Submissions by Pepper
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2015 1:31am
4th Jul 2015 1:31am
The Puppeteer
The show begins
I walk up stage
The Puppeteer pulls at my strings
I’m forced to talk
I’m forced to walk
I’m forced to put a smile on my face and act like everything is okay
But when really it’s not
And The Puppeteer pulls at my strings
I fought The Puppeteer and lost
He pulled me back into his embrace
I can’t escape
Instead he pulls my strings tighter and tighter
Until my feet have left the ground
I’m forced to say those lines as he glides me across the stage
As The Puppeteer pulls at my strings
I look up to...
I walk up stage
The Puppeteer pulls at my strings
I’m forced to talk
I’m forced to walk
I’m forced to put a smile on my face and act like everything is okay
But when really it’s not
And The Puppeteer pulls at my strings
I fought The Puppeteer and lost
He pulled me back into his embrace
I can’t escape
Instead he pulls my strings tighter and tighter
Until my feet have left the ground
I’m forced to say those lines as he glides me across the stage
As The Puppeteer pulls at my strings
I look up to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2014 3:24am
13th May 2014 3:24am
Music My Savior
I listened to music to help me escape
Help me escape from this terrible world
That judged how I looked & told me to die
That I deserve this pain I hold inside
Music told me it's okay
It's okay to feel this way
Music dried the tears from my eyes
Music held me close when I wanted to die
It told me I'm never alone
Music made me feel whole again
It never judged me when I bled
It sang to me when I was close to being dead
Music brought me back
Music helped me live
My hero's in my music
Thank you for teaching me how to live.
Help me escape from this terrible world
That judged how I looked & told me to die
That I deserve this pain I hold inside
Music told me it's okay
It's okay to feel this way
Music dried the tears from my eyes
Music held me close when I wanted to die
It told me I'm never alone
Music made me feel whole again
It never judged me when I bled
It sang to me when I was close to being dead
Music brought me back
Music helped me live
My hero's in my music
Thank you for teaching me how to live.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 4:54am
14th Jan 2014 4:54am
No Use
My heart feels gone. My brain feels numb. I have just stopped caring for so long. I'm surprised my body has been standing for this long. But my care for the world is gone. Every single time I wake up my life seems stuck on replay. I can't help but think these thoughts I know I shouldn't think. Now at this point I know its useless to help me since I'm already gone.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2013 6:20am
18th May 2013 6:20am
Hello Blue Eyes
Hello Blue Eyes
I see they're full of fright
I see your white skin glow
Making the bruises show
I see your fists
At your side
Ready to pick a fight
Your cheeks flush red
From the anger within
Your words are cold
Your mind is numb
From holding all the pain
For far to long
I see they're full of fright
I see your white skin glow
Making the bruises show
I see your fists
At your side
Ready to pick a fight
Your cheeks flush red
From the anger within
Your words are cold
Your mind is numb
From holding all the pain
For far to long
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2013 4:59am
6th May 2013 4:59am
Behind
Behind this mask is a person with a darker past
Behind this smile is truly a frown
Behind this laugh is a bunch of pain going out
Behind this cold frozen heart that was once so warm
Behind these angry, troubled eyes, were once so very kind
Once everything is behind you, you cannot go back
You're just the joker, having the last laugh
Behind this smile is truly a frown
Behind this laugh is a bunch of pain going out
Behind this cold frozen heart that was once so warm
Behind these angry, troubled eyes, were once so very kind
Once everything is behind you, you cannot go back
You're just the joker, having the last laugh
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 1:34am
12th Dec 2012 1:34am
I Look
I look at the blue sky.
I look at the sun.
I look up at the white clouds and everything above.
I look at the flowers.
I look at the trees.
I look at the people staring back at me.
I can't help but think.
No matter how big the world is.
It's strange how lonely you can feel.
I look at the sun.
I look up at the white clouds and everything above.
I look at the flowers.
I look at the trees.
I look at the people staring back at me.
I can't help but think.
No matter how big the world is.
It's strange how lonely you can feel.
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 4:48am
10th Dec 2012 4:48am
My Dear.
Why, oh why, do you cry my dear? Did that Mister take your heart? Tore it right apart? Did you cry silent tears, why he just stood there? Do your eyes now burn with hate? I told you my dear, this is not a game to play. Gambling with jewels and you’re losing too. You got all pretty for a date. Just to have it thrown in your face. There, there my dear. Little sister is here. Where’s the key to the gun lock? Don’t worry my dear sister I’ll be back at 9 o’clock.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 4:23am
10th Dec 2012 4:23am
I Haven't Have a Clue
Take a knife.
Make a fist.
Slowly slide it along your wrist.
Hide the pain.
Bite your lip.
Watch the blood slowly drip.
Redder than a rose.
Deeper than an ocean.
It’s kinda like art but with a twist.
Emotions flood.
Tears fall.
Eyes soon become dull.
Some new.
Some old.
Doesn't matter.
There’re there.
Scars red, white, and gone.
It’s your life.
Hold it on.
Before it’s forever gone.
Make a fist.
Slowly slide it along your wrist.
Hide the pain.
Bite your lip.
Watch the blood slowly drip.
Redder than a rose.
Deeper than an ocean.
It’s kinda like art but with a twist.
Emotions flood.
Tears fall.
Eyes soon become dull.
Some new.
Some old.
Doesn't matter.
There’re there.
Scars red, white, and gone.
It’s your life.
Hold it on.
Before it’s forever gone.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 4:56am
1st Dec 2012 4:56am
What Happens?
What happens when you die?
Does fog swirl your mind?
Or do you sleep?
Dreams about your life?
Do your nightmares chase you?
Your body will rot until just your bones remain.
Will someone take them to another place?
Will your soul be free?
Or chained to your grave?
What happens when you die?
Will you pay the the biggest price?
Does fog swirl your mind?
Or do you sleep?
Dreams about your life?
Do your nightmares chase you?
Your body will rot until just your bones remain.
Will someone take them to another place?
Will your soul be free?
Or chained to your grave?
What happens when you die?
Will you pay the the biggest price?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2012 12:04pm
2nd Nov 2012 12:04pm
Not Anymore
As the world spins around. I just want to fall to the ground. Not give a care in the world no more. Not even mutter a single sound. Just lay and watch the sky move above me. Not worrying about what's happening around me. The only sound is me breathing in and out. I don't want to care about what's happening in the world right now.
I just want to lay here. Breathing in and out. Not making a single sound.
I just want to lay here. Breathing in and out. Not making a single sound.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2012 11:54pm
1st Nov 2012 11:54pm
(New) Raven in the Hanging Tree
I sing my song if dread. For the poor lost souls that are dead. The wind carrying out my voice near and far. Bringing sadness across the land. And though each pebble of sand. While over the sound, a sickening crack can be found. Another body, another soul, another song to be told. The wrists will be slashed, the fear will be gone. While everybody disappears, the hanging body will still be here. Then there will only be me here. Singing a dead song. There will only be me. The Raven in the Hanging Tree.
890 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 2:59am
20th Oct 2012 2:59am
Angel
I'm not an angel from heaven. I'm not an angel from hell. Truth is, I'm not an angel from anywhere. Just an angel who fell. I lost my wings a little while back. Tried to understand why they tore them from my back. Now I'm stuck to live like you. Stuck in your world, while still hidden in mine. Just like you, I have my secrets. I have my lies. I have my own pain I try to hide.
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