Submissions by Pi3c3s_0f_MyS3Lf (Bz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 2:55am
29th Apr 2014 2:55am
Nothing
When all you have is Nothing
There's a lot to go around
And Nothing lasts forever
How beautiful that sounds
Lets spread the Nothing
Redefine our notion of worth
Because we recieve Nothing in abundance
From the moment of our birth
You can take Nothing to the grave
At times Nothing is what you feel
Nothing is your greatest power
When life gets the most surreal
So put Nothing on your pedestal
Stop measuring what you possessed
Nothing will never leave you
It will always be the best
There's a lot to go around
And Nothing lasts forever
How beautiful that sounds
Lets spread the Nothing
Redefine our notion of worth
Because we recieve Nothing in abundance
From the moment of our birth
You can take Nothing to the grave
At times Nothing is what you feel
Nothing is your greatest power
When life gets the most surreal
So put Nothing on your pedestal
Stop measuring what you possessed
Nothing will never leave you
It will always be the best
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Apr 2014 3:33am
25th Apr 2014 3:33am
Turning Things Around
This pressure on the shattered pieces of my heart will crush them to a fine powder and they will scatter among the four corners of the world blown away through the holes in my soul by the fierce wind of my restless thoughts. Maybe i shall journey to find each speck. My youth spent in one glorious, treacherous adventure after another. At the end of my life i will be whole again and i will be rich in experience. Is that not what we all strive for?
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2014 3:48am
23rd Apr 2014 3:48am
Feels Unfinished
Walking a garden path
Strewn with bloodstained petals and ash.
Are these things to take note of?
Or more unimpressive trash?
Burning in frigid flames
Bare for the whole world's sight.
Does it even matter?
It seems they are blind on this night.
Being tortured by shadows and shades
With whispered nothings and demented grins
Should i even fight them?
Maybe they'll help me atone for my sins
Picking up pieces of myself
Looking for something in the wreckage of a star
Shoving each one back inside
A shard of me for every scar?
Strewn with bloodstained petals and ash.
Are these things to take note of?
Or more unimpressive trash?
Burning in frigid flames
Bare for the whole world's sight.
Does it even matter?
It seems they are blind on this night.
Being tortured by shadows and shades
With whispered nothings and demented grins
Should i even fight them?
Maybe they'll help me atone for my sins
Picking up pieces of myself
Looking for something in the wreckage of a star
Shoving each one back inside
A shard of me for every scar?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2014 2:56am
11th Apr 2014 2:56am
My Rap For The World
This place is a waste.
Drains every ounce if my strength.
Its the reason for the far away look on my face.
I've been disillusioned to the point of being jaded.
Stuck in self hatred.
Looking for the next chance to get faded.
And fly away.
Nobody's really sure they want to hear what i have to say.
Which is why i keep quiet.
My internal riot.
My personal violence.
My incurable bias.
That everything is shit.
No better than the slime i spit.
And we're all just little blips.
Lost in the vastness.
The cold and the blackness. ...
Drains every ounce if my strength.
Its the reason for the far away look on my face.
I've been disillusioned to the point of being jaded.
Stuck in self hatred.
Looking for the next chance to get faded.
And fly away.
Nobody's really sure they want to hear what i have to say.
Which is why i keep quiet.
My internal riot.
My personal violence.
My incurable bias.
That everything is shit.
No better than the slime i spit.
And we're all just little blips.
Lost in the vastness.
The cold and the blackness. ...
675 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Apr 2014 6:08am
7th Apr 2014 6:08am
Visiting
I took a walk with my childhood hell today.
Walked across the floor where i had knelt to clean up my my own congealing pools of blood.
Wandered through the empty shop where i had tried to end for good the pain i endured.
Sat in the room where i had cried myself to sleep more nights than i could count.
Stared at the corner i would hold up in to pick broken glass from my scalp and clean my wounds.
Heard the voice that had raised countless times to shout the nastiest words it could find at me.
I relived every blow, every tear, every cry for help that would never come....
Walked across the floor where i had knelt to clean up my my own congealing pools of blood.
Wandered through the empty shop where i had tried to end for good the pain i endured.
Sat in the room where i had cried myself to sleep more nights than i could count.
Stared at the corner i would hold up in to pick broken glass from my scalp and clean my wounds.
Heard the voice that had raised countless times to shout the nastiest words it could find at me.
I relived every blow, every tear, every cry for help that would never come....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 00:31am
5th Apr 2014 00:31am
Done
I'm finished with this ride
And ready to get off
Tired of all the world
Sickened by being so lost
I'm sure its just not worth it
Nothing but a cheap thrill
Struggling to breathe on constant
Begging on end for my mind to be still
And ready to get off
Tired of all the world
Sickened by being so lost
I'm sure its just not worth it
Nothing but a cheap thrill
Struggling to breathe on constant
Begging on end for my mind to be still
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Mar 2014 7:53am
31st Mar 2014 7:53am
I Got This
You can't destroy me.
I destroy myself. I cut my skin. I poke sharp things into my mind and twist them round and round pushing lightly until I can go no deeper and i have gaping holes in it. I tear little pieces of my soul off one at a time. Then i take all these remnants pour all the blood into a blender. I add tequila and tears to bind it all. Laughter and all my favorite fruits for sweetness. I throw in wildflowers and top it off with ice. It makes a margarita of my own essence. When its mixed to my satisfaction i'll sit back inhaling mentholated smoke and sipping daintily from this...
I destroy myself. I cut my skin. I poke sharp things into my mind and twist them round and round pushing lightly until I can go no deeper and i have gaping holes in it. I tear little pieces of my soul off one at a time. Then i take all these remnants pour all the blood into a blender. I add tequila and tears to bind it all. Laughter and all my favorite fruits for sweetness. I throw in wildflowers and top it off with ice. It makes a margarita of my own essence. When its mixed to my satisfaction i'll sit back inhaling mentholated smoke and sipping daintily from this...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2014 8:04am
29th Mar 2014 8:04am
Another Taste
My darling girl
What have you done
There's blood upon your lips
And its stained your toungue
My dear child
Have you been indulging your sin
Taken up the blade
And torn your own skin
My sweet thing
Is it really worth the pain
Just to get another taste
Of that crimson elixir again
My pretty dear
You must be careful with this
You could take things too far
Flirting with the razorblade's kiss
What have you done
There's blood upon your lips
And its stained your toungue
My dear child
Have you been indulging your sin
Taken up the blade
And torn your own skin
My sweet thing
Is it really worth the pain
Just to get another taste
Of that crimson elixir again
My pretty dear
You must be careful with this
You could take things too far
Flirting with the razorblade's kiss
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 6:38am
24th Mar 2014 6:38am
Why Do They Have To Go?
Oh look there it went
the moment's passed by
A second of lightness
Behind these heavy eyes
I swear some days
They move so fast
Feels good when it's there
But it doesn't last
Frightening really
How few they become
How far in between
How fast they run
Leaving me out of breath
Trying to grasp them back
So i can shield myself
From an anxiety attack
Once it leaves
The walls close in
The floor sways
The world starts to spin
My head will pound
My lungs will burn
In these terrible moments
Where happiness...
the moment's passed by
A second of lightness
Behind these heavy eyes
I swear some days
They move so fast
Feels good when it's there
But it doesn't last
Frightening really
How few they become
How far in between
How fast they run
Leaving me out of breath
Trying to grasp them back
So i can shield myself
From an anxiety attack
Once it leaves
The walls close in
The floor sways
The world starts to spin
My head will pound
My lungs will burn
In these terrible moments
Where happiness...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 6:00am
24th Mar 2014 6:00am
Maybe It's Because
Maybe you quiet the voices in my head
The demons who scream all my light is dead
Maybe you kindle the fire that scorches my inside
Lend a spark of passion for living that's hard to hide
Maybe you lend me a feeling of worth
One that was lost to me
A few short years after birth
Maybe you make it alright to be scarred
Make it ok for my mind and body to be marred
Maybe its these things you do
But its probably just because you are you
The demons who scream all my light is dead
Maybe you kindle the fire that scorches my inside
Lend a spark of passion for living that's hard to hide
Maybe you lend me a feeling of worth
One that was lost to me
A few short years after birth
Maybe you make it alright to be scarred
Make it ok for my mind and body to be marred
Maybe its these things you do
But its probably just because you are you
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2014 6:59pm
23rd Mar 2014 6:59pm
Empty Pretties
I don't want your promises
They mean nothing to me
Just empty words with jagged edges
To tear at me and make me bleed
I don't need those whispers
Your pretty little lies
Sparkly and distracting
Trying to keep me from seeing the truth in your eyes
I mean as little as those words
A silly bauble on a golden string
I'm just as empty, just as worthless
Just a time consuming plaything
Something to relieve the tedium
Maybe brighten up the gloom
But easily replaced and forgotten
Left to collect dust in an empty room
They mean nothing to me
Just empty words with jagged edges
To tear at me and make me bleed
I don't need those whispers
Your pretty little lies
Sparkly and distracting
Trying to keep me from seeing the truth in your eyes
I mean as little as those words
A silly bauble on a golden string
I'm just as empty, just as worthless
Just a time consuming plaything
Something to relieve the tedium
Maybe brighten up the gloom
But easily replaced and forgotten
Left to collect dust in an empty room
724 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Mar 2014 6:31pm
23rd Mar 2014 6:31pm
Chalice
You can drink from the chalice
But only if you are willing to cut yourself on its chipped edges
The contents are heady brew
Something to tantalize every inch of the palette
To make your mind swim in vague impossibilities
Like a single grain of sand dancing in the rushing torrent of the river
A bittersweet spice mingling with the salty blood that seeps from your torn lips
Something to smooth yet still define the pain
To show you the harsh realities that come with a beating heart
To comfort you with an intense desire that only the hopeless can provide
You...
But only if you are willing to cut yourself on its chipped edges
The contents are heady brew
Something to tantalize every inch of the palette
To make your mind swim in vague impossibilities
Like a single grain of sand dancing in the rushing torrent of the river
A bittersweet spice mingling with the salty blood that seeps from your torn lips
Something to smooth yet still define the pain
To show you the harsh realities that come with a beating heart
To comfort you with an intense desire that only the hopeless can provide
You...
703 reads
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