Submissions by MrBuchanan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2016 00:02am
27th Aug 2016 00:02am
Leech
Yes,
I'd like to progress;
skillfully open your chest,
As I do best,
But halt when I hear you're depressed,
And just like the rest,
life's beaten you to lifeless.
Now I digress,
Back those breasts,
I run my blade through amazing canvas.
Then comes the paint,
Bleeding, you faint,
but I'm determined, this work I can't taint.
So I'll strap you down,
then I'll dig and dig
til I hear the right sounds,
Carving through skin,
layer by layer I'll see where you've been.
I need to know,
I need to see,
I need your...
I'd like to progress;
skillfully open your chest,
As I do best,
But halt when I hear you're depressed,
And just like the rest,
life's beaten you to lifeless.
Now I digress,
Back those breasts,
I run my blade through amazing canvas.
Then comes the paint,
Bleeding, you faint,
but I'm determined, this work I can't taint.
So I'll strap you down,
then I'll dig and dig
til I hear the right sounds,
Carving through skin,
layer by layer I'll see where you've been.
I need to know,
I need to see,
I need your...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 11:57pm
26th Aug 2016 11:57pm
Mummy-Infants of Formaldehyde
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2016 6:31am
22nd Aug 2016 6:31am
The Wind
The wind, it whispers willful words,
The most morose I've ever heard.
It brings its blackness to the brain
And drives the mind out from the sane.
Demons screaming in the wind,
Can you hear their voices?
Don't let them in.
They'll invade you,
and slay you
from within.
So just try to ignore
your crawling skin.
If they see you,
they'll bleed you,
It's nature's whim,
So just wade where the wind
won't be let in.
The wind, it whines to the weakly willed,
Those akin to the kind it's killed,
Deriving darkness...
The most morose I've ever heard.
It brings its blackness to the brain
And drives the mind out from the sane.
Demons screaming in the wind,
Can you hear their voices?
Don't let them in.
They'll invade you,
and slay you
from within.
So just try to ignore
your crawling skin.
If they see you,
they'll bleed you,
It's nature's whim,
So just wade where the wind
won't be let in.
The wind, it whines to the weakly willed,
Those akin to the kind it's killed,
Deriving darkness...
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Aug 2016 1:06am
20th Aug 2016 1:06am
The Dance of The Dead
When I was young, mother would say,
Let me sing, and you'll be okay,
And when I've got to be away,
sing to yourself, and let it play.
Then I heard a scream, in the dead of night.
I awoke to the ghost, of her sickly sight.
Her face was paled, and her skin peeled back,
Above her stood a man in black.
I saw him salt her open wounds,
Her arms and legs danced to no tune.
Older now, but dreams are timeless,
Drunken, stumbling home and dimeless.
I see her face in my nightmares,
I can't escape the lifeless stares.
The only...
Let me sing, and you'll be okay,
And when I've got to be away,
sing to yourself, and let it play.
Then I heard a scream, in the dead of night.
I awoke to the ghost, of her sickly sight.
Her face was paled, and her skin peeled back,
Above her stood a man in black.
I saw him salt her open wounds,
Her arms and legs danced to no tune.
Older now, but dreams are timeless,
Drunken, stumbling home and dimeless.
I see her face in my nightmares,
I can't escape the lifeless stares.
The only...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 6:43pm
18th Aug 2016 6:43pm
Mother Knows Best
Drifting softly, off to sleep,
I've taken life, but yours I'll keep/
I take from those, who don't deserve/
But your beauty, must be preserved/
You'll never die, I promise you/
The life you had, is all you'll lose/
A painting even loses shade/
But Your skin will never gray/
Soon you'll open, those blue eyes/
That put shame to cloudless skies/
You'll try to open your soft lips/
From which no sound escapes or slips/
You'll feel the stitches as they pull/
At your sixty new lip-holes/
I promise your pain won't last long/...
I've taken life, but yours I'll keep/
I take from those, who don't deserve/
But your beauty, must be preserved/
You'll never die, I promise you/
The life you had, is all you'll lose/
A painting even loses shade/
But Your skin will never gray/
Soon you'll open, those blue eyes/
That put shame to cloudless skies/
You'll try to open your soft lips/
From which no sound escapes or slips/
You'll feel the stitches as they pull/
At your sixty new lip-holes/
I promise your pain won't last long/...
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 11:23am
18th Aug 2016 11:23am
Commitment
She doesn't want to be treated right,
She just wants love for the night.
She doesn't want to be swept away,
She just wants to go out and play.
She doesn't like the romantic type.
She thinks that love is just chains and hype.
She doesn't know how free she would be,
If only she had tried it with me.
She doesn't want love, she wants the night life,
Clothes fit like a glove, she could've been my wife.
She wants to hit clubs, and dance with the rich boys,
I can't blame her but she helped make my choice.
The boy toys, they all...
She just wants love for the night.
She doesn't want to be swept away,
She just wants to go out and play.
She doesn't like the romantic type.
She thinks that love is just chains and hype.
She doesn't know how free she would be,
If only she had tried it with me.
She doesn't want love, she wants the night life,
Clothes fit like a glove, she could've been my wife.
She wants to hit clubs, and dance with the rich boys,
I can't blame her but she helped make my choice.
The boy toys, they all...
580 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 7:46am
14th Aug 2016 7:46am
Forlorn and War Torn
He trained every day,
And took not for granted,
The way his lethal blade
Sliced and Slanted.
Protecting himself
was all that he knew,
Aside from the blood
that his sword drew.
He'd go from sunrise
'till the moon hit his eyes,
But felt no remorse
as his enemies died.
His honor was gold
and his focus was old,
Like a man who's life
needed to be told.
He fought for himself,
and his family tree,
He never thought once
about mortality.
But the pain in his eyes,
one night did arise,
When he saw his...
And took not for granted,
The way his lethal blade
Sliced and Slanted.
Protecting himself
was all that he knew,
Aside from the blood
that his sword drew.
He'd go from sunrise
'till the moon hit his eyes,
But felt no remorse
as his enemies died.
His honor was gold
and his focus was old,
Like a man who's life
needed to be told.
He fought for himself,
and his family tree,
He never thought once
about mortality.
But the pain in his eyes,
one night did arise,
When he saw his...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Aug 2016 7:39am
14th Aug 2016 7:39am
Anesthesia
Growing up I felt emotions around me.
The pain that some carry is astounding!
I felt them all, I became my surroundings,
I could feel each and every heart pounding-
But as the tears and the fears they bore
Pulled out of me what I abhor,
I felt their love and their pain in one,
And then I ended up just feeling numb.
The pain that some carry is astounding!
I felt them all, I became my surroundings,
I could feel each and every heart pounding-
But as the tears and the fears they bore
Pulled out of me what I abhor,
I felt their love and their pain in one,
And then I ended up just feeling numb.
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