Submissions by NarcissusNarcosis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Aug 2013 5:21am
31st Aug 2013 5:21am
Incubus Mentality
When I look at you
my emotions boil over
can't help but voice
my thoughts and anger...
Such a conceited ass
no regard for others
damage dealt upon lives
or the pain you cause
with your honest lies...
a supportive mask worn
over manipulative eyes
no contrition
if you see misery
you take advantage
every compliment you throw
is backhanded...
So conniving
deceiving those close
tricking them into revealing
all their feelings
regrets and darkest secrets
without remorse...
plagiaristic and falsified unity...
my emotions boil over
can't help but voice
my thoughts and anger...
Such a conceited ass
no regard for others
damage dealt upon lives
or the pain you cause
with your honest lies...
a supportive mask worn
over manipulative eyes
no contrition
if you see misery
you take advantage
every compliment you throw
is backhanded...
So conniving
deceiving those close
tricking them into revealing
all their feelings
regrets and darkest secrets
without remorse...
plagiaristic and falsified unity...
707 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Aug 2013 7:10am
28th Aug 2013 7:10am
Hanging by her tHrEADs
Can you see it coming..?
The perceived deceits
ready to be
devoured
by a
glass-half-full moon,
truths Linked together
chaining a realization process
clanking
in anticipation of being married
to reality...
A laser beam
at the end of the tunnel
aimed at the pupil
reflecting the path ahead
...
The perceived deceits
ready to be
devoured
by a
glass-half-full moon,
truths Linked together
chaining a realization process
clanking
in anticipation of being married
to reality...
A laser beam
at the end of the tunnel
aimed at the pupil
reflecting the path ahead
...
678 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Aug 2013 4:57am
20th Aug 2013 4:57am
DirtyDirtyRockstar
When I first joined this band of misfits
I never expected to become a local hit
but public interest grew fast.
By our third show we drew quite a crowd
enjoying our theatrics, screaming so loud
my dream was coming true at last...
I soon learned, being vocalist for deathcore
girls had interest in me, but mostly whores
were they all the same way?
But I still wasn't over my ex-girlfriend
and catching her cheating, the images burned in
I just couldn't make them fade...
Then one night, standing front-row
I saw a girl, she'd been at every show...
I never expected to become a local hit
but public interest grew fast.
By our third show we drew quite a crowd
enjoying our theatrics, screaming so loud
my dream was coming true at last...
I soon learned, being vocalist for deathcore
girls had interest in me, but mostly whores
were they all the same way?
But I still wasn't over my ex-girlfriend
and catching her cheating, the images burned in
I just couldn't make them fade...
Then one night, standing front-row
I saw a girl, she'd been at every show...
693 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2013 4:54am
20th Aug 2013 4:54am
Underfed and Overdosed
I feel like
I’ve lost my way in life
I only see the light
in the darkness of night…
It gets old
relying on a handful of pills
just to smile in the morning…
happiness is hard to locate
when you’re underfed and overdosed
still wearing the same old clothes
I bought a year ago.
Can’t even go out in public
without people trying to talk to me
everywhere I go, someone recognizes me
I can’t find a moment of peace…
The Duality of Loneliness
wanting someone to talk to
then wishing they would leave me alone
I feel the joy in life...
I’ve lost my way in life
I only see the light
in the darkness of night…
It gets old
relying on a handful of pills
just to smile in the morning…
happiness is hard to locate
when you’re underfed and overdosed
still wearing the same old clothes
I bought a year ago.
Can’t even go out in public
without people trying to talk to me
everywhere I go, someone recognizes me
I can’t find a moment of peace…
The Duality of Loneliness
wanting someone to talk to
then wishing they would leave me alone
I feel the joy in life...
661 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Aug 2013 7:34am
18th Aug 2013 7:34am
CSI Porn
Uh oh, this guy's high again
just hit the weed, ate 3 Valium and 2 Vicodin;
Look like Dr. House, stumbling around my living room
fell off the couch, broke a shelf and cracked the ceiling too.
I'm feeling doomed, haven't even started drinking yet
nervous wreck, when will all this pressure start to break my neck?
Pissed at everyone, thinking about grabbing a pistol
a knife with no handle, some razor blades and my Ginsu;
and coming to get you, find you where you sleep
grab something to eat in your house,
slitting your throat and fleeing the scene.
I'm...
just hit the weed, ate 3 Valium and 2 Vicodin;
Look like Dr. House, stumbling around my living room
fell off the couch, broke a shelf and cracked the ceiling too.
I'm feeling doomed, haven't even started drinking yet
nervous wreck, when will all this pressure start to break my neck?
Pissed at everyone, thinking about grabbing a pistol
a knife with no handle, some razor blades and my Ginsu;
and coming to get you, find you where you sleep
grab something to eat in your house,
slitting your throat and fleeing the scene.
I'm...
859 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2013 7:28am
18th Aug 2013 7:28am
Stained-Glass House
In my house I sneak around like a mouse
although I live alone in this stained-glass home.
Have to be quiet or I incite a riot
of the ghosts to which I play host.
Watching movies, I star, the part so gloomy
changing channels of motivation with my remote-control imagination.
Writing with ink pens to fill pages of sin
the paper is soaking wet with yesterday's regrets.
No recollection of my past connections
tied to my present by a fuse, the future is blurred, colorless hues
I light tomorrow on fire just to watch it expire
wipe away the ashes...
although I live alone in this stained-glass home.
Have to be quiet or I incite a riot
of the ghosts to which I play host.
Watching movies, I star, the part so gloomy
changing channels of motivation with my remote-control imagination.
Writing with ink pens to fill pages of sin
the paper is soaking wet with yesterday's regrets.
No recollection of my past connections
tied to my present by a fuse, the future is blurred, colorless hues
I light tomorrow on fire just to watch it expire
wipe away the ashes...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 6:03am
16th Aug 2013 6:03am
Date Rape Psychosis
Forever
I am exalted
by a legion of
imaginary minions
reluctant to fight
my deluded war
dreamt up in a conscious coma
product of
love's abusive horror
while I was already looking back
reminiscing my history
seeing my internal tragedy
through one blue eye
one black...
Building my empire
from stable ashes
and snarky dirt
hazed
in a state of
date rape psychosis...
no credit in this life
for time served...
Imploring my troops
to follow blindly
without riot
and sacrifice their pulses
in...
I am exalted
by a legion of
imaginary minions
reluctant to fight
my deluded war
dreamt up in a conscious coma
product of
love's abusive horror
while I was already looking back
reminiscing my history
seeing my internal tragedy
through one blue eye
one black...
Building my empire
from stable ashes
and snarky dirt
hazed
in a state of
date rape psychosis...
no credit in this life
for time served...
Imploring my troops
to follow blindly
without riot
and sacrifice their pulses
in...
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 3:21am
16th Aug 2013 3:21am
I donated sperm to Casey Anthony
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 3:41pm
15th Aug 2013 3:41pm
Air-Conditioned Hell
I've been spun around
into a corner again
a false prophet of things once bright
despicable noises created
optimistic sounds torn..
Do human senses
gather anything more than this?
The reason Van Gogh
refuses to find his ear...
this life is a gift
and I don't have the receipt
dress me up
in my suit of disbelief
pocket this brand-new perspective
I bought last week
convincing me to attempt
to erase everything...
Using a D-battery
an NA pamphlet
a dry ink pen
and a paper heart
stained black with sin,
I'm...
into a corner again
a false prophet of things once bright
despicable noises created
optimistic sounds torn..
Do human senses
gather anything more than this?
The reason Van Gogh
refuses to find his ear...
this life is a gift
and I don't have the receipt
dress me up
in my suit of disbelief
pocket this brand-new perspective
I bought last week
convincing me to attempt
to erase everything...
Using a D-battery
an NA pamphlet
a dry ink pen
and a paper heart
stained black with sin,
I'm...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 3:00am
15th Aug 2013 3:00am
Color Me...
I keep falling
from grace
from a place
that is dark and lacking compassion
swallowed by a metal snake...
deeper into a dimension
a mental state
that is filled with despair and misery
leaving panic as my only companion...
Color me blank and black...
take my lack of happiness as it is
and do nothing of use with it...
Hungry? Make food for thought
invent
new ways to use the shit
that flows from my mind onto these pages
I have a melting ink pen...
Color me surprised...
I have yet to die
but still can't feel alive......
from grace
from a place
that is dark and lacking compassion
swallowed by a metal snake...
deeper into a dimension
a mental state
that is filled with despair and misery
leaving panic as my only companion...
Color me blank and black...
take my lack of happiness as it is
and do nothing of use with it...
Hungry? Make food for thought
invent
new ways to use the shit
that flows from my mind onto these pages
I have a melting ink pen...
Color me surprised...
I have yet to die
but still can't feel alive......
805 reads
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