Submissions by MichaelMorgue (Chris Addict)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Blackened Melodic Hardcore/Post-hardcore/Emo lyrics, poems, stories, and ranblings from another worthless junkie boy. 28, with scarred wrists, dying eyes, bad decisions, and on heroin. The Darker Side of Daydreaming.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 4:04pm
14th Feb 2013 4:04pm
Make You Mine
You stole my heart
That night
And for the first time in my life
I felt alright
Like all the stars aligned
And led you straight into my life
I can’t begin to describe
The things you make me feel inside
And I swear I’ll never leave
So please my angel please
Cant you see me on my knees
Please my angel please
Let me make you mine tonight
Can I make you mine in a graveyard
At the stroke of midnight
While everyone’s asleep
Our faces lit by candle light
People think it’s wrong
But everything seems so right
I...
That night
And for the first time in my life
I felt alright
Like all the stars aligned
And led you straight into my life
I can’t begin to describe
The things you make me feel inside
And I swear I’ll never leave
So please my angel please
Cant you see me on my knees
Please my angel please
Let me make you mine tonight
Can I make you mine in a graveyard
At the stroke of midnight
While everyone’s asleep
Our faces lit by candle light
People think it’s wrong
But everything seems so right
I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 12:05pm
6th Jan 2013 12:05pm
Unbearable Sexual Tension
i keep you on the porch
kissing, telling lies
"no im way too tired"
or
"the scene will hurt your eyes"
little do you know
the desire that burns inside
the beast im struggling to hide
you ask me for a drink
and i (not thinking) oblige
i open my front door
and you shove me inside
you slam the door behind you
and pin me to the wall
you rip my jacket off me
and run your hands greedily over my skin
my mind goes numb for seconds
and thats all it took this time
you almost threw me at the couch...
kissing, telling lies
"no im way too tired"
or
"the scene will hurt your eyes"
little do you know
the desire that burns inside
the beast im struggling to hide
you ask me for a drink
and i (not thinking) oblige
i open my front door
and you shove me inside
you slam the door behind you
and pin me to the wall
you rip my jacket off me
and run your hands greedily over my skin
my mind goes numb for seconds
and thats all it took this time
you almost threw me at the couch...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Dec 2012 2:30am
22nd Dec 2012 2:30am
Sinematic- Motionless in White
The wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust
Because everything around me just reminds me of us.
I am an addict for dramatics, black hair and pale skin.
Yet I'm still collecting bones, but that's why closets are for skeletons
Undress your body, hold it over my head
Because you know that if you knock then I will always let you in
I've been numb for so long that I forgot how to feel
So I don't care if it will break my heart, just fuck me till we disappear
You said you'd never hurt me
Now this is all that we have left
You were...
Because everything around me just reminds me of us.
I am an addict for dramatics, black hair and pale skin.
Yet I'm still collecting bones, but that's why closets are for skeletons
Undress your body, hold it over my head
Because you know that if you knock then I will always let you in
I've been numb for so long that I forgot how to feel
So I don't care if it will break my heart, just fuck me till we disappear
You said you'd never hurt me
Now this is all that we have left
You were...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 11:45pm
24th Nov 2012 11:45pm
untitled
It's 3 in the morning and nothing's working
I can't get this girl out of my head
I see the make up running down her tear-streaked face
It's been so long and I can't remember
Why I left her in the first place
Can someone tell me why I am afraid to love?
She was my sign from above
If I could go back I would do things better
And take her hand in my own
I'd pull her close and never let go
I'd tell her everything she means to me
I wish I could but I can't
Because she thinks that we aren't meant to be
I can't get this girl out of my head
I see the make up running down her tear-streaked face
It's been so long and I can't remember
Why I left her in the first place
Can someone tell me why I am afraid to love?
She was my sign from above
If I could go back I would do things better
And take her hand in my own
I'd pull her close and never let go
I'd tell her everything she means to me
I wish I could but I can't
Because she thinks that we aren't meant to be
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Nov 2012 11:27pm
20th Nov 2012 11:27pm
Haunted
How many have you killed now, my Love?"
Her soft voice played on his ears, teasing them. He spun around in the crypt to see her standing there, arms folded and her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. He stammered and searched for words but none came so he dropped to his knees and fought the tears. She came to him and helped him to his feet, pulling him into her arms. She brushed the tears from his eyes and kissed him tenderly and cocked her head to the side, exposing her neck. He recoiled and screamed as he saw the bites on her neck. The color drained from her body and she...
Her soft voice played on his ears, teasing them. He spun around in the crypt to see her standing there, arms folded and her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. He stammered and searched for words but none came so he dropped to his knees and fought the tears. She came to him and helped him to his feet, pulling him into her arms. She brushed the tears from his eyes and kissed him tenderly and cocked her head to the side, exposing her neck. He recoiled and screamed as he saw the bites on her neck. The color drained from her body and she...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Nov 2012 10:04am
13th Nov 2012 10:04am
what is "Emo"
I've been asked this alot. "What is emo?"
SO, here i am, attempting to explain a genre, a style, and a way of life that died years ago.
many of the stereotypes that people have about the emo style is that you HAVE to be a cutter, that you have to be gay or bi or bi-curious, that your life isnt that bad and that you jsut want attention.
Cutting is not a must in the emo culture. many emo kids do it, but so do many others. i personally know "jocks" that do it, "Preps' that do it, and other goody goodies that do it. cutting is a sign of depression...
SO, here i am, attempting to explain a genre, a style, and a way of life that died years ago.
many of the stereotypes that people have about the emo style is that you HAVE to be a cutter, that you have to be gay or bi or bi-curious, that your life isnt that bad and that you jsut want attention.
Cutting is not a must in the emo culture. many emo kids do it, but so do many others. i personally know "jocks" that do it, "Preps' that do it, and other goody goodies that do it. cutting is a sign of depression...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 1:48pm
8th Nov 2012 1:48pm
What Have I Done...?
what have i done...
i picked up my guitar this morning
and could barely move my hand
has the razor cut so deep inside
that i am now helpless as a lamb?
what have i done...
no mournful melodies will haunt the midnight air
my passion is gone, im to numb to scream
the razor's thirst has fucked me
from living my only dream
what have i done...
i picked up my guitar this morning
and could barely move my hand
has the razor cut so deep inside
that i am now helpless as a lamb?
what have i done...
no mournful melodies will haunt the midnight air
my passion is gone, im to numb to scream
the razor's thirst has fucked me
from living my only dream
what have i done...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 9:21am
7th Nov 2012 9:21am
A Crimson Boquet
I'm too poor for flowers
so I'll bleed roses from my arms
I could sit in this room for hours
and write about your grace and charm
But I only have moments
before your boquet bleeds me dry
Promise me you won't go to my funeral
I'd hate for them to see me cry
so I'll bleed roses from my arms
I could sit in this room for hours
and write about your grace and charm
But I only have moments
before your boquet bleeds me dry
Promise me you won't go to my funeral
I'd hate for them to see me cry
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Nov 2012 7:55am
7th Nov 2012 7:55am
writers block
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Nov 2012 12:29pm
6th Nov 2012 12:29pm
nameless (metalcore song, collaboration with ryan angell of Darkest Passion)
This song, once again, is about the hypocrites in the world who hide behind religion while criticizing people on their sexuality, religion, or the way they dress or act. we are looking for a name tot he song so if any ideas come to mind please let us know. this was coffee fueled at 4 in the morning so it may not be the best we've ever written but we hope you enjoy.
what will you do when your god fails?
as your walls are torn down
and crush you with the weight of what you've done
you have no place to run!
Just because im not a clone
a fucking drone you can...
what will you do when your god fails?
as your walls are torn down
and crush you with the weight of what you've done
you have no place to run!
Just because im not a clone
a fucking drone you can...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Nov 2012 12:01pm
4th Nov 2012 12:01pm
Judas as the Judge (or Janus as the Judge)
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Oct 2012 11:09am
25th Oct 2012 11:09am
Pretty LittleThief
im staring at her face
and shes looking at my eyes
behind hers i see lies
god how long has she tried
to hide them with these fucking alibies?
i don't knnow what i can believe
she's a pretty little thief
so i watched in disbelief as she stole my heart
(BUT I WANT IT BACK!)
who said i was yours?
girl your such a fucking whore
(such a fucking whore)
i wont fall for this no more
(no more!)
this is the last time you're gonna see me
bleeding on the floor!
i am looking in the mirror
and i am crying crimson tears...
and shes looking at my eyes
behind hers i see lies
god how long has she tried
to hide them with these fucking alibies?
i don't knnow what i can believe
she's a pretty little thief
so i watched in disbelief as she stole my heart
(BUT I WANT IT BACK!)
who said i was yours?
girl your such a fucking whore
(such a fucking whore)
i wont fall for this no more
(no more!)
this is the last time you're gonna see me
bleeding on the floor!
i am looking in the mirror
and i am crying crimson tears...
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