Submissions by PoisonApple
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Mostly just write horror or sad love poems. I haven't watched a lot of horror so my knowledge on it can be very limited. That makes it sometimes hard to write horror poetry so suggestions from you will be helpful!!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 2:53am
8th Mar 2015 2:53am
Persistence of Dark Vision
I will lose everything
No matter how hard I try to hold on
I won’t make it to the spring
If this continues I will be gone
I hate this feeling
The need to scream and cry
As if I’ve been crushed by the ceiling
I don’t know if I’m ready to say good-bye
I’m afraid of what will happen
Will it truly get any better?
Will Death come tapping,
On my door and take me forever?
What am I supposed to do?
I’ve talked to everyone I could.
This is something I wish I knew
I wish someone understood
It’s not just...
No matter how hard I try to hold on
I won’t make it to the spring
If this continues I will be gone
I hate this feeling
The need to scream and cry
As if I’ve been crushed by the ceiling
I don’t know if I’m ready to say good-bye
I’m afraid of what will happen
Will it truly get any better?
Will Death come tapping,
On my door and take me forever?
What am I supposed to do?
I’ve talked to everyone I could.
This is something I wish I knew
I wish someone understood
It’s not just...
773 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2015 2:49am
8th Mar 2015 2:49am
My Little Bird
Sing to me my little bird,
To help me get through the day.
Sing a song no one has heard,
A song free, light, and gay.
We’re trapped, my little bird, together,
In our own lonely, little cage.
Sing away the cold March weather,
Use your song for our pains, to assuage.
No matter how much he hates you, my little bird,
I will keep you safe from harm.
He thinks my love for you is absurd,
But he’s never here alone at this accursed farm.
Sometimes I look out at the poplar trees,
And I see those as my bars.
Just like...
To help me get through the day.
Sing a song no one has heard,
A song free, light, and gay.
We’re trapped, my little bird, together,
In our own lonely, little cage.
Sing away the cold March weather,
Use your song for our pains, to assuage.
No matter how much he hates you, my little bird,
I will keep you safe from harm.
He thinks my love for you is absurd,
But he’s never here alone at this accursed farm.
Sometimes I look out at the poplar trees,
And I see those as my bars.
Just like...
685 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 6:06pm
7th Mar 2015 6:06pm
The Girl from School
She walks with ghostly steps
Creeping towards her next victim
She kills with a bloody mess
Making all the students fear-stricken
She’s neither dead nor alive
She disappears out of thin air
I can hear her screams and cries
Through wallpaper her fingers tear
She has hair blacker than night.
Her smile sends shivers down my spine.
And even as I continue to write,
She stares and thinks, “that girl is mine.”
She licks her bloody lips
And gives me an evil grin.
On the floor her saliva drips.
I know my death is about to...
Creeping towards her next victim
She kills with a bloody mess
Making all the students fear-stricken
She’s neither dead nor alive
She disappears out of thin air
I can hear her screams and cries
Through wallpaper her fingers tear
She has hair blacker than night.
Her smile sends shivers down my spine.
And even as I continue to write,
She stares and thinks, “that girl is mine.”
She licks her bloody lips
And gives me an evil grin.
On the floor her saliva drips.
I know my death is about to...
736 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 5:34pm
7th Mar 2015 5:34pm
Writer's Block
Like a Butterfly's
wings clipped,
The beauty is gone.
Nothing left to do,
But wait for a new dawn.
Sitting here, crying myself
to sleep.
A sad little worm,
So ugly that others weep.
Though a few hope and are waiting,
For the beauty to grow back.
But what can a Butterfly
do without wings?
Whose only use now,
is become the Spider's snack.
wings clipped,
The beauty is gone.
Nothing left to do,
But wait for a new dawn.
Sitting here, crying myself
to sleep.
A sad little worm,
So ugly that others weep.
Though a few hope and are waiting,
For the beauty to grow back.
But what can a Butterfly
do without wings?
Whose only use now,
is become the Spider's snack.
678 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 00:23am
7th Mar 2015 00:23am
Sewing Death
Your life is sewn together by the hands of Fate
When she finishes, that is your Death
She finishes each one with unique taste
Making a story with your last breath
Her sewing machine is old and dusty
It creaks every time the wheel turns
The needle is covered with centuries of rust
She has a crooked smile as your soul returns
She’s pleased by the pain she sews into you
She admires her work as she creates
Throwing away her work once she is through
Starting a new one with a blank slate.
When she finishes, that is your Death
She finishes each one with unique taste
Making a story with your last breath
Her sewing machine is old and dusty
It creaks every time the wheel turns
The needle is covered with centuries of rust
She has a crooked smile as your soul returns
She’s pleased by the pain she sews into you
She admires her work as she creates
Throwing away her work once she is through
Starting a new one with a blank slate.
796 reads
9 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2015 00:21am
7th Mar 2015 00:21am
The Wardrobe
There is only one rule at Grandma’s house: don’t open the wardrobe in the attic. It’s a tall, black one with funny symbols all over it.
I've always done my best to do what Grandma tells me. My big brother, Ethan, told me that he’s been in the wardrobe several times. He won’t tell me what’s inside. He says I have to find that out for myself. I came really close once to opening it, to prove I could do the dare, but Mommy found me and I got in trouble before I opened it.
I asked Mommy what’s inside the wardrobe. She looked up at the attic and started to cry. She told...
I've always done my best to do what Grandma tells me. My big brother, Ethan, told me that he’s been in the wardrobe several times. He won’t tell me what’s inside. He says I have to find that out for myself. I came really close once to opening it, to prove I could do the dare, but Mommy found me and I got in trouble before I opened it.
I asked Mommy what’s inside the wardrobe. She looked up at the attic and started to cry. She told...
658 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 9:18am
6th Mar 2015 9:18am
What she Wants
Under the moon
Beneath the stars
In a city
Filled with cars
Driving around
Fast and free
By the road is a girl
Whom you can hardly see
Hiding in the dark
Gasping and crying
Yet smiling so bright
Blood dripping, as she’s dying
It’s what she wants
As the cold creeps over
Fading her memories away
Finally ending the torture
Beneath the stars
In a city
Filled with cars
Driving around
Fast and free
By the road is a girl
Whom you can hardly see
Hiding in the dark
Gasping and crying
Yet smiling so bright
Blood dripping, as she’s dying
It’s what she wants
As the cold creeps over
Fading her memories away
Finally ending the torture
685 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 9:16am
6th Mar 2015 9:16am
First Kiss (My first darkish poem)
Dark blood,
It was everywhere,
On my face,
On my shirt,
All over me,
Dripping down.
I was frozen in place.
He was right there,
Right next to me.
Then I tasted blood.
Thick, going down
My throat.
I pulled away.
He coughed blood on me.
He fell lifeless.
Killed.
Murdered.
The killer
Grinned at me
As he drove away.
It was everywhere,
On my face,
On my shirt,
All over me,
Dripping down.
I was frozen in place.
He was right there,
Right next to me.
Then I tasted blood.
Thick, going down
My throat.
I pulled away.
He coughed blood on me.
He fell lifeless.
Killed.
Murdered.
The killer
Grinned at me
As he drove away.
868 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 11:43pm
5th Mar 2015 11:43pm
Untitled
Little Girl, Little Girl
Don’t you want to play?
Can’t you see how nice I am?
There’s no need to run away.
Little Girl, Little girl
Don’t you know how much fun it would be?
Oh no, no that will not do
I cannot let you free.
Little Girl, Little girl
You have to understand me.
I mean you no harm
But you need to be with me.
Little girl, Little Girl
I can protect you from the outside.
All you have to do is
Be my Little Bride.
Don’t you want to play?
Can’t you see how nice I am?
There’s no need to run away.
Little Girl, Little girl
Don’t you know how much fun it would be?
Oh no, no that will not do
I cannot let you free.
Little Girl, Little girl
You have to understand me.
I mean you no harm
But you need to be with me.
Little girl, Little Girl
I can protect you from the outside.
All you have to do is
Be my Little Bride.
742 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 11:38pm
5th Mar 2015 11:38pm
Beast Disease
This monster that’s tearing through my skin
Coming out to devour all it can find
It will kill everyone with a drooling grin
It’s taking over and consuming my mind
All I want to do is eat and destroy
Especially slow running children
Plump little girls and boys
Screaming and staring at me, the villain
The soft, pure meat of humans
Blood dripping from my lips
I promise I don’t know what I’m doing
The beast is doing it, while my sanity slips
The beast is a disease
It spreads if you manage to survive my attack
A shadow that...
Coming out to devour all it can find
It will kill everyone with a drooling grin
It’s taking over and consuming my mind
All I want to do is eat and destroy
Especially slow running children
Plump little girls and boys
Screaming and staring at me, the villain
The soft, pure meat of humans
Blood dripping from my lips
I promise I don’t know what I’m doing
The beast is doing it, while my sanity slips
The beast is a disease
It spreads if you manage to survive my attack
A shadow that...
750 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 12:36pm
5th Mar 2015 12:36pm
Ear Parasites
Have you ever wondered why Earbuds break so easily?
Have you ever wondered why you get
that itchy feeling while wearing them?
It’s so you don’t end up having a horrible death.
First, little parasites go in them.
Then, they get filled up with your earwax
Then, the parasites crawl into your ears
and eat your earwax there,
that’s the itchy feeling
Months later they will lay their eggs in your ears.
When the eggs hatch they eat your earwax
and crawl in deeper towards your brain.
That’s when you’re about to die.
They eat and eat and eat...
Have you ever wondered why you get
that itchy feeling while wearing them?
It’s so you don’t end up having a horrible death.
First, little parasites go in them.
Then, they get filled up with your earwax
Then, the parasites crawl into your ears
and eat your earwax there,
that’s the itchy feeling
Months later they will lay their eggs in your ears.
When the eggs hatch they eat your earwax
and crawl in deeper towards your brain.
That’s when you’re about to die.
They eat and eat and eat...
680 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2015 12:32pm
5th Mar 2015 12:32pm
Pregnant With a Demon
I feel so sick
I’m about to throw up
There’s a demon in my stomach
Clawing it's way out, striving to live
How could this have happened to me?
My teeth cracked from grinding together in pain
My head hurts; it keeps me up all night moving
Swimming around waiting to get out and destroy this world.
I thought he was a man and I got so drunk at that party that I-
I didn't know what to do; he was so fast, I didn't know it was happening
But he was a monster, a demon, and he did this to me for his own personal pleasure.
I’m about to throw up
There’s a demon in my stomach
Clawing it's way out, striving to live
How could this have happened to me?
My teeth cracked from grinding together in pain
My head hurts; it keeps me up all night moving
Swimming around waiting to get out and destroy this world.
I thought he was a man and I got so drunk at that party that I-
I didn't know what to do; he was so fast, I didn't know it was happening
But he was a monster, a demon, and he did this to me for his own personal pleasure.
816 reads
6 Comments
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