
thinking your dreaming, safely at home...
Your not! Remember? Life's a lie!
Be strong, take this, do not cry!
Your dreams speak truth, so now you die...
You'll dream forever, and not live a lie...
Your scars will...
my life is fake, my death is real...
The truth you seek, you'll never see,
you want your truth, come look for me...
Who are you, to tell me the sky is blue?
The colour of the sky is red!
And I'm not alive, I am dead...
You pass through gates where Satan roams,
thinking your dreaming, safely at home...
Your not! Remember? Life's a lie!
Be strong, take this, do not cry!
Your dreams speak truth, so now you die...
You'll dream forever, and not live a lie...
Your scars will...
#rhyming
#apathy
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2009 7:52am
2nd Sep 2009 7:52am
Puppet Suicide
Dancing around in thin air,
this script I did not write...
A crowd of strangers stare me down,
this disaster is my life...
Strings could tie and form a knot,
and he locks me in the darkness...
Surrounded by my wooden friends,
held down by an iron harness...
Hand-made from a carving knife,
to make a child smile...
But this journey that I call my life,
I live it in denial...
All I have,
is my depression...
A lonely life,
of misconception...
If only I weren't a mere puppet...
If only I could walk my own...
this script I did not write...
A crowd of strangers stare me down,
this disaster is my life...
Strings could tie and form a knot,
and he locks me in the darkness...
Surrounded by my wooden friends,
held down by an iron harness...
Hand-made from a carving knife,
to make a child smile...
But this journey that I call my life,
I live it in denial...
All I have,
is my depression...
A lonely life,
of misconception...
If only I weren't a mere puppet...
If only I could walk my own...
#depression
#dark
#suicide #rhyming
#suicide #rhyming
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2009 7:51am
2nd Sep 2009 7:51am
Check Mate
Ever felt like,
your head is over crowded?
Like every daily contribution,
just makes it more clouded?
When everything feels like,
it's gonna fall apart...
Like the vision of the end,
but then your brought back to the start...
People ask so much,
from someone who is stuck...
The reason as to why your still standing,
is a reason drawn from luck...
Down on your knees,
in a leather bounded cell...
Glued to all your troubles,
and thoughts you can't expel...
Sinking deeper into,
debts of promised hope......
your head is over crowded?
Like every daily contribution,
just makes it more clouded?
When everything feels like,
it's gonna fall apart...
Like the vision of the end,
but then your brought back to the start...
People ask so much,
from someone who is stuck...
The reason as to why your still standing,
is a reason drawn from luck...
Down on your knees,
in a leather bounded cell...
Glued to all your troubles,
and thoughts you can't expel...
Sinking deeper into,
debts of promised hope......
#dark
#rhyming
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Sep 2009 7:51am
1st Sep 2009 7:51am
R.I.P Robert
A memory of soul,
forms freshly in my mind.
A victim of plausable peace?
The gods would'nt be so kind.
A mandatory accident,
anther flower on a grave.
Nothing is understandable,
how can I be so brave?
I wonder what to think,
I wonder when to smile.
To wonder is a hazard,
but I haven't in a while.
Your body was the matter,
your spirit was it's force.
An external trip in time,
and soul and body were divorced.
Its not that no one cares,
but life continues on.
Just remember if you can,
I have't...
forms freshly in my mind.
A victim of plausable peace?
The gods would'nt be so kind.
A mandatory accident,
anther flower on a grave.
Nothing is understandable,
how can I be so brave?
I wonder what to think,
I wonder when to smile.
To wonder is a hazard,
but I haven't in a while.
Your body was the matter,
your spirit was it's force.
An external trip in time,
and soul and body were divorced.
Its not that no one cares,
but life continues on.
Just remember if you can,
I have't...
#death
#rhyming
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2009 7:50am
1st Sep 2009 7:50am
Untitled
Sinners blood layeth on the floor.
To cleanse thy heart, thy spirit a whore.
For thy hath lead thyself astray.
Now is thy tilst dying day.
What not thy had, thy did not know.
What not thy did, thy did not follow.
What not thy knew, what thy had lost.
Thy soul mates arm, was thy cost.
Now thy live, thy life in vain.
With not to offer, with not to gain.
With not hath known, in God's name,
Until hath lead thyself tilst shame.
Sinners blood hath closely offended,
on thee's soul thy hath befriended.
Thyself is sorry, for thy...
To cleanse thy heart, thy spirit a whore.
For thy hath lead thyself astray.
Now is thy tilst dying day.
What not thy had, thy did not know.
What not thy did, thy did not follow.
What not thy knew, what thy had lost.
Thy soul mates arm, was thy cost.
Now thy live, thy life in vain.
With not to offer, with not to gain.
With not hath known, in God's name,
Until hath lead thyself tilst shame.
Sinners blood hath closely offended,
on thee's soul thy hath befriended.
Thyself is sorry, for thy...
#faith
#rhyming
#prayer
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Aug 2009 4:25pm
26th Aug 2009 4:25pm
Bones of the sea
Rise up from some depths below,
years of time there, left to mellow...
Screens of cobwebs, cover eyes,
echos of anguished and mournful cries,
locked in cages left to die,
forever rotting, there to lie...
Watch them now, as the bones dance free,
across the ground and out to sea,
for many years, longing to flee,
to find their only love to be...
The ancient treasure, that they own,
inside under water caves, left all alone,
through the water, grind the bones,
to find their secret values, that they once owned...
They come...
years of time there, left to mellow...
Screens of cobwebs, cover eyes,
echos of anguished and mournful cries,
locked in cages left to die,
forever rotting, there to lie...
Watch them now, as the bones dance free,
across the ground and out to sea,
for many years, longing to flee,
to find their only love to be...
The ancient treasure, that they own,
inside under water caves, left all alone,
through the water, grind the bones,
to find their secret values, that they once owned...
They come...
#sea
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Aug 2009 4:24pm
26th Aug 2009 4:24pm
Mission Failed.
The man stalks silently,
on through the gloom.
The floor creaks quietly,
as he enters the room.
He pauses but briefly,
to ascertain his target.
He peers around meekly,
while he checks his knife set.
He draws a knife,
of wicked proportion.
And advances on the bed,
with obvious caution.
He sees her there,
lying silently still.
He knows how to do it,
but does he have the will?
Holding his knife,
in between fingers and palm.
Sweat on his brow,
but still remains calm.
He pierces what seems,...
on through the gloom.
The floor creaks quietly,
as he enters the room.
He pauses but briefly,
to ascertain his target.
He peers around meekly,
while he checks his knife set.
He draws a knife,
of wicked proportion.
And advances on the bed,
with obvious caution.
He sees her there,
lying silently still.
He knows how to do it,
but does he have the will?
Holding his knife,
in between fingers and palm.
Sweat on his brow,
but still remains calm.
He pierces what seems,...
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
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5 Comments
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