Submissions by Pi3c3s_0f_MyS3Lf (Bz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Self Talk
Such a dirty little whore
Wanting looking begging for more
What a wasted broken thing
Mistaking your screams thinking you can sing
Such a dirty tired bitch
Seeking silver pieces
In a glass strewn ditch
What delusions how depraved
This time you waste wanting to be saved
Such a nasty little creature
Waiting to discover a single redeeming feature
What a disgusting worthless ragdoll
When will you discover there's no recovery from your fall?
Wanting looking begging for more
What a wasted broken thing
Mistaking your screams thinking you can sing
Such a dirty tired bitch
Seeking silver pieces
In a glass strewn ditch
What delusions how depraved
This time you waste wanting to be saved
Such a nasty little creature
Waiting to discover a single redeeming feature
What a disgusting worthless ragdoll
When will you discover there's no recovery from your fall?
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In Response
"Do you know what you're doing to yourself?" they say
I smile and remark," Anything to hasten my decay"
"Your destroying yourself don't you see?"
"So be it if that's what it takes to be free."
"We want you to be happy that's all"
"I'm overjoyed in the descent of my fall"
"You're going to regret the decisions you've made"
"I won't because I know I'm not afraid."
I smile and remark," Anything to hasten my decay"
"Your destroying yourself don't you see?"
"So be it if that's what it takes to be free."
"We want you to be happy that's all"
"I'm overjoyed in the descent of my fall"
"You're going to regret the decisions you've made"
"I won't because I know I'm not afraid."
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To Those Ive Lost
I would mourn for you if i could
Wether or not you think i should
If i had any tears left to fall
I probably would give them all
Just for you so you could see
How much you had given me
If i could cry it would be in your name
I would let the pain out without any shame
Sadly there is no grief to give
No way to show my sadness lives
I apologize for my emptiness
And wish instead for your eternal bliss
Wether or not you think i should
If i had any tears left to fall
I probably would give them all
Just for you so you could see
How much you had given me
If i could cry it would be in your name
I would let the pain out without any shame
Sadly there is no grief to give
No way to show my sadness lives
I apologize for my emptiness
And wish instead for your eternal bliss
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A Cry For Help
I need help to be free
To break these chains that have been placed on me
I need to scream
I'm tired of this washed out play
Verses finish the same every day
The other actors just get in my way
Lines have been scripted
Intentions drifted
Realities shifted
I'm sick of this self controlled
Lonely and cold
Doing what I'm told
There's a fire inside
I keep trying to hide
For fear of misinterpretation
Something could be lost in translation
Even though words are my form of procreation
I want to be expressive
Not merely...
To break these chains that have been placed on me
I need to scream
I'm tired of this washed out play
Verses finish the same every day
The other actors just get in my way
Lines have been scripted
Intentions drifted
Realities shifted
I'm sick of this self controlled
Lonely and cold
Doing what I'm told
There's a fire inside
I keep trying to hide
For fear of misinterpretation
Something could be lost in translation
Even though words are my form of procreation
I want to be expressive
Not merely...
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No Answer
When my bones have crumbled
Nothing left but dust
When the steel that once was my spine
Is covered in rust
When the rot and the worms
Have eaten their fill
And my useless mind is finally still
Do you think then
I will finally be free
Lost in the nothing
That keeps calling to me
Will i finally get
Some small measure of peace
Will there be any sign
Of relief in the least
Should i be damned then
As i am now
Completely unknowing
As to why or how
This perplexing question
Unsettles my composure
What is going...
Nothing left but dust
When the steel that once was my spine
Is covered in rust
When the rot and the worms
Have eaten their fill
And my useless mind is finally still
Do you think then
I will finally be free
Lost in the nothing
That keeps calling to me
Will i finally get
Some small measure of peace
Will there be any sign
Of relief in the least
Should i be damned then
As i am now
Completely unknowing
As to why or how
This perplexing question
Unsettles my composure
What is going...
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Dreamlands
Welcome back the shadows whisper
Deep inside my dreams
Perverted pleasures on display
Like giant theater screens
Coiled snakes in numbers
Too great to count
Slither on bare skin
Making me cry out
Bloody waters in vast expanses
Drown everything that was
A liquid so cold
It stabs me with fiery claws
Here in the the dreamlands
Is created that which shouldn't be
and everything that is
comes from the mind of me
Deep inside my dreams
Perverted pleasures on display
Like giant theater screens
Coiled snakes in numbers
Too great to count
Slither on bare skin
Making me cry out
Bloody waters in vast expanses
Drown everything that was
A liquid so cold
It stabs me with fiery claws
Here in the the dreamlands
Is created that which shouldn't be
and everything that is
comes from the mind of me
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Embrace
Silence screams what words cannot fathom
Darkness sees what the light cannot penetrate
In corners and quiet lies a knowledge
Unknown by the fearful creatures
Who cannot embrace their own monsters
Who cower at the thought of their nightmarish wants
Who tremble in the presence of the filthy desires they themselves harbor
The rest are warmed by the chilly embrace of the abyss
Darkness sees what the light cannot penetrate
In corners and quiet lies a knowledge
Unknown by the fearful creatures
Who cannot embrace their own monsters
Who cower at the thought of their nightmarish wants
Who tremble in the presence of the filthy desires they themselves harbor
The rest are warmed by the chilly embrace of the abyss
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Empty
An empty vessel
Too oddly shaped to
Hold more than meaningless little pieces
That serve no purpose
That have no reason for existence
The vessel has been broken
Put back together uncomplete
The little things fall out
Have to be replaced
Then one day the realization that the vessel will never be of use to you hits
So you throw it in the trash and go looking for something better
Too oddly shaped to
Hold more than meaningless little pieces
That serve no purpose
That have no reason for existence
The vessel has been broken
Put back together uncomplete
The little things fall out
Have to be replaced
Then one day the realization that the vessel will never be of use to you hits
So you throw it in the trash and go looking for something better
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Kiss Of Observation
I peered over the edge of my precipice
Down on the burgeoning humanity
Shouting words of caution
Warning of things they cannot see
The colors of danger shade existence
With purpose beyond my ability
Compromise of distcontentment
Creeping intelligence throughout diversity
Insanity creates genius
Delicious calamity
Sporadic caution
Chaos creates control
Can you not see
The apparition of my soul
I only want to help
To make them all feel whole
If only there were others
To see the view and pay the toll
Down on the burgeoning humanity
Shouting words of caution
Warning of things they cannot see
The colors of danger shade existence
With purpose beyond my ability
Compromise of distcontentment
Creeping intelligence throughout diversity
Insanity creates genius
Delicious calamity
Sporadic caution
Chaos creates control
Can you not see
The apparition of my soul
I only want to help
To make them all feel whole
If only there were others
To see the view and pay the toll
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Rise Out Of The Descent
First you fall so fast, so far, so deep inside of yourself, as anguish cradles you to soften the blow when you hit bottom. You want to weep. Feeling everything so intensely at once you become numb. Thinking yourself stuck forever you scramble up the walls of the abyss desperately searching for a way out. Each time you find something to grab and pull up with you feel a sense of dread growing within you. So strong you imagine the very walls themselves breathing. Watching. Waiting for a single hint of vulnerability in you. This stirs your anger, you move faster. The anger builds into a hot rage....
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To Whom It May Concern: On the State Of Your Soul
And who will judge the sins of old souls
making their endless turns around the world
Throughout the intensity of lifetimes
lived in sorrow and joy
Being cruel monsters and blameless innocents
within each turn the ones who save and
those who need saving
These who have created and destroyed
Who can judge them?
What punishments and rewards can you give to those who have had everything and nothing?
They know too much and cannot be stopped
Inside their minds exists a truth too vast for even
themselves to comprehend
The truth that this is all...
making their endless turns around the world
Throughout the intensity of lifetimes
lived in sorrow and joy
Being cruel monsters and blameless innocents
within each turn the ones who save and
those who need saving
These who have created and destroyed
Who can judge them?
What punishments and rewards can you give to those who have had everything and nothing?
They know too much and cannot be stopped
Inside their minds exists a truth too vast for even
themselves to comprehend
The truth that this is all...
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Call It Quits
Let us go take a swim
Just let me finish this bottle of pills
And my fifth of tequila
Then we will get in
Or how about a drive
Lets keep going
Off the edge of the cliff
See if anyone makes it out alive
Have you ever played that game
The one where you get hit by a car
Because you just stand there and stare
I think we should play it all the same
I know where we could get a gun
I have a something in mind
What do you think about a bullet to the head
Russian Roulette sounds like fun
I don't care...
Just let me finish this bottle of pills
And my fifth of tequila
Then we will get in
Or how about a drive
Lets keep going
Off the edge of the cliff
See if anyone makes it out alive
Have you ever played that game
The one where you get hit by a car
Because you just stand there and stare
I think we should play it all the same
I know where we could get a gun
I have a something in mind
What do you think about a bullet to the head
Russian Roulette sounds like fun
I don't care...
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