Submissions by Judojugs (Anthony Dicaprio)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello; I am a young poet from Wichita Kansas. I write about depression for the most part. Like every writer ever. You should probably skip me and move on to somebody else.
DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2015 5:20am
26th Feb 2015 5:20am
My interview with the marionette
I'm wasting way too much time?
Go tell the puppet
I'll spend my whole life,
to know why I believe,
my soul has abandoned me
Go tell the puppet
This isn't my life by design
it's the marionette casting more strings
this vice choke he has around my neck,
so firm, strong... make me feel helpless
Go tell the puppet
Is this where my thoughts reach out?
I can't decide if my head is spinning
it's eating me inside
Go tell the puppet
Dammit I will not be afraid
to close the door on who made me so sure,
I'm a slave...
Go tell the puppet
I'll spend my whole life,
to know why I believe,
my soul has abandoned me
Go tell the puppet
This isn't my life by design
it's the marionette casting more strings
this vice choke he has around my neck,
so firm, strong... make me feel helpless
Go tell the puppet
Is this where my thoughts reach out?
I can't decide if my head is spinning
it's eating me inside
Go tell the puppet
Dammit I will not be afraid
to close the door on who made me so sure,
I'm a slave...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 3:44am
11th Feb 2015 3:44am
I need it, let me have it
Tie me up
let me focus on my sour luck
born in a home to be a slave
I'm being constantly torn
being beaten down by the knave
mental discomfort driving me
I need it, Please just let me get it
The blade looks so sweet
I need to burn
Maybe then they will learn
I'm not a renewable resource
I'm not made of rubber
I need it, please just let me get it
The blade is so shiny and neat
I need some comfort
I need the company
sorrow blinds me
words come without defect
they fire me blindly,
It doesn't have the same...
let me focus on my sour luck
born in a home to be a slave
I'm being constantly torn
being beaten down by the knave
mental discomfort driving me
I need it, Please just let me get it
The blade looks so sweet
I need to burn
Maybe then they will learn
I'm not a renewable resource
I'm not made of rubber
I need it, please just let me get it
The blade is so shiny and neat
I need some comfort
I need the company
sorrow blinds me
words come without defect
they fire me blindly,
It doesn't have the same...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2015 5:33am
7th Feb 2015 5:33am
The disease (I am)
Highlights,
Having hurt
is better than having healed
Can't feel my chest
perhaps that it is best
Wasn't it just a harmless jest?
Fear,
It pulls me closer to her
Joy,
It takes away my sanity
makes me weaker
hides my fear
My tears are meaningless,
I'm just a disease
that stains her lips tonight
I want it so bad, but
I'm just a disease
that is in her life
The greater the dosage,
The harder it is
I can't let go
A disease without a cure
I'm great in small doses,
the...
Having hurt
is better than having healed
Can't feel my chest
perhaps that it is best
Wasn't it just a harmless jest?
Fear,
It pulls me closer to her
Joy,
It takes away my sanity
makes me weaker
hides my fear
My tears are meaningless,
I'm just a disease
that stains her lips tonight
I want it so bad, but
I'm just a disease
that is in her life
The greater the dosage,
The harder it is
I can't let go
A disease without a cure
I'm great in small doses,
the...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2015 5:01am
6th Feb 2015 5:01am
7 days inside
Gave in again
Closed off
Weak hands are calling,
Telling me to bite the chain
Two days inside
I'm seeing red again
Can't keep refusing me rights
Three days inside
Like a leach
you cling onto,
my fears
now spread that disease
Four days inside
I won't change the bandages
I like to itch my scars
Five days inside
You act like,
I'm your precious pure dream
I hate to admit
I'm a hideous nightmare
Six days inside
Bleed this pen until I rupture
Tell me I'm demented
Let me show you,...
Closed off
Weak hands are calling,
Telling me to bite the chain
Two days inside
I'm seeing red again
Can't keep refusing me rights
Three days inside
Like a leach
you cling onto,
my fears
now spread that disease
Four days inside
I won't change the bandages
I like to itch my scars
Five days inside
You act like,
I'm your precious pure dream
I hate to admit
I'm a hideous nightmare
Six days inside
Bleed this pen until I rupture
Tell me I'm demented
Let me show you,...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 5:48am
4th Feb 2015 5:48am
Trading my Guilt for Greed
Guilt reflects,
It loosens my grip,
Oh if only just a bit
If it's no one's fault
Who am I to blame?
If there's no one to fall
How will they maim?
The pen was my crusader,
I thought it my savior
My pen snapped,
Pretty red ink
They wished I had pressed harder,
Wished I weren't smarter,
Prayed for the death of the martyr
I felt her eyes washing over me,
My pen fell from my grasp for the first time
Why am I unable to treat myself,
In the way they treat me?
Guilt reflects,
Loosened...
It loosens my grip,
Oh if only just a bit
If it's no one's fault
Who am I to blame?
If there's no one to fall
How will they maim?
The pen was my crusader,
I thought it my savior
My pen snapped,
Pretty red ink
They wished I had pressed harder,
Wished I weren't smarter,
Prayed for the death of the martyr
I felt her eyes washing over me,
My pen fell from my grasp for the first time
Why am I unable to treat myself,
In the way they treat me?
Guilt reflects,
Loosened...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 5:38am
4th Feb 2015 5:38am
Should I Stand (Before You)
When this ends, will it only be me?
Is freedom my reward or my casualty?
Are you saying love,
Or are you saying nothing?
It sounds so easy,
Who am I pleasing?
You can imagine
I cant go through this again
When there is no love to spare
Who will be there to care?
Should i stand before, sooner, later?
or is being beside you too hefty a task
This was a healthy slip
Is freedom my reward or my casualty?
Are you saying love,
Or are you saying nothing?
It sounds so easy,
Who am I pleasing?
You can imagine
I cant go through this again
When there is no love to spare
Who will be there to care?
Should i stand before, sooner, later?
or is being beside you too hefty a task
This was a healthy slip
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