Submissions by LostNMisunderstood
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write and I enjoy the critisizm that goes along with it.
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 7:00pm
11th Feb 2013 7:00pm
Jumper
Sweaty Palms
frozen in place
raw fear in the air
scared of the monster that lurks beneath
terrified of the death it brings
swaying on the edge of blackness
so close to falling off
squeky shoes on the edge
traction disappearing
teetering on the bring of death
fighting fire with fire
battle cry to the end
feet pushing off the edge
soaring in the air
thats why they call me jumper.
frozen in place
raw fear in the air
scared of the monster that lurks beneath
terrified of the death it brings
swaying on the edge of blackness
so close to falling off
squeky shoes on the edge
traction disappearing
teetering on the bring of death
fighting fire with fire
battle cry to the end
feet pushing off the edge
soaring in the air
thats why they call me jumper.
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 6:48pm
8th Feb 2013 6:48pm
Harder Thought
Catechisms of self-pity
clouding my every thought
racking my body full of hatred
waving the hand of death over my head
contaiminating my mind
muffling my sences, poisoning my thoughts
self-hatred, developing stronger
unrelentless in its proding
making my mind mush
revolations undying
proceding with no permission
no light to be found today, or anyday
dark covers anything and everything
so thick the light cant penetrate
standing empty and all alone
doomed to the emptyness of life
straying far from humantity ...
clouding my every thought
racking my body full of hatred
waving the hand of death over my head
contaiminating my mind
muffling my sences, poisoning my thoughts
self-hatred, developing stronger
unrelentless in its proding
making my mind mush
revolations undying
proceding with no permission
no light to be found today, or anyday
dark covers anything and everything
so thick the light cant penetrate
standing empty and all alone
doomed to the emptyness of life
straying far from humantity ...
596 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 6:57pm
28th Jan 2013 6:57pm
Pain
to me pain is the only way
everything goes away when i cut
make it stop. the voices are killing me or is it my conscience?
my mind wont shut down, it keeps telling me and showing me things that i dont want to hear or see.
when i cut i can finally make my mind stop.
i can only realize one thing. Pain.
so you see why i must?
too keep myself sane.
to stop the trecherous path my mind takes me on.
to stop the flashing pictures of the bad days.
to help me realize im alive and not stuck in a neverending nightmare. Pain.
the pain doesn't kick in until...
everything goes away when i cut
make it stop. the voices are killing me or is it my conscience?
my mind wont shut down, it keeps telling me and showing me things that i dont want to hear or see.
when i cut i can finally make my mind stop.
i can only realize one thing. Pain.
so you see why i must?
too keep myself sane.
to stop the trecherous path my mind takes me on.
to stop the flashing pictures of the bad days.
to help me realize im alive and not stuck in a neverending nightmare. Pain.
the pain doesn't kick in until...
668 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 6:48pm
28th Jan 2013 6:48pm
Just Life
Gone, always gone
looking into those unseeing eyes of yours
falling like a waterfall
falling deeper, deeper into the abyss
forever gone and unknowing
gone like the gentle wind
looking for something, something that is lost
never to be found again
strange as the world, falling like the sun
never to be brought up again with time
lasting forever and ever
always gong never slowing
like the moon full of holes, more like craters
deeper, deeper, always sinking never filling
this is life, always the same never changing
not just any life...
looking into those unseeing eyes of yours
falling like a waterfall
falling deeper, deeper into the abyss
forever gone and unknowing
gone like the gentle wind
looking for something, something that is lost
never to be found again
strange as the world, falling like the sun
never to be brought up again with time
lasting forever and ever
always gong never slowing
like the moon full of holes, more like craters
deeper, deeper, always sinking never filling
this is life, always the same never changing
not just any life...
659 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 6:39pm
25th Jan 2013 6:39pm
That Girl
she sits knowing she is numb.
numb to the world, numb to herself.
she feels gone, extracted from life.
watching from the outside.
wishing, dreaming she could be the one she used to be.
she dreams about what could have been as she cuts.
dreaming until the pain hits and a line of crimson drips downward.
she is no longer numb to the pain.
she is no longer on the ouside looking in.
she is here she is now.
still dreaming about what could have been.
searching for the light.
that girl is forever gone.
that girl is just like me.
numb to the world, numb to herself.
she feels gone, extracted from life.
watching from the outside.
wishing, dreaming she could be the one she used to be.
she dreams about what could have been as she cuts.
dreaming until the pain hits and a line of crimson drips downward.
she is no longer numb to the pain.
she is no longer on the ouside looking in.
she is here she is now.
still dreaming about what could have been.
searching for the light.
that girl is forever gone.
that girl is just like me.
642 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2013 7:04pm
24th Jan 2013 7:04pm
About Today
Today is bad. Withdrawing. shaking.
the impulse is so bad. i want to do it. no. i need to do it.
my mind is blank as i reach for anything suitible.
rampid thoughts sun wild in my mind.
can't stop them, they belong there. been there as long as ive been.
when i think, they pop in and out. they stick around.
they never leave. i wish i were dead.
my mind could breathe, my soul would be mended.
but i promised, i promised. but whats one more time?
how much can it really hurt. i cant be messed up anymore.
i have issues. my mind is my issue.
today is...
the impulse is so bad. i want to do it. no. i need to do it.
my mind is blank as i reach for anything suitible.
rampid thoughts sun wild in my mind.
can't stop them, they belong there. been there as long as ive been.
when i think, they pop in and out. they stick around.
they never leave. i wish i were dead.
my mind could breathe, my soul would be mended.
but i promised, i promised. but whats one more time?
how much can it really hurt. i cant be messed up anymore.
i have issues. my mind is my issue.
today is...
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