Submissions by LibraSoul96
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a perfectionist trapped in an imperfect world.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 6:58pm
2nd Sep 2015 6:58pm
Ego Maniac
I'm an ego maniac, driving in my pontiac.
Whip so mean make motherfuckers want to cause a scene.
Want to copyright my swag it can never be duplicated.
I copyright my shit so it can never be recreated.
Ego to big it can never be held down.
So, bow down to the queen with the flashy crown.
Bow down to the lyricist with the mad dope poetry.
Bow down to the girl whose words speak to u like Floetry.
Bow down to my ancestors who planted seeds on this earth.
Bow down to the little ghetto girl who knows her worth.
When I walk in a room...
Whip so mean make motherfuckers want to cause a scene.
Want to copyright my swag it can never be duplicated.
I copyright my shit so it can never be recreated.
Ego to big it can never be held down.
So, bow down to the queen with the flashy crown.
Bow down to the lyricist with the mad dope poetry.
Bow down to the girl whose words speak to u like Floetry.
Bow down to my ancestors who planted seeds on this earth.
Bow down to the little ghetto girl who knows her worth.
When I walk in a room...
#rap
1027 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2015 9:19pm
25th Jul 2015 9:19pm
Lost Angeles
Oh how the city of cast out souls and Unforbidden dreams grabs me into her hypnotic clutches.
An angel by design, but a lost demon in the soul she entices me to go for the fame and limelight.
She tells me to let her rebuild my entire persona and build a facade based off taking my career to a new international height.
She blinds me with reflections of a plastic surgeon's flaw ridden touches.
She bathes me in the unforgetten souls of fallen Hollywood starlets.
Molding me to let the paparazzi defame my character and leave my morals at the gateway.
Only to let the...
An angel by design, but a lost demon in the soul she entices me to go for the fame and limelight.
She tells me to let her rebuild my entire persona and build a facade based off taking my career to a new international height.
She blinds me with reflections of a plastic surgeon's flaw ridden touches.
She bathes me in the unforgetten souls of fallen Hollywood starlets.
Molding me to let the paparazzi defame my character and leave my morals at the gateway.
Only to let the...
971 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 00:10am
23rd Jul 2015 00:10am
Jezebell
She invites herself into every man's home wearing red lipstick and a thong.
Letting every man's sinful hands stroke her long.
Long enough to inflict the poison of sin and adultery into their veins.
Long enough to drive their hormones insane.
She gasps in awe as she met the man that can love her in bondage.
The man that can lay into her like an uncontrollable savage.
She lets this man caress her soft nipples long enough for him to feel a ripple in his hands.
She could've help, but scream in ectasy as the man...
Letting every man's sinful hands stroke her long.
Long enough to inflict the poison of sin and adultery into their veins.
Long enough to drive their hormones insane.
She gasps in awe as she met the man that can love her in bondage.
The man that can lay into her like an uncontrollable savage.
She lets this man caress her soft nipples long enough for him to feel a ripple in his hands.
She could've help, but scream in ectasy as the man...
#lust
1063 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2015 9:31pm
6th Jul 2015 9:31pm
Beautiful Nightmare
Chains tied to my body laced up to this rusty bed.
Stuck in the fantasies of a disturbed man.
His hands slightly caressing my locks.
Then feeling my soft skin.
Scared to even scream because of fear of him taking my breath away with his cold hands.
Afraid to even cringe in the likes of a monster.
Afraid that if I even try to escape from his Maze of a place that, that knife would Pierce me to my final resting place.
But I stared into his cold eyes and began to have solace for him.
The man with no soul. ...
Stuck in the fantasies of a disturbed man.
His hands slightly caressing my locks.
Then feeling my soft skin.
Scared to even scream because of fear of him taking my breath away with his cold hands.
Afraid to even cringe in the likes of a monster.
Afraid that if I even try to escape from his Maze of a place that, that knife would Pierce me to my final resting place.
But I stared into his cold eyes and began to have solace for him.
The man with no soul. ...
#love
#lust
#crush
1320 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 10:33pm
4th Jul 2015 10:33pm
Glass Hell
Take those broken shards of glass and shove them down my throat.
Let them slice every vein so deeply in my heart blood oozing internally inside me.
Letting my scorned soul escape from my dungeon of a body.
Where skull heads and demons blend into my dark abyss.
Where the sweet smell of decomposing corspes sweeps the air.
Where body bags and broken dreams are all apart of the reaper's scheme.
Where ghouls and goblins prey on unsuspecting souls to be new hosts to their bodies.
Where the only way out is to offer...
Let them slice every vein so deeply in my heart blood oozing internally inside me.
Letting my scorned soul escape from my dungeon of a body.
Where skull heads and demons blend into my dark abyss.
Where the sweet smell of decomposing corspes sweeps the air.
Where body bags and broken dreams are all apart of the reaper's scheme.
Where ghouls and goblins prey on unsuspecting souls to be new hosts to their bodies.
Where the only way out is to offer...
1007 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2015 5:01pm
3rd Jul 2015 5:01pm
I'm, The
I'm the truth without the lies.
The C.I.A without the spies.
The earth without capitivity.
The future without the past.
The show without the cast.
The beginning without an ending.
The video without the buffering.
I'm the hero without a villain.
The murderer without a killing.
The crack without cocaine.
The mind without a brain.
The track without the runner.
The rain without the thunder.
The eye without a vision.
The text without...
The C.I.A without the spies.
The earth without capitivity.
The future without the past.
The show without the cast.
The beginning without an ending.
The video without the buffering.
I'm the hero without a villain.
The murderer without a killing.
The crack without cocaine.
The mind without a brain.
The track without the runner.
The rain without the thunder.
The eye without a vision.
The text without...
962 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jul 2015 9:04pm
1st Jul 2015 9:04pm
Colors X
Black is the vivid picture I paint of life.
Red is the blood I shed through every slit.
Purple is what I turn when I
suffocate myself in sorrow.
Blue is the water I pretend to drown myself in.
Gray is my grave where I will lay peacefully.
Yellow is the sun that burns through my skin with its death defying rays.
Brown is the hand I use to strangle myself tightly with.
Green is how lucky I get to have thoughts of death.
White is what I turn when I feel every scar of hatred.
...
Red is the blood I shed through every slit.
Purple is what I turn when I
suffocate myself in sorrow.
Blue is the water I pretend to drown myself in.
Gray is my grave where I will lay peacefully.
Yellow is the sun that burns through my skin with its death defying rays.
Brown is the hand I use to strangle myself tightly with.
Green is how lucky I get to have thoughts of death.
White is what I turn when I feel every scar of hatred.
...
#depression
#dark
1258 reads
7 Comments
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