Submissions by John_Smith (SeansMind1994)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sitting in this room playing Russian Ru let Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet out from the window see her back drop silhouette This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget Not good enough for truth or cliche by escape the fate
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 7:32pm
5th Mar 2012 7:32pm
Life with-out love
Sow me up
Cut me down
I dont want to be around
I just want to be in this ground
Take me away from this bound
A life is just for two
but this life is just so blue
There is only just a few
That know how blue
Cut me down
I dont want to be around
I just want to be in this ground
Take me away from this bound
A life is just for two
but this life is just so blue
There is only just a few
That know how blue
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 7:55pm
22nd Feb 2012 7:55pm
Alone
Have you ever been booted in when you should of been a shoo in?
Have you ever been hated when you were a reject when you expected?
Have you ever felt left out when they just give you abuse?
Why deel with the abuse?
When all they need is a fucking excuse!
Every one i need a friend ive been left out and im at the end!
Im on the outs trying for the ins!
Have you ever been hated when you were a reject when you expected?
Have you ever felt left out when they just give you abuse?
Why deel with the abuse?
When all they need is a fucking excuse!
Every one i need a friend ive been left out and im at the end!
Im on the outs trying for the ins!
840 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Feb 2012 2:52pm
8th Feb 2012 2:52pm
Passing on
Passing on By:
A silver arrow enters into my chest.
A thick liquid fills my lungs.
Rain hits my body lightly.
I feel cold.
I look up.
All I see is darkness.
I try to breath.
My lungs are still filled with a thick liquid.
I look up again.
There s a little speck of light.
I try to pull out my arm.
My limbs are stunned.
The light gets bigger.
There is some sort of heat warming up my body.
I try to breathe again.
I get air but not much.
The light gets bigger.
I can see a figure from above.
I try to reach it with my arms....
A silver arrow enters into my chest.
A thick liquid fills my lungs.
Rain hits my body lightly.
I feel cold.
I look up.
All I see is darkness.
I try to breath.
My lungs are still filled with a thick liquid.
I look up again.
There s a little speck of light.
I try to pull out my arm.
My limbs are stunned.
The light gets bigger.
There is some sort of heat warming up my body.
I try to breathe again.
I get air but not much.
The light gets bigger.
I can see a figure from above.
I try to reach it with my arms....
702 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Feb 2012 7:32pm
7th Feb 2012 7:32pm
The Boy
The Boy
A little boy was alone scared unknowing.
A man in a car moving curious and nerves.
The little boy looks at the car as it slows down.
A door opens and the boy runs to the car.
As the car drives off a man in the car asks. Where are you going?
The boy says. I don’t know….
The man looked at the rear view mirror and saw a grim shadow over him.
The man says. What is your name?
The boy replies again with an I don’t know.
At this point the man looks a little bit nerves and asked. Are you okay?
Once again the Boy says I don’t know.
The Man than...
A little boy was alone scared unknowing.
A man in a car moving curious and nerves.
The little boy looks at the car as it slows down.
A door opens and the boy runs to the car.
As the car drives off a man in the car asks. Where are you going?
The boy says. I don’t know….
The man looked at the rear view mirror and saw a grim shadow over him.
The man says. What is your name?
The boy replies again with an I don’t know.
At this point the man looks a little bit nerves and asked. Are you okay?
Once again the Boy says I don’t know.
The Man than...
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3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 2:52pm
3rd Feb 2012 2:52pm
Giving up
Giving up
Doesent always
mean you are
weak.
Sometimes
it just
means you are
strong enough to
let go.
Doesent always
mean you are
weak.
Sometimes
it just
means you are
strong enough to
let go.
751 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 8:25pm
27th Jan 2012 8:25pm
Pain
Pain
Pain pain Go away ill slit
my throat some other day.
Leave me alone
and do not stay.
I can feel pain another day.
Pain pain Go away ill slit
my throat some other day.
Leave me alone
and do not stay.
I can feel pain another day.
709 reads
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DU Poetry : Submissions by John_Smith (SeansMind1994)
