Submissions by Lifeless_Loveless (Chrisella Payne)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. Its the transition thats troulblesome." And I guess I'll be the one to write about it...
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2012 2:28am
18th Mar 2012 2:28am
Love...?
I dont love you any less
Than I did before...
You deserve best
But my love grows more and more...
Im not perfect for you
You are for me
My love is a dew
Cant you see?
Without you...
There is no me...
You have no clue...
Dont you agree...?
Than I did before...
You deserve best
But my love grows more and more...
Im not perfect for you
You are for me
My love is a dew
Cant you see?
Without you...
There is no me...
You have no clue...
Dont you agree...?
818 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2011 2:07pm
30th Jun 2011 2:07pm
Hidden Herself
Behind the makeup,
Behind the smile;
Is someone with a bleeding heart,
And doesn't think she's worthwhile;
She keeps it all inside,
Trying to make it all hide;
From everyone in the world,
Even herself at some point in time;
She crams it all in,
Until one day its too much;
Now she becomes hidden,
Behind the world and her problems n' such;
But they keep building up,
She is going to explode;
And she knows it too,
She just waits for the right moment to blow;
Behind the smile;
Is someone with a bleeding heart,
And doesn't think she's worthwhile;
She keeps it all inside,
Trying to make it all hide;
From everyone in the world,
Even herself at some point in time;
She crams it all in,
Until one day its too much;
Now she becomes hidden,
Behind the world and her problems n' such;
But they keep building up,
She is going to explode;
And she knows it too,
She just waits for the right moment to blow;
825 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2011 6:53pm
28th Jun 2011 6:53pm
Fading Ragdoll
All i do is get thrown around...
I get switched owners,
Moved to new views;
And I am sick and tired of it,
I want my blood to ooz;
I get treated like Im nothing...
Maybe I am nothing,
Im starting to believe it;
I may just start to fade away,
Into nothing...which isnt a big difference;
I get forcefully dragged...
I move to one place to another,
With different people each time;
They grab my arm,
And I get in line;
Maybe Im just a personal slave...
The only way to get affection,
Is to do...
I get switched owners,
Moved to new views;
And I am sick and tired of it,
I want my blood to ooz;
I get treated like Im nothing...
Maybe I am nothing,
Im starting to believe it;
I may just start to fade away,
Into nothing...which isnt a big difference;
I get forcefully dragged...
I move to one place to another,
With different people each time;
They grab my arm,
And I get in line;
Maybe Im just a personal slave...
The only way to get affection,
Is to do...
768 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jun 2011 3:25pm
28th Jun 2011 3:25pm
The Dead Army
The chill of the night,
Starts to ignite;
When i stop to take,
One deep, exhausted breath;
From running so long,
My pulse keeps going strong;
Its almost as if the whole world,
Moves to the frantic quivers of my heart;
Again I start to run,
Because with one glance back;
I saw an army of the dead,
Slowly dragging themselves toward me for attack;
My limbs start to give,
And so does my heart;
When i approach a familiar body,
That rips me apart;
I run to it and listen,
But...
Starts to ignite;
When i stop to take,
One deep, exhausted breath;
From running so long,
My pulse keeps going strong;
Its almost as if the whole world,
Moves to the frantic quivers of my heart;
Again I start to run,
Because with one glance back;
I saw an army of the dead,
Slowly dragging themselves toward me for attack;
My limbs start to give,
And so does my heart;
When i approach a familiar body,
That rips me apart;
I run to it and listen,
But...
917 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2011 2:40pm
23rd Jun 2011 2:40pm
My Shadowland
In this dark, lonely room,
Igo to at night;
I write these dark, depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight;
I call it my shadowland,
Although there are no shadows;
Its actually pitch black,
which is why no one follows;
If there were followers,
Iwould not hold them captive;
The only thing in captivity,
Is the screams and tears i bleed;
My shadowland is indeed spirit free,
If it was not;
My place for drowning out things,
It would not be;
In this dark, lonley room,
I go to at night; ...
Igo to at night;
I write these dark, depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight;
I call it my shadowland,
Although there are no shadows;
Its actually pitch black,
which is why no one follows;
If there were followers,
Iwould not hold them captive;
The only thing in captivity,
Is the screams and tears i bleed;
My shadowland is indeed spirit free,
If it was not;
My place for drowning out things,
It would not be;
In this dark, lonley room,
I go to at night; ...
3976 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Lifeless_Loveless (Chrisella Payne)
