Submissions by Lunar_Garnet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a poet I love writing about serious topics such as different forms of abuse, aspects of society, drug usage, and death.
DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2017 00:02am
29th Sep 2017 00:02am
You Told Me To Let Go
Your Family Couldn't Believe It,
Neither Could I.
You've Always Told Me To Let Go,
So I Decided To Let You Die.
Now They Blame Me For Your Death,
You Should've Verified.
But Now You Can't,
You're In The Ground.
After What You Did,
I Hope You're Hellbound.
Neither Could I.
You've Always Told Me To Let Go,
So I Decided To Let You Die.
Now They Blame Me For Your Death,
You Should've Verified.
But Now You Can't,
You're In The Ground.
After What You Did,
I Hope You're Hellbound.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2017 10:12pm
28th Sep 2017 10:12pm
Precious
He wanted a woman he couldn't have,
So he took the only precious thing she had.
He held the memory close to his heart,
And he killed her before she could depart.
What did he take from her,
And held close to his heart?
So he took the only precious thing she had.
He held the memory close to his heart,
And he killed her before she could depart.
What did he take from her,
And held close to his heart?
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2017 1:34am
26th Sep 2017 1:34am
Inner Demons
Inside My Mind Was A Battlefield
One That Took Ahold Of My Will
It Grasped Me By The Throat And Said,
"Don't Worry Darling You'll Soon Be Dead."
Ignoring The Words My Father Said
I Took A Hit, My Heart Filled With Dread
Collapsing On The Shredded Bed.
The Very Last Thought On My Mind
Since I Knew For A Fact I Was Destined To Die,
I Was No Longer A Burden, A Waste Of Space.
All I Remained Was A Suicide Case,
Another Statistic For The Human Race.
One That Took Ahold Of My Will
It Grasped Me By The Throat And Said,
"Don't Worry Darling You'll Soon Be Dead."
Ignoring The Words My Father Said
I Took A Hit, My Heart Filled With Dread
Collapsing On The Shredded Bed.
The Very Last Thought On My Mind
Since I Knew For A Fact I Was Destined To Die,
I Was No Longer A Burden, A Waste Of Space.
All I Remained Was A Suicide Case,
Another Statistic For The Human Race.
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