Submissions by Karrabear (Question)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry as a hobby and an emotional release. But I do really love it and hope to do something with my writing one day.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Oct 2011 3:32am
31st Oct 2011 3:32am
Rumors Feed Your Death
Rainy dreary clouds of tears,
screaming crying
a young boys fear.
He shot himself,
so I heard.
Killed himself without a word.
Life Goes On.
Ignorant kids,
life lives on,
whether he did or not.
Poking fun,
at a boy who made his mind,
a joke for Halloween night.
Yet family cries over his lost life...
The wheels keep spinning.
Sky scream today,
cry for his soul,
let him rest in peace.
But leave his life alone,
all those things we don't know.
October 27th,
some kid...
screaming crying
a young boys fear.
He shot himself,
so I heard.
Killed himself without a word.
Life Goes On.
Ignorant kids,
life lives on,
whether he did or not.
Poking fun,
at a boy who made his mind,
a joke for Halloween night.
Yet family cries over his lost life...
The wheels keep spinning.
Sky scream today,
cry for his soul,
let him rest in peace.
But leave his life alone,
all those things we don't know.
October 27th,
some kid...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2011 2:23am
21st Oct 2011 2:23am
Fall On Me (revised)
(thanks for the advice beautiful_accident, i hope i used it right though.)
It's descending down,
falling like a curtain,
black,
not red,
this is my stage.
In front of the world,
I act,
like it's not coming down.
not blocking my view,
not taking them away,
it doesn't mute out sound,
and lock me in a world of gray.
falling down,
closer everyday.
Suffocating,
agonizing,
tormenting.
feeling dead.
I'm the zombie,
a silent shadow along the wall.
my stage is dimming,
lights of many shining...
It's descending down,
falling like a curtain,
black,
not red,
this is my stage.
In front of the world,
I act,
like it's not coming down.
not blocking my view,
not taking them away,
it doesn't mute out sound,
and lock me in a world of gray.
falling down,
closer everyday.
Suffocating,
agonizing,
tormenting.
feeling dead.
I'm the zombie,
a silent shadow along the wall.
my stage is dimming,
lights of many shining...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2011 1:55am
17th Oct 2011 1:55am
Fall on Me
It's descending down,
falling like a curtain,
it's black,
not red,
and this is my stage.
In front of the world,
I act,
like it's not coming down.
It's not blocking my view,
it's not taking them away,
it doesn't mute out sound,
and lock me in a world of gray.
It's falling down,
closer everyday.
Suffocating,
agonizing,
tormenting.
feeling dead.
I'm the walking dead,
and my stage is dimming,
lights of many shining through,
and I can't even reach out.
Someone come for me,
someone save me....
falling like a curtain,
it's black,
not red,
and this is my stage.
In front of the world,
I act,
like it's not coming down.
It's not blocking my view,
it's not taking them away,
it doesn't mute out sound,
and lock me in a world of gray.
It's falling down,
closer everyday.
Suffocating,
agonizing,
tormenting.
feeling dead.
I'm the walking dead,
and my stage is dimming,
lights of many shining through,
and I can't even reach out.
Someone come for me,
someone save me....
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 2:16am
12th Oct 2011 2:16am
Mind Pain
I slash the knife across my wrist,
little drops of red tears.
If only I'd go down the road,
instead of across the street.
Then it'd end so quickly,
my tormented mind,
my weak little soul,
and my fragile self.
I draw the knife across my hand,
wrestling with life,
tempting my fate.
I draw the knife across my wrist.
Another tear to add.
Another pain drained away.
And still,
even more,
oh I want so much more.
To end it all,
a suicide.
Damn myself to hell.
Damn myself to eternity,
of pain and ripping,
where my...
little drops of red tears.
If only I'd go down the road,
instead of across the street.
Then it'd end so quickly,
my tormented mind,
my weak little soul,
and my fragile self.
I draw the knife across my hand,
wrestling with life,
tempting my fate.
I draw the knife across my wrist.
Another tear to add.
Another pain drained away.
And still,
even more,
oh I want so much more.
To end it all,
a suicide.
Damn myself to hell.
Damn myself to eternity,
of pain and ripping,
where my...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Oct 2011 3:49am
6th Oct 2011 3:49am
Can't Fly That Way
And so you linger at my door,
beckoning with a boney finger.
Come to me,
you're whispering.
Come to me.
And so I do.
Look down,
you say,
spine tingling call.
And so I do.
The ground is so very far away.
And there you are,
whispering ever on.
Don't you want to fly?
But I can't fly that way.
beckoning with a boney finger.
Come to me,
you're whispering.
Come to me.
And so I do.
Look down,
you say,
spine tingling call.
And so I do.
The ground is so very far away.
And there you are,
whispering ever on.
Don't you want to fly?
But I can't fly that way.
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Oct 2011 1:13am
6th Oct 2011 1:13am
My Casper
He's a little boy,
a little boy I know.
One I've never met,
before he called my name.
He's a little boy,
and the conversations we have!
He's a little boy,
a friend I love to have.
He's a little boy,
we chat and we play.
We never go outside,
we never leave my room.
Because he's a little boy,
who lives in my wall.
Because he's a little boy,
with a hole in his chest.
Dripping red like ketchup.
And he's a little boy,
no grown up can see,
he's a little boy,
my very special friend.
He's a little boy.
a little boy I know.
One I've never met,
before he called my name.
He's a little boy,
and the conversations we have!
He's a little boy,
a friend I love to have.
He's a little boy,
we chat and we play.
We never go outside,
we never leave my room.
Because he's a little boy,
who lives in my wall.
Because he's a little boy,
with a hole in his chest.
Dripping red like ketchup.
And he's a little boy,
no grown up can see,
he's a little boy,
my very special friend.
He's a little boy.
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2011 00:32am
4th Oct 2011 00:32am
Shadow
All that holds me down,
is a shadow clinging to my feet.
All that keeps me here,
is this bleeding hole grabbing me,
planting me,
following me,
in pitch black.
Reaching forever farther,
inching forever closer.
All that keeps me trapped on Earth.
Is another form of "me"
is a shadow clinging to my feet.
All that keeps me here,
is this bleeding hole grabbing me,
planting me,
following me,
in pitch black.
Reaching forever farther,
inching forever closer.
All that keeps me trapped on Earth.
Is another form of "me"
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2011 5:06am
3rd Oct 2011 5:06am
Daddy's Girl
I will always be your little girl,
always and forever,
I'm Daddy's little girl.
My first word was you,
my first feelings are being on top of the world;
safe upon your shoulders,
my favorite memories all have you.
Oh, I'm Daddy's little girl.
Still I wondered why.
Why do I live with mommy?
Why isn't daddy here?
Why is it we're so ignored?
For weeks, months, and then you're there.
Like a poof of magic.
Still I'm Daddy's little girl.
And then I got it.
What a child's mind could not.
You cheat, ...
always and forever,
I'm Daddy's little girl.
My first word was you,
my first feelings are being on top of the world;
safe upon your shoulders,
my favorite memories all have you.
Oh, I'm Daddy's little girl.
Still I wondered why.
Why do I live with mommy?
Why isn't daddy here?
Why is it we're so ignored?
For weeks, months, and then you're there.
Like a poof of magic.
Still I'm Daddy's little girl.
And then I got it.
What a child's mind could not.
You cheat, ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Sep 2011 11:49pm
23rd Sep 2011 11:49pm
Days
Day:Sept 23, 2011
I'm an observer, I like to watch. There's a boy in my class who slouches, his feet in front of him kicking the chair ahead and his head in his hands hiding his mouth, like his hiding something. There's a girl in my class who has some strange views but an outgoing personality. She's not to bad.
My friend say I would make a good psychiatrist, because I like to know what makes people tick. How they think But for a whole other reason, I'm not sure. So I can understand how I think.
It fun to know. How people react, how they conform, how they believe....
I'm an observer, I like to watch. There's a boy in my class who slouches, his feet in front of him kicking the chair ahead and his head in his hands hiding his mouth, like his hiding something. There's a girl in my class who has some strange views but an outgoing personality. She's not to bad.
My friend say I would make a good psychiatrist, because I like to know what makes people tick. How they think But for a whole other reason, I'm not sure. So I can understand how I think.
It fun to know. How people react, how they conform, how they believe....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 11:25pm
21st Sep 2011 11:25pm
Fall
The cold air
with fragrance of crisp fall.
Silently leaves drop,
creeping slowly across the ground.
Until life is gone.
Crumbled away, blown astray,
in the cool winds.
Leaving behind bare trees,
with hands stretched up,
reaching desperately for the next rays of sun.
Until the time of warmth has once again come.
with fragrance of crisp fall.
Silently leaves drop,
creeping slowly across the ground.
Until life is gone.
Crumbled away, blown astray,
in the cool winds.
Leaving behind bare trees,
with hands stretched up,
reaching desperately for the next rays of sun.
Until the time of warmth has once again come.
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 11:22pm
21st Sep 2011 11:22pm
Drop
Drop me.
Drop me like a bomb.
It's not worth the effort,
that no one cares for.
Not worth the stress,
building and raging.
Exhausting and deteriorating,
it may not be worth anything.
So drop me.
Yell.
Scold and scorn.
It's not worth it,
if that's how you feel.
Wasn't it ever enough to try?
To keep strong and go on?
Wasn't it enough!
To be acknowledged?
No. it's not worth the mess,
the mass of emotion,
I'm not sane enough.
A losing battle.
It's not enough,
It's not worth it.
Drop me like a bomb.
It's not worth the effort,
that no one cares for.
Not worth the stress,
building and raging.
Exhausting and deteriorating,
it may not be worth anything.
So drop me.
Yell.
Scold and scorn.
It's not worth it,
if that's how you feel.
Wasn't it ever enough to try?
To keep strong and go on?
Wasn't it enough!
To be acknowledged?
No. it's not worth the mess,
the mass of emotion,
I'm not sane enough.
A losing battle.
It's not enough,
It's not worth it.
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 00:44am
17th Sep 2011 00:44am
To Forget
I don't rage,
on the outside.
I don't hate.
on the outside.
I don't show,
everything inside.
Where I boil and burn,
screaming to the world,
crying,
seething,
hating.
Fire.
On the Inside.
Everything unseen,
burns within me.
Everything unheard,
screams to my brain.
And every heart wrenching thing,
all but rips out my heart.
On the Inside.
Then it's gone.
Pop!
Like a bubble.
How easy it is to forget.
How easy.
For the briefest of moments,
I'm a human torch of hate,
pain,...
on the outside.
I don't hate.
on the outside.
I don't show,
everything inside.
Where I boil and burn,
screaming to the world,
crying,
seething,
hating.
Fire.
On the Inside.
Everything unseen,
burns within me.
Everything unheard,
screams to my brain.
And every heart wrenching thing,
all but rips out my heart.
On the Inside.
Then it's gone.
Pop!
Like a bubble.
How easy it is to forget.
How easy.
For the briefest of moments,
I'm a human torch of hate,
pain,...
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