Submissions by PleasuresOfPain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pleasures of pain is the name and writing keeps me sane.
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2017 6:54am
19th Apr 2017 6:54am
One pill,two pill,three pill,four...
I take two pills in the morning,
To make my emotions numb.
They make life not so boring,
Even though i feel more dumb.
I take two more pills at night,
To make me go sound asleep.
I have vivid dreams that fright,
A blissful slumber's obsolete.
My shrink prescribed me Prozac,
For my depression and anxiety.
I dread having another panic attack,
It prevents all normality in society.
I hope these pills will make me change
Although I feel quite dreadful mentally.
The side effects are weird and strange, ...
To make my emotions numb.
They make life not so boring,
Even though i feel more dumb.
I take two more pills at night,
To make me go sound asleep.
I have vivid dreams that fright,
A blissful slumber's obsolete.
My shrink prescribed me Prozac,
For my depression and anxiety.
I dread having another panic attack,
It prevents all normality in society.
I hope these pills will make me change
Although I feel quite dreadful mentally.
The side effects are weird and strange, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2017 7:18am
28th Jan 2017 7:18am
Battlefield Of Scars
Today I cut myself again,
I tried to ignore the urge.
Cutting is the way I vent,
Though it's not encouraged.
I had a lot of built up stress
That I've kept inside too long.
Like a heavy weight on my chest,
Now that I've cut,the stress is gone
My arms are the battlefield of scars,
visual reminders of the pain endured.
Emotional burdens with intricate parts,
Complex problems that life has lured.
It's been going on for quite some time,
I used to do it at least ten times a day.
The cutting has ways...
I tried to ignore the urge.
Cutting is the way I vent,
Though it's not encouraged.
I had a lot of built up stress
That I've kept inside too long.
Like a heavy weight on my chest,
Now that I've cut,the stress is gone
My arms are the battlefield of scars,
visual reminders of the pain endured.
Emotional burdens with intricate parts,
Complex problems that life has lured.
It's been going on for quite some time,
I used to do it at least ten times a day.
The cutting has ways...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2017 10:42pm
7th Jan 2017 10:42pm
Damaged Goods
I ain't gonna lie I'm terrified,
Scared to the bone and so alone.
So much pain's still deep inside,
My scars are paramount to the life I own.
I'm desperate to kill all this pain away,
I cut myself on my arms to flirt with death.
Sorta pleasurable to see my skin filleted,
I carved the word "broken" on my chest.
Scared to the bone and so alone.
So much pain's still deep inside,
My scars are paramount to the life I own.
I'm desperate to kill all this pain away,
I cut myself on my arms to flirt with death.
Sorta pleasurable to see my skin filleted,
I carved the word "broken" on my chest.
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Nov 2016 4:57pm
14th Nov 2016 4:57pm
Nobody
From where I stand,
The world looks empty.
I feel deserted,alone,
a nobody amongst many.
I wander the world blindly,
without a care or concern.
I'm just a shadow unseen,
the world continues to turn.
I don't belong here I'm sure,
My existence isn't known.
I live in a paradox of time,
Without a place to call home.
Why should I go on like this,
Darkness will soon consume.
I can't go on like this forever,
Born into chaos,I'll die in ruin.
The world looks empty.
I feel deserted,alone,
a nobody amongst many.
I wander the world blindly,
without a care or concern.
I'm just a shadow unseen,
the world continues to turn.
I don't belong here I'm sure,
My existence isn't known.
I live in a paradox of time,
Without a place to call home.
Why should I go on like this,
Darkness will soon consume.
I can't go on like this forever,
Born into chaos,I'll die in ruin.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2016 00:41am
12th Nov 2016 00:41am
Arsenal Of Addictions
The afflictions behind all my addictions,
Force me out of the reality I've created.
Unable to be in control of my emotions,
Reminds me of the life I've always hated.
Desperation leads me through madness,
I can't seem to get a grip upon this reality,
While high I lay dormant while still in torment,
I hate my fucking life for its filled with humility.
My aggressions are fueled by lies and deception,
Everybody wants control of my every decisions,
Why can't anyone leave me to my own burdens?
I fucked my own life up with my arsenal of...
Force me out of the reality I've created.
Unable to be in control of my emotions,
Reminds me of the life I've always hated.
Desperation leads me through madness,
I can't seem to get a grip upon this reality,
While high I lay dormant while still in torment,
I hate my fucking life for its filled with humility.
My aggressions are fueled by lies and deception,
Everybody wants control of my every decisions,
Why can't anyone leave me to my own burdens?
I fucked my own life up with my arsenal of...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 3:54am
11th Nov 2016 3:54am
Final countdown
Needle in hand,
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
820 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2016 5:24pm
9th Nov 2016 5:24pm
Many Wonders
There are so many wonders in the sky above,
With stars that twinkle amongst a pale moon.
Such a wonderful sight from where I'm standing,
It's almost morning and the sun will rise soon...
With stars that twinkle amongst a pale moon.
Such a wonderful sight from where I'm standing,
It's almost morning and the sun will rise soon...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2016 7:32am
6th Nov 2016 7:32am
Out Of Sync
With so much on my mind,
I've found it difficult to think.
All I have is tons of idle time,
My brain feels so out of sync.
My thoughts never tend to stop,
In these times when I feel insane.
The only thing that helps is pot
When the high stimulates my brain.
I've contemplated suicide at times,
I thought it'd make the pain cease.
But where darkness is evil thrives,
A place that turns you into a beast.
Constant bad thoughts fuel all havoc,
Where fear gives way to heavy panic.
I become a victim to something tragic,
Filled...
I've found it difficult to think.
All I have is tons of idle time,
My brain feels so out of sync.
My thoughts never tend to stop,
In these times when I feel insane.
The only thing that helps is pot
When the high stimulates my brain.
I've contemplated suicide at times,
I thought it'd make the pain cease.
But where darkness is evil thrives,
A place that turns you into a beast.
Constant bad thoughts fuel all havoc,
Where fear gives way to heavy panic.
I become a victim to something tragic,
Filled...
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6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2016 7:42am
6th Oct 2016 7:42am
Mr.Bourbon
I drank away the pain again,
with Mr.Bourbon my sole friend.
He listened to my ramblings,
As I touched base on everything,
What started as fun ended in rage,
I ended up getting my 12 gauge.
I caressed the steel and loaded it,
Mr.Bourbon and me,the lunatic.
A drank until the early morning hours,
I wasn't feeling peachy amongst flowers.
Instead I felt like a maggot on dry land,
All tipsy and drunk like I ordinary am.
Mr.Bourbon poured me another glass,
While It sloshed on me and splashed.
I backed away clumsily and...
with Mr.Bourbon my sole friend.
He listened to my ramblings,
As I touched base on everything,
What started as fun ended in rage,
I ended up getting my 12 gauge.
I caressed the steel and loaded it,
Mr.Bourbon and me,the lunatic.
A drank until the early morning hours,
I wasn't feeling peachy amongst flowers.
Instead I felt like a maggot on dry land,
All tipsy and drunk like I ordinary am.
Mr.Bourbon poured me another glass,
While It sloshed on me and splashed.
I backed away clumsily and...
567 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2016 7:03am
6th Oct 2016 7:03am
Remnants Of Myself
I've never felt more alone than I do now,
living life has been a struggle to exist.
Every day my thoughts are dark and foul,
Like thinking about cutting both my wrists.
I'm not seeking attention by what I've shared,
It's just that I'm hoping someone could relate.
Relate to a life that has been emotional impaired,
Filled with loathing and large amounts of self hate.
My mom died 7 months ago and I miss her much,
I miss our talks.laughs,and endless joyful moments
Between a mother and her son filled with lots of love,
Now those memories are...
living life has been a struggle to exist.
Every day my thoughts are dark and foul,
Like thinking about cutting both my wrists.
I'm not seeking attention by what I've shared,
It's just that I'm hoping someone could relate.
Relate to a life that has been emotional impaired,
Filled with loathing and large amounts of self hate.
My mom died 7 months ago and I miss her much,
I miss our talks.laughs,and endless joyful moments
Between a mother and her son filled with lots of love,
Now those memories are...
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5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Sep 2016 9:01am
20th Sep 2016 9:01am
Deathly Confession
One night last summer my friends and I did something awful,
At the time we were fucked up on a whole shit load of meth.
That doesn't make what we did right I know it was unlawful ,
While we sat around high we talked about torture and death.
My friend Brian was the one who actually put the idea out there,
He once told me that his mom used to torture him with a twitch
Brian was the type of person who killed helpless animals on a dare,
I remember when he made a dog eat adderal until it fell over sick.
My other friend Georgie was the goth and he...
At the time we were fucked up on a whole shit load of meth.
That doesn't make what we did right I know it was unlawful ,
While we sat around high we talked about torture and death.
My friend Brian was the one who actually put the idea out there,
He once told me that his mom used to torture him with a twitch
Brian was the type of person who killed helpless animals on a dare,
I remember when he made a dog eat adderal until it fell over sick.
My other friend Georgie was the goth and he...
757 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2016 4:01am
20th Sep 2016 4:01am
Evil Roots Part 2.
As I stood there naked with senses heightened,
My pulse began to quicken as my urges grew.
Envisioning my parents frantic and frightened,
after introducing them to a son they never knew.
All of a sudden I heard shuffling footsteps from somewhere,
The sounds were slightly muffled as they got more enhanced,
I thought I seen a human shadow but wasn't sure who was there,
If I was going to go through with this then this was my chance.
I walked towards the bathroom door which was now closed,
I heard the toilet flush and the sink come on a few seconds...
My pulse began to quicken as my urges grew.
Envisioning my parents frantic and frightened,
after introducing them to a son they never knew.
All of a sudden I heard shuffling footsteps from somewhere,
The sounds were slightly muffled as they got more enhanced,
I thought I seen a human shadow but wasn't sure who was there,
If I was going to go through with this then this was my chance.
I walked towards the bathroom door which was now closed,
I heard the toilet flush and the sink come on a few seconds...
512 reads
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