Submissions by Palebella97 (Isabella)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Through the Looking Glass
Do you remember when you wanted to lose yourself, when you wanted nothing but to dissolve into the crevices of the walls behind you and fade into nothingness, when you wanted to say goodbye to everyone but save yourself the pain of departure by just fading away into the bitter air that frequently sorrounded you, freezing you to the point where you thought the cold seeped into your soul and numbed everything?
It was a sad day for me when I found you sitting on the bathroom floor, a river of crimson flowing onto the cold porcelain beneath you, floor as pale as your scared, sobbing...
It was a sad day for me when I found you sitting on the bathroom floor, a river of crimson flowing onto the cold porcelain beneath you, floor as pale as your scared, sobbing...
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The Diffrent Threads Of The Human Race
The beauty of love and pain as one
How good or cruel one can become
How the future shifts entirely,
and the past remains in memory
How we can tell true tales only the heavens know about
How our pain makes us scream, and how it makes us shout
How the heavenly laugh of children can turn to pain
How their beautiful shared ignorance in vain
can turn to hurt, can turn to insane
How in life we can win, how in life we lose
How we love, leaving clues
How we come into the world,
and in a moment,
utterly leave
Much like autumn dies again and...
How good or cruel one can become
How the future shifts entirely,
and the past remains in memory
How we can tell true tales only the heavens know about
How our pain makes us scream, and how it makes us shout
How the heavenly laugh of children can turn to pain
How their beautiful shared ignorance in vain
can turn to hurt, can turn to insane
How in life we can win, how in life we lose
How we love, leaving clues
How we come into the world,
and in a moment,
utterly leave
Much like autumn dies again and...
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As The Deep Cuts End My Pain
It’s cold against my flesh
With each thrust comes a new deep
When I see the red tears my body has shed
hit the floor in a beautiful red river,
I smile and push harder
I’m addicted now to this hard pain
The more I scream,
The better it feels
The darker the tears on the floor become
The easier it is to cut
I sigh with happy pain as the edges go black
And I, once again, to the darkness go back
With each thrust comes a new deep
When I see the red tears my body has shed
hit the floor in a beautiful red river,
I smile and push harder
I’m addicted now to this hard pain
The more I scream,
The better it feels
The darker the tears on the floor become
The easier it is to cut
I sigh with happy pain as the edges go black
And I, once again, to the darkness go back
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