Submissions by MorticiansDaughter (JakeDraven)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm open to anything and everything you tell me. Im always looking for opinions and deal with negative comments well, I'm not offended easily.
Lost
I woke up
Only to hear my own
Soft, stifled, crying.
Why? I don't know.
Unexplainable
Voices dance in my head.
Mixed emotions
Thoughts
So called stress builds up
Whirl around; clashing
I feel like I'm sinking
As an anchor would
I wish I wasn't...
But I am...
LOST
Only to hear my own
Soft, stifled, crying.
Why? I don't know.
Unexplainable
Voices dance in my head.
Mixed emotions
Thoughts
So called stress builds up
Whirl around; clashing
I feel like I'm sinking
As an anchor would
I wish I wasn't...
But I am...
LOST
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Hidden
I go into that dark corner
That space I call my room
I sit and try to determine,
Weather or not I stay.
Only to realize I'm pathetic.
The overwhelming thoughts.
The voices; all of them.
Jumbled talking at once.
I'm trapped by monsters,
No where to go.
The only thing I'm capable of,
Doing is to bask in my own fear.
Ignore it all! Because?
I'm invincible.
I have no feelings.
Nobody cares, I'm alone 100% of my time.
Suddenly my vision blurs,
Now I'm gone and,
It's the best thing ever!
That space I call my room
I sit and try to determine,
Weather or not I stay.
Only to realize I'm pathetic.
The overwhelming thoughts.
The voices; all of them.
Jumbled talking at once.
I'm trapped by monsters,
No where to go.
The only thing I'm capable of,
Doing is to bask in my own fear.
Ignore it all! Because?
I'm invincible.
I have no feelings.
Nobody cares, I'm alone 100% of my time.
Suddenly my vision blurs,
Now I'm gone and,
It's the best thing ever!
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Self Poison
Look into my eyes,
Look into my soul,
I can almost guarantee,
No heart made of gold.
Look behind my image,
Look deep within my mind,
You'll find it full of hatred,
Full of pure resign.
People beg for approval,
People beg to be sane,
People beg for rewards,
Life is just a game.
Always- filled with judgement,
Always mixed in time, Generation by generation,
We'll all rely on tries
If you look into my eyes,
If you look into my soul,
If you look beyond my mind?
I can promise only stone...
Look into my soul,
I can almost guarantee,
No heart made of gold.
Look behind my image,
Look deep within my mind,
You'll find it full of hatred,
Full of pure resign.
People beg for approval,
People beg to be sane,
People beg for rewards,
Life is just a game.
Always- filled with judgement,
Always mixed in time, Generation by generation,
We'll all rely on tries
If you look into my eyes,
If you look into my soul,
If you look beyond my mind?
I can promise only stone...
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HEARTACHE
Wishing I had kept her, safe beside me.
How did I mess up? It started with a lie.
Intentions misunderstood and,
Twisted like my mind.
Now I'm spiraling into depression for an,
Eternity, drowning me in thoughts of suicide.
Yours forever, guaranteed!
Talking made it worse.
Underneath my state of mind.
Convinced that it was worth,
Kissing killed again.
Everything is crashing.
Ranting? Is all I can do... but nothing stops this rapping,
HEARTACHE
No one but you...[/font]
How did I mess up? It started with a lie.
Intentions misunderstood and,
Twisted like my mind.
Now I'm spiraling into depression for an,
Eternity, drowning me in thoughts of suicide.
Yours forever, guaranteed!
Talking made it worse.
Underneath my state of mind.
Convinced that it was worth,
Kissing killed again.
Everything is crashing.
Ranting? Is all I can do... but nothing stops this rapping,
HEARTACHE
No one but you...[/font]
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Stitched Smile
Just a little nick.
All my troubles will go away.
A slight little prick, all my problems soon to fade.
Stead fast to a razor, a blade, a knife.
Hold onto my fake-smile,
My make-up,
My scythe.
My life is just so sad,
So worthless,
So unused.
My life is of no importance,
My blood? Pays my dues...
It will all come back, soon to return.
My solution only temporary, then I will "Burn."
All my troubles will go away.
A slight little prick, all my problems soon to fade.
Stead fast to a razor, a blade, a knife.
Hold onto my fake-smile,
My make-up,
My scythe.
My life is just so sad,
So worthless,
So unused.
My life is of no importance,
My blood? Pays my dues...
It will all come back, soon to return.
My solution only temporary, then I will "Burn."
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