Submissions by PleasuresOfPain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pleasures of pain is the name and writing keeps me sane.
SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Sep 2016 8:44pm
17th Sep 2016 8:44pm
Inhuman
I'm paranoid with voices in my head,
They tell me to do things all the time.
I take pills that make me feel dead,
I don't think anything can fix my mind.
I feel nervous and anxious,
My doctor thinks I'm a sadist
I'm bipolar I go through phases,
To myself I'm most dangerous.
I feel insanely inhuman in my life of ruin,
Sometimes my thoughts break me down.
I often forget the shit that I was doing,
I lost my mind and now it can't be found.
I feel nervous and anxious,
My doctor thinks I'm a sadist.
I'm bipolar I go through...
They tell me to do things all the time.
I take pills that make me feel dead,
I don't think anything can fix my mind.
I feel nervous and anxious,
My doctor thinks I'm a sadist
I'm bipolar I go through phases,
To myself I'm most dangerous.
I feel insanely inhuman in my life of ruin,
Sometimes my thoughts break me down.
I often forget the shit that I was doing,
I lost my mind and now it can't be found.
I feel nervous and anxious,
My doctor thinks I'm a sadist.
I'm bipolar I go through...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2016 00:13am
16th Sep 2016 00:13am
The Final Plan
When you feel like there's nothing left,
Of yourself or the life that you've made.
It's so easy to envision your own death,
When you feel lonely enough to be erased.
It may be just like you've imagined it to be,
With all your emotions that twist and shift.
You want nothing more than to be set free,
while angery you hit walls with your two fists.
Life for some is one agonizing tortuous ride,
Instead of making something out of yourself.
You instead start planning your own suicide,
An idea that you got from a book on a shelf.
My life...
Of yourself or the life that you've made.
It's so easy to envision your own death,
When you feel lonely enough to be erased.
It may be just like you've imagined it to be,
With all your emotions that twist and shift.
You want nothing more than to be set free,
while angery you hit walls with your two fists.
Life for some is one agonizing tortuous ride,
Instead of making something out of yourself.
You instead start planning your own suicide,
An idea that you got from a book on a shelf.
My life...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Sep 2016 8:01am
11th Sep 2016 8:01am
Evil Roots Part 1
I walked into my house and shut the door,
Turned to the stairs and crept up in silence.
I passed my parents room as they snored.
In a thought I envisioned murder and violence.
As I stood in the hall way I regained control,
If only for a moment before I blacked out again.
I felt anger stir inside and it shook my inner soul,
Then I heard a whisper saying; delete,kill,end...
I walked to my bedroom door and slipped inside,
I quietly went to my dresser and found the knife.
Then I slid it out of its sheath where it used to hide,
The time was...
Turned to the stairs and crept up in silence.
I passed my parents room as they snored.
In a thought I envisioned murder and violence.
As I stood in the hall way I regained control,
If only for a moment before I blacked out again.
I felt anger stir inside and it shook my inner soul,
Then I heard a whisper saying; delete,kill,end...
I walked to my bedroom door and slipped inside,
I quietly went to my dresser and found the knife.
Then I slid it out of its sheath where it used to hide,
The time was...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2016 2:26am
2nd Apr 2016 2:26am
Longing for your touch
So sad are these days without you here,
I must've thought about you nearly fifty times.
Although my heart still longs for your love,
I feel like I'm chasing memories while blind...
If there's hope for you and I in some other life,
I hope that one day we'll meet again my friend.
It's been misery since the day you left for good,
Your face flashes before my eyes again and again...
Without you here I'm falling to pieces,
Broken hearted I'm Missing you so much,
The pain inside never ever ceases,
All I long for is your gentle touch .
...
I must've thought about you nearly fifty times.
Although my heart still longs for your love,
I feel like I'm chasing memories while blind...
If there's hope for you and I in some other life,
I hope that one day we'll meet again my friend.
It's been misery since the day you left for good,
Your face flashes before my eyes again and again...
Without you here I'm falling to pieces,
Broken hearted I'm Missing you so much,
The pain inside never ever ceases,
All I long for is your gentle touch .
...
1097 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 10:20pm
22nd Mar 2016 10:20pm
Deep desire
I have deep desires to kill,
To expose my inner wrath.
The excitement and the thrill
While wearing a scary mask
I'd prey upon someone near
Sneak up on them and fright
Eager to Innitiate the fear
Of that sense of flight or fight.
The sweet rush of adrenaline,
Flooding over my every sense.
Drug someone with Ketamine
So the victim is not so tense.
I prepare the drug inside a needle
While awaiting within the darkness.
I love the rush I get from doing evil
the excitement is hard to harness.
To expose my inner wrath.
The excitement and the thrill
While wearing a scary mask
I'd prey upon someone near
Sneak up on them and fright
Eager to Innitiate the fear
Of that sense of flight or fight.
The sweet rush of adrenaline,
Flooding over my every sense.
Drug someone with Ketamine
So the victim is not so tense.
I prepare the drug inside a needle
While awaiting within the darkness.
I love the rush I get from doing evil
the excitement is hard to harness.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2016 3:19am
18th Mar 2016 3:19am
Shrink Session
My shrink told me I was antisocial,
Because I liked to avoid people,
I told the fucker I was going postal,
He says not to do anything illegal.
I stifled a laugh as he jotted notes,
I picked up a book and tossed it,
It collided with the stand of coats,
That stood nearby docs other shit.
He asked me how my drugs were,
Which ones I told him with a smirk,
The abilify leaves my mind a blur,
While the Effexor makes my leg jerk
As a matter of fact Doc I hate drugs,
At least the prescription ones I take
My dreams are filled...
Because I liked to avoid people,
I told the fucker I was going postal,
He says not to do anything illegal.
I stifled a laugh as he jotted notes,
I picked up a book and tossed it,
It collided with the stand of coats,
That stood nearby docs other shit.
He asked me how my drugs were,
Which ones I told him with a smirk,
The abilify leaves my mind a blur,
While the Effexor makes my leg jerk
As a matter of fact Doc I hate drugs,
At least the prescription ones I take
My dreams are filled...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 8:18am
11th Mar 2016 8:18am
Dream State
I can't sleep anymore,
My dreams are wicked.
Filled with blood and gore,
How'd they get this twisted?
Last night I dreamt of clowns,
They were stabbing my wife.
I even heard the sickly sounds,
As clowns plunged down the knife.
The night before that was worse,
I slit my wrists and overdosed.
My body was placed in a hearse,
Before realizing I was now a ghost,
A week ago I dreamt about animals,
I was walking in the woods alone.
Nearby a sign read;"Caution,Cannibals"
Soon after I gnawed my hand to the bone.
...
My dreams are wicked.
Filled with blood and gore,
How'd they get this twisted?
Last night I dreamt of clowns,
They were stabbing my wife.
I even heard the sickly sounds,
As clowns plunged down the knife.
The night before that was worse,
I slit my wrists and overdosed.
My body was placed in a hearse,
Before realizing I was now a ghost,
A week ago I dreamt about animals,
I was walking in the woods alone.
Nearby a sign read;"Caution,Cannibals"
Soon after I gnawed my hand to the bone.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 4:33pm
23rd Feb 2016 4:33pm
Alive
Cutting myself never felt more right,
The way the razor slices my flesh,
It's the pain that comes as delight,
It's the staple of my being at best.
When the emotions flood my head,
Is when I cut to feel the emotions stir,
Without the cutting I'm better off dead,
Because without the cuts life's a blur.
Don't hate me for being so bluntly honest,
It's the way I get myself through the worst,
I can't face myself without being modest,
The mutilation helps but it may be my curse.
I'm numb most of the time but I'm used to it,
Cutting...
The way the razor slices my flesh,
It's the pain that comes as delight,
It's the staple of my being at best.
When the emotions flood my head,
Is when I cut to feel the emotions stir,
Without the cutting I'm better off dead,
Because without the cuts life's a blur.
Don't hate me for being so bluntly honest,
It's the way I get myself through the worst,
I can't face myself without being modest,
The mutilation helps but it may be my curse.
I'm numb most of the time but I'm used to it,
Cutting...
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10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 6:36am
23rd Feb 2016 6:36am
One night stand.
As I lay here thinking about last night,
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
The ways you seduced me in by sight,
I was hooked by the first words you said.
From the other side of the bar you flirted,
As I mindlessly ordered drink after drink.
The Ms.Independant persona you asserted,
Had my mind reeling where I couldn't think.
While on my forth southern comfort potion,
You got up and proceeded to walk my way.
Time seemed to lapse as if in slow motion
As I quickly pondered with the words I'd say.
Before I knew it you were at...
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
The ways you seduced me in by sight,
I was hooked by the first words you said.
From the other side of the bar you flirted,
As I mindlessly ordered drink after drink.
The Ms.Independant persona you asserted,
Had my mind reeling where I couldn't think.
While on my forth southern comfort potion,
You got up and proceeded to walk my way.
Time seemed to lapse as if in slow motion
As I quickly pondered with the words I'd say.
Before I knew it you were at...
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7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2016 3:53am
24th Jan 2016 3:53am
Getting Even
I just stabbed my dad in the chest,
I plunged the knife deep to the hilt,
because he made my life a mess,
I didn't like the tension he had built,
As he stood there glaring and yelling,
I just swallowed my pride and took it,
but when he abused I began rebelling,
I couldn't take no more of his bull shit.
My father drank himself into a stupor,
he often fell to sleep watching football,
for my mom he wasn't the perfect suitor,
so I chose to drug his drink with Rohypnol.
When he got home from work he showered,
It was...
I plunged the knife deep to the hilt,
because he made my life a mess,
I didn't like the tension he had built,
As he stood there glaring and yelling,
I just swallowed my pride and took it,
but when he abused I began rebelling,
I couldn't take no more of his bull shit.
My father drank himself into a stupor,
he often fell to sleep watching football,
for my mom he wasn't the perfect suitor,
so I chose to drug his drink with Rohypnol.
When he got home from work he showered,
It was...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2016 5:55am
23rd Jan 2016 5:55am
Big Time Rush
The memory....
Of her image shimmering in the window,
the morning sunlight radiating in her eyes,
her beauty punctuated from head to toe,
she was as captivating as star lit skies...
Her smile...
expressed flawlessly upon her ruby red lips,
lips so sensual they aroused my every sense,
her lipstick matched the nails on her finger tips,
my infatuation towards her became more tense...
The thoughts...
Played over and over again within my mind,
the way her hair blew exotically in the breeze,
made me plead with God to make...
Of her image shimmering in the window,
the morning sunlight radiating in her eyes,
her beauty punctuated from head to toe,
she was as captivating as star lit skies...
Her smile...
expressed flawlessly upon her ruby red lips,
lips so sensual they aroused my every sense,
her lipstick matched the nails on her finger tips,
my infatuation towards her became more tense...
The thoughts...
Played over and over again within my mind,
the way her hair blew exotically in the breeze,
made me plead with God to make...
862 reads
4 Comments
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