Submissions by KRIMxXxHRIM
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am beyond the point of total insanity, I'm not so sure how far, but I am now beyond it so I write poetry which I would hope reflects that.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 7:58pm
20th Jan 2013 7:58pm
my darling
I am a king, and your my queen
My darling, I love being seen
With you. Other girls dont compare,
When im with you it makes me dare
To say "im stronger than all."
You make me feel so tall
I can touch the sky and tear it down
When your away I fall to the ground.
I feel trapped by my wall,
You tear it apart and set me free.
Darling, I love you.
I can never say that enough.
My darling, I love being seen
With you. Other girls dont compare,
When im with you it makes me dare
To say "im stronger than all."
You make me feel so tall
I can touch the sky and tear it down
When your away I fall to the ground.
I feel trapped by my wall,
You tear it apart and set me free.
Darling, I love you.
I can never say that enough.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2012 11:00pm
12th Nov 2012 11:00pm
Blood
Blood. The object of power,
this liquid holds so much in it...
As it rushes through her veins hour after hour
I find myself more attracted to her by the minute
Blood. The taste of iron has never been so good,
Until I got it from her neck.
It can even cause an intense change in my mood
And if to much, can make me a wreck...
Blood. The object of desire,
all my senses enjoy it...
and she knows it turns the flames higher
and I am subject before it
Blood. How I enjoy a lack of coagulation,
to see it run down human flesh.
I...
this liquid holds so much in it...
As it rushes through her veins hour after hour
I find myself more attracted to her by the minute
Blood. The taste of iron has never been so good,
Until I got it from her neck.
It can even cause an intense change in my mood
And if to much, can make me a wreck...
Blood. The object of desire,
all my senses enjoy it...
and she knows it turns the flames higher
and I am subject before it
Blood. How I enjoy a lack of coagulation,
to see it run down human flesh.
I...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2012 10:46pm
12th Nov 2012 10:46pm
Who I happen to be
Manic-Depressive,
I can be apathetic or overly expressive
Schizoaffective,
I just happen to be a bit loony
but that doesn't mean someone doesn't need me
Schizotypal,
artistic and a great pal,
and I see things in only one gal
Borderline,
try not to cross the damn line
or I'll draw it in your face sometime
Psychoanalytic,
It's my job I wish
The Ritual Magician
I mean demonic invocation,
not stage exploitation!
This is who I happen to be,
this my loony reality
I can be apathetic or overly expressive
Schizoaffective,
I just happen to be a bit loony
but that doesn't mean someone doesn't need me
Schizotypal,
artistic and a great pal,
and I see things in only one gal
Borderline,
try not to cross the damn line
or I'll draw it in your face sometime
Psychoanalytic,
It's my job I wish
The Ritual Magician
I mean demonic invocation,
not stage exploitation!
This is who I happen to be,
this my loony reality
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 8:01pm
30th Apr 2012 8:01pm
Dying Alone
A blood-soaked sonnet, written from my hell
Tears hit the page never loved, I cannot
Never again to write, death I can tell
Will I survive the pain? No, not tonight…
The sky bleeds on me, only death I see
Raining as I die, nihilist to the end
This can never be a catastrophe
This is simply a random guy dying…
Like an orphan left to die all alone
As I bleed out in constant retrospect
Silent, I say nothing is carved in stone
So as I die, I try to introspect…
Do not remember the kid writing this
For in death, he finally can reach...
Tears hit the page never loved, I cannot
Never again to write, death I can tell
Will I survive the pain? No, not tonight…
The sky bleeds on me, only death I see
Raining as I die, nihilist to the end
This can never be a catastrophe
This is simply a random guy dying…
Like an orphan left to die all alone
As I bleed out in constant retrospect
Silent, I say nothing is carved in stone
So as I die, I try to introspect…
Do not remember the kid writing this
For in death, he finally can reach...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2012 4:47am
14th Apr 2012 4:47am
Explaining Me (Part 1)
Increasing my pain threshold,
experiments keep my soul on hold,
I read like a story never told...
Like a red hot razor blade,
I burn and slice all you have made,
never ever love this demonic weather,
what would you possibly protect, sir?
I wanted to know just so I could tell you what I would do,
I would rip asunder all that could be dear to you!
You stay up late reading stuff meant to nurture,
I stay up late studying the philosophy of torture.
It's no surprise you fools think I'm insane,
...
experiments keep my soul on hold,
I read like a story never told...
Like a red hot razor blade,
I burn and slice all you have made,
never ever love this demonic weather,
what would you possibly protect, sir?
I wanted to know just so I could tell you what I would do,
I would rip asunder all that could be dear to you!
You stay up late reading stuff meant to nurture,
I stay up late studying the philosophy of torture.
It's no surprise you fools think I'm insane,
...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 1:59am
6th Apr 2012 1:59am
The wanderer VS my mind
Hello, didja miss me??
I am the Solipsist.
I am the man in the mirror.
I watch the world burn around you,
and I sit back and laugh.
I am the hate inside.
I am the demon behind your eyes.
I wander the land, killing all I see.
If only it was not imaginary.
Only I have a mind, only I exist!
For I am a Solipsist.
Shut up wanderer!
I want you outta my head!
I am the one who sees the dead!
I am a Nihilist, I don't follow your faith!
or concept, whatever you take.
For the whole world I create,
that's why I write poems!
so I...
I am the Solipsist.
I am the man in the mirror.
I watch the world burn around you,
and I sit back and laugh.
I am the hate inside.
I am the demon behind your eyes.
I wander the land, killing all I see.
If only it was not imaginary.
Only I have a mind, only I exist!
For I am a Solipsist.
Shut up wanderer!
I want you outta my head!
I am the one who sees the dead!
I am a Nihilist, I don't follow your faith!
or concept, whatever you take.
For the whole world I create,
that's why I write poems!
so I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Apr 2012 1:16am
6th Apr 2012 1:16am
Her
I could end it all with a 13-knot hangman's noose.
But when I tie it I find I love my life too much.
When I walk into a room I think of ways I could be killed,
But in the end, I see her eyes too much.
I would end it all but for you,
The only one that see things the way I do.
I want you to be mine,
but He stands on the borderline.
According to philosophy my suicide is irrational,
now this I know, is more than factual.
But Fuck the facts, I will follow my heart!
So I sit here composing poems like...
But when I tie it I find I love my life too much.
When I walk into a room I think of ways I could be killed,
But in the end, I see her eyes too much.
I would end it all but for you,
The only one that see things the way I do.
I want you to be mine,
but He stands on the borderline.
According to philosophy my suicide is irrational,
now this I know, is more than factual.
But Fuck the facts, I will follow my heart!
So I sit here composing poems like...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2012 5:38am
30th Mar 2012 5:38am
Tha Crazy Solipsist
Dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I think I'm goin Crazy here!
When I can't stop wonderin,
why I've got a mind,
that makes me wonder if I am blind.
I perceive sight as a kaleidoscope!
Me thinks I'm a bit outta sync,
when I go outside to stand still and contemplate how ta blink!
When you jump backwards down stairs with scissors,
Then you may talk ta me about being mental...
I don't care what you might think,
cause I am a follower of Solipsism!
Do ya know wat that means?
It means...
I think I'm goin Crazy here!
When I can't stop wonderin,
why I've got a mind,
that makes me wonder if I am blind.
I perceive sight as a kaleidoscope!
Me thinks I'm a bit outta sync,
when I go outside to stand still and contemplate how ta blink!
When you jump backwards down stairs with scissors,
Then you may talk ta me about being mental...
I don't care what you might think,
cause I am a follower of Solipsism!
Do ya know wat that means?
It means...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2012 10:54pm
22nd Mar 2012 10:54pm
The soldier
Marching to war,
The real world is my home no more,
only my AK speaks to me,
I'll blow your brains out don't you see?
A bottle of vodka to ease the pain,
I'm Russian, I make all hell rain!
In bullets that is, cause I'm a soldier!
In no man's land,
my best friend got shot,
not part of the plan!
I rushed to his side,
to everything else I was blind.
A German soldier jumped in my path,
Like a damn tiger, I ripped him in half!
My friend cried out, said he was hurt bad.
He was still alive, I was glad!
He was losing blood,...
The real world is my home no more,
only my AK speaks to me,
I'll blow your brains out don't you see?
A bottle of vodka to ease the pain,
I'm Russian, I make all hell rain!
In bullets that is, cause I'm a soldier!
In no man's land,
my best friend got shot,
not part of the plan!
I rushed to his side,
to everything else I was blind.
A German soldier jumped in my path,
Like a damn tiger, I ripped him in half!
My friend cried out, said he was hurt bad.
He was still alive, I was glad!
He was losing blood,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 11:37pm
1st Mar 2012 11:37pm
When I started......
When I started black magick I was an ignorant child,
I proclaimed "I shall curse those not wild!"
I wanted to hurl panic lightning from my palms,
Panic lightning?! Have you had alfalfa ice-cream?
I shoot down boats and sink planes,
I tear down peoples middle names!
You wonder who I am,
I wonder if I can? Blue clouds and white skies,
I hate your aqua red eyes! Like a time bomb,
I'm ready to open a can of calm.
Or am I? " Hey sir, guy, random dude with the eye? Why are you here, to die?"
The flames of death hurl through my veins,...
I proclaimed "I shall curse those not wild!"
I wanted to hurl panic lightning from my palms,
Panic lightning?! Have you had alfalfa ice-cream?
I shoot down boats and sink planes,
I tear down peoples middle names!
You wonder who I am,
I wonder if I can? Blue clouds and white skies,
I hate your aqua red eyes! Like a time bomb,
I'm ready to open a can of calm.
Or am I? " Hey sir, guy, random dude with the eye? Why are you here, to die?"
The flames of death hurl through my veins,...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 5:07pm
13th Feb 2012 5:07pm
the wanderer
He stares blankly at the wall,
the world around him begins to fall.
The man he once was is shattered,
Like a mirror puched out.
He knows it is time to leave.
As the tumbleweed rolls along,
so does he move city to city.
He knows he must be strong,
for his life is empty.
the world around him begins to fall.
The man he once was is shattered,
Like a mirror puched out.
He knows it is time to leave.
As the tumbleweed rolls along,
so does he move city to city.
He knows he must be strong,
for his life is empty.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 2:35am
13th Feb 2012 2:35am
I wonder
I wonder every night,
Is there a higher purpose?
It's like auric sight,
what happens when we die?
I wonder why I exist,
daily introspection sessions,
will I ever get past this?
Well I guess that's my life lesson.
I wonder how it all came to be,
Think, for example, about telekinesis.
We move things so simply!
Sometimes I guess I think to much.
I wonder about the natural vibration.
I'm like a seed starting to grow,
This makes me question how I know what I know?
Thus I sit in daily contemplation.
Is there a higher purpose?
It's like auric sight,
what happens when we die?
I wonder why I exist,
daily introspection sessions,
will I ever get past this?
Well I guess that's my life lesson.
I wonder how it all came to be,
Think, for example, about telekinesis.
We move things so simply!
Sometimes I guess I think to much.
I wonder about the natural vibration.
I'm like a seed starting to grow,
This makes me question how I know what I know?
Thus I sit in daily contemplation.
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