Submissions by Kiddiegrinder (Mike J)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a guy who loves books and poetry and maybe a little bit of human skin caught in my teeth😜
DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2019 6:50pm
11th Nov 2019 6:50pm
2nd place.
She can't get it together, so they got back together. Let the heartache begin. I'm waiting for the sobs to to spill from the other line.
Of course we only last a couple of months before I'm in my room planing and plotting. I'm ready to put a end to this game.
She can't hear me pulling up, her car all alone in the driveway like me in bed when I wake up, Hoping she won't wake up as I Jimmy the lock and slip inside.
In the living room making my way to the kitchen. Knife in hand a picture of us in the other. Shred it as I shed my clothes and creep to her room. ...
Of course we only last a couple of months before I'm in my room planing and plotting. I'm ready to put a end to this game.
She can't hear me pulling up, her car all alone in the driveway like me in bed when I wake up, Hoping she won't wake up as I Jimmy the lock and slip inside.
In the living room making my way to the kitchen. Knife in hand a picture of us in the other. Shred it as I shed my clothes and creep to her room. ...
#love
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2019 6:09pm
11th Nov 2019 6:09pm
So long scum.
I want the sun to die.
I want this day to come to a bitter end.
I want to drown in a river of blood and piss.
I want to kill you all.
The sun is too bright.
The days are too long.
The blood is to foul, the piss too fresh.
Your all bad Apple's.
This is the end.
This is my way out.
This is the storm cloud long forgotten.
This is good bye.
Your all fucked.
I want this day to come to a bitter end.
I want to drown in a river of blood and piss.
I want to kill you all.
The sun is too bright.
The days are too long.
The blood is to foul, the piss too fresh.
Your all bad Apple's.
This is the end.
This is my way out.
This is the storm cloud long forgotten.
This is good bye.
Your all fucked.
#dark
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 6:29pm
6th Nov 2019 6:29pm
Love found in the arms of death.
Safe in the arms of death she's the only one who ever stays at my side. Gun on the dresser pointed at the bed just as a reminder.
Grave stone face and hour glass hips sending texts to my friends that their time was up. Blood red lips and bony little fingers raking down my back.
This is the final affair I Will ever have.
Grave stone face and hour glass hips sending texts to my friends that their time was up. Blood red lips and bony little fingers raking down my back.
This is the final affair I Will ever have.
#love
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2019 7:14pm
4th Nov 2019 7:14pm
Dinner time.
Serving up a hefty plate of bullshit with a smile spread across that pimple filled face.
Maybe I'm the virus playing a human, Asking for cuddles and chicken noodle and crying when my friends walk away.
I tried to be the guy you see in those boybands, you know the one in the back of the group who isn't a dick. Brown curly hair and big eyes like a fucking anime protagonist looking to save the world.
Big bad boss man grabbing a handful of my mane whenever I zone out or close my eyes pretending I'm still in bed. Stay up till five and still fooling myself I can...
Maybe I'm the virus playing a human, Asking for cuddles and chicken noodle and crying when my friends walk away.
I tried to be the guy you see in those boybands, you know the one in the back of the group who isn't a dick. Brown curly hair and big eyes like a fucking anime protagonist looking to save the world.
Big bad boss man grabbing a handful of my mane whenever I zone out or close my eyes pretending I'm still in bed. Stay up till five and still fooling myself I can...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2019 4:51pm
21st Oct 2019 4:51pm
Alice's never ending tour through the mouth of madness.
Seeing without eyes, tasting the blood in her dreams. I watched through the fog of her subconscious. Falling through the rabbit hole with a glass shattering scream.
Alice can't see the the creature approaching with gag in hand. Silenced for the joy of the masses above. Hatter yells the price and she finds a home.
Sold off to the queen and toyed with day and night. Jokers in the arms and legs and death by a thousand king card cuts will bring her back around again.
Wake up, wake up Alice. Break the spell of sleep and open your eyes. Welcome back to the mouth...
Alice can't see the the creature approaching with gag in hand. Silenced for the joy of the masses above. Hatter yells the price and she finds a home.
Sold off to the queen and toyed with day and night. Jokers in the arms and legs and death by a thousand king card cuts will bring her back around again.
Wake up, wake up Alice. Break the spell of sleep and open your eyes. Welcome back to the mouth...
#death
#nightmares
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2019 4:24pm
21st Oct 2019 4:24pm
Killer of sorrows.
The clock keeps ticking and the days keep rolling without any Landmarks to look to.
It's a never ending cycle of worry and desperate need for isolation from the noise. Then you come around and silence everything.
The answers became clear and I shoot forward into tomorrow with more drive than the day before. The gold ring I wear is a promise to you that can't be broken.
That house in the distance, yard for our children and dog to keep it all safe, is within reach. Your my shining star even if you don't think you shine.
My wife, my friend and...
It's a never ending cycle of worry and desperate need for isolation from the noise. Then you come around and silence everything.
The answers became clear and I shoot forward into tomorrow with more drive than the day before. The gold ring I wear is a promise to you that can't be broken.
That house in the distance, yard for our children and dog to keep it all safe, is within reach. Your my shining star even if you don't think you shine.
My wife, my friend and...
#love
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2019 4:06pm
18th Oct 2019 4:06pm
Eyes nailed shut.
The baby has been silenced for good.
Your queen fell passing her in your game of "House".
The cards never held any ace's or King's.
You gamble to fuel your high only to lose every time.
Put the gun back in the glove box,your too much of a coward to pull the trigger anyway.
Your delusions have already sent you to an early grave, just admit your dead.
Take a look in the mirror and you'll find a husk looking back.
This is your rebirth and yet you choose to rot away as you are.
Fall back into the coffin and...
Your queen fell passing her in your game of "House".
The cards never held any ace's or King's.
You gamble to fuel your high only to lose every time.
Put the gun back in the glove box,your too much of a coward to pull the trigger anyway.
Your delusions have already sent you to an early grave, just admit your dead.
Take a look in the mirror and you'll find a husk looking back.
This is your rebirth and yet you choose to rot away as you are.
Fall back into the coffin and...
#SelfDiscovery
#hurt
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2019 3:53pm
18th Oct 2019 3:53pm
The big bang.
Shelter.
Security, fear of creeping depravity. As the sky burns above,screams traveling by wind. Crumbling concrete jungle of our making.
Below, the safe haven. Those who fail to reach it melt away. Final solution to ever lasting conflict.
This is the end of days,brought at our door step in a matter of seconds.one press of a button killing so many.
Our pitiful existence will not end as easily as some wish. Madness and war breaking out in the most of our very fight to survive.
How will you bury your dead in a concrete Tomb?
No...
Security, fear of creeping depravity. As the sky burns above,screams traveling by wind. Crumbling concrete jungle of our making.
Below, the safe haven. Those who fail to reach it melt away. Final solution to ever lasting conflict.
This is the end of days,brought at our door step in a matter of seconds.one press of a button killing so many.
Our pitiful existence will not end as easily as some wish. Madness and war breaking out in the most of our very fight to survive.
How will you bury your dead in a concrete Tomb?
No...
#war
#apocalypse
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2019 4:18am
18th Oct 2019 4:18am
Fiend between the hours of 6am and 8pm
#murder
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2019 2:49pm
14th Oct 2019 2:49pm
I have the Body of a pig.
The flies pestering as flesh is opened and healed time and time again.The space around me gets tighter as I fight for breath.
Foul flesh thrown st my feet with a side of profanity. Poking and piercing my crumbling body whenever they wish. The filth is befitting of rats tossed into the sewer below.
Light only comes in dreams,an angel that will never come before me. So I pray for nightfall every waking hour.
I beg and scream for my life to be ended but my pleas are only met with beatings and laughter. This is something beyond the realm of hell itself.
...
Foul flesh thrown st my feet with a side of profanity. Poking and piercing my crumbling body whenever they wish. The filth is befitting of rats tossed into the sewer below.
Light only comes in dreams,an angel that will never come before me. So I pray for nightfall every waking hour.
I beg and scream for my life to be ended but my pleas are only met with beatings and laughter. This is something beyond the realm of hell itself.
...
#dark
#despair
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2019 2:20pm
14th Oct 2019 2:20pm
You all will be the end of us.
Secrets hidden behind the eyes of the uncaring gods of a vast universe.
Scripture brought into the world by fools,dooming us all. Knowledge of what was never meant to be known.
What could you have possibly wanted?
Contact with the cold "gods" of the deep or opening a portal to the dreamlands?
Madness if nothing else.
Surely we have been on the brink of waking the great sleeper often enough. I shall not hear of your grand delusions a second more.
Go to your grave alone.
Scripture brought into the world by fools,dooming us all. Knowledge of what was never meant to be known.
What could you have possibly wanted?
Contact with the cold "gods" of the deep or opening a portal to the dreamlands?
Madness if nothing else.
Surely we have been on the brink of waking the great sleeper often enough. I shall not hear of your grand delusions a second more.
Go to your grave alone.
#evil
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2019 6:37pm
12th Oct 2019 6:37pm
What one can expect to find below.
In blood they pray and wail for salvation before being devoured by those who can't hear them.
Souls of the fallen crowd to stay warm in this freezing wasteland.The frostbitten dead are eaten in hopes of retaining strength.
Further below, they wish to know What llies above. They long for music,for good and drink. Most of all they long for awareness.
So do those trapped in their flesh. Only able to open and search with their bloodshot eyes.Never allowed to rest out a deafening fear that can not be known to anyone but them.
Here light and...
Souls of the fallen crowd to stay warm in this freezing wasteland.The frostbitten dead are eaten in hopes of retaining strength.
Further below, they wish to know What llies above. They long for music,for good and drink. Most of all they long for awareness.
So do those trapped in their flesh. Only able to open and search with their bloodshot eyes.Never allowed to rest out a deafening fear that can not be known to anyone but them.
Here light and...
#dark
#death
#hell
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