Submissions by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not a poet.... I'm not a writer.... I'm just a dreamer.
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 8:27pm
19th Feb 2016 8:27pm
Incompleted
Incomplete Souls
Two eyes,
to observe,
one mouth,
to talk less.
One mind
to preserve,
One heart's,
emotion suppressed.
Lest I speak,
what runs in thought.
I might just seek,
but it'll all be for nought.
You who see me,
through lidded eyes.
Can you free me,
from the barricade in my mind.
The voices,
concocted,
affection disrupted.
Loyalty corrupted,
sharing vulnerability
like chocolates.
Despised for nothing.
Reeling, and spinning,
nothingness crawling,
into...
Two eyes,
to observe,
one mouth,
to talk less.
One mind
to preserve,
One heart's,
emotion suppressed.
Lest I speak,
what runs in thought.
I might just seek,
but it'll all be for nought.
You who see me,
through lidded eyes.
Can you free me,
from the barricade in my mind.
The voices,
concocted,
affection disrupted.
Loyalty corrupted,
sharing vulnerability
like chocolates.
Despised for nothing.
Reeling, and spinning,
nothingness crawling,
into...
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9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Dec 2015 2:48pm
24th Dec 2015 2:48pm
Retreating Shadows
Lonesome Christmas
On a Holy Dark night,
I sit on the window sill.
I watch from the inside,
branches standing eerily still.
No moon, or stars
No light or reflection.
Baring memories in shards.
As my soul breathes in exasperation.
The Shadows they stretch
with unearthly ease.
As if carefully sketched,
to move with the breeze.
Time ticks on by,
the silence ceases.
As outside,
the symphony increases.
Trapped by intangible walls,
I am locked in by pain.
Only...
On a Holy Dark night,
I sit on the window sill.
I watch from the inside,
branches standing eerily still.
No moon, or stars
No light or reflection.
Baring memories in shards.
As my soul breathes in exasperation.
The Shadows they stretch
with unearthly ease.
As if carefully sketched,
to move with the breeze.
Time ticks on by,
the silence ceases.
As outside,
the symphony increases.
Trapped by intangible walls,
I am locked in by pain.
Only...
730 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2015 3:43am
27th Nov 2015 3:43am
Here Comes The Wicked
Damned Sinner's Land
I slither
like a snake
about to take,
what's mine
in a quick,
flick,
and blind those,
that oppose
my almighty blow.
I, the one that
climbs
the walls, of hell,
to bring forth,
the horde of mutated mongrels,
with fresh flesh falling
off ragged teeth
in neat sinister art of the beneath,
Corroding and defiling
the rich soil,
followed by turmoil,
as the innocent recoil,
in the greatness,
of my potent
power expanding to
choke the angelic,
into...
I slither
like a snake
about to take,
what's mine
in a quick,
flick,
and blind those,
that oppose
my almighty blow.
I, the one that
climbs
the walls, of hell,
to bring forth,
the horde of mutated mongrels,
with fresh flesh falling
off ragged teeth
in neat sinister art of the beneath,
Corroding and defiling
the rich soil,
followed by turmoil,
as the innocent recoil,
in the greatness,
of my potent
power expanding to
choke the angelic,
into...
597 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2015 6:02pm
7th Oct 2015 6:02pm
Definitely Not An Ode
We've Learnt The Hard Way
Keep spoon feeding Fairy tale lies
to your children
meant to quenched their curiosity.
What happens when that eccentric
scene is shattered,
by a wolf clad as a 'Prince Charming'
wannabe?
It'll eat their hearts,
and crush it into bits,
till nothing but shoveled dirt is left.
Oh but Cindarella had a Godmother,
who was probably a demon,
bargaining for her soul at best.
Maybe I'm being a little morbid,
see, the realism is unsightly,
since the theory is unsolidified.
I say, fuck that...
Keep spoon feeding Fairy tale lies
to your children
meant to quenched their curiosity.
What happens when that eccentric
scene is shattered,
by a wolf clad as a 'Prince Charming'
wannabe?
It'll eat their hearts,
and crush it into bits,
till nothing but shoveled dirt is left.
Oh but Cindarella had a Godmother,
who was probably a demon,
bargaining for her soul at best.
Maybe I'm being a little morbid,
see, the realism is unsightly,
since the theory is unsolidified.
I say, fuck that...
810 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 2:49pm
2nd Oct 2015 2:49pm
Babble
Blocked
The perfect words
on a blank sheet.
Just a title,
handwriting neat.
But nothing else.
The words they are there,
no really,
they are.
But trying to jut them down,
is another thing,
for the past 2 hrs and still can't
seem to start.
'Words, words come to me,"
The ink from my pen,
about to explode.
The crystallized letters
from the tip,
to toe.
The hell.
Come on ... write on!
Just set that spill on fire.
Think brain think,
Which one of my...
The perfect words
on a blank sheet.
Just a title,
handwriting neat.
But nothing else.
The words they are there,
no really,
they are.
But trying to jut them down,
is another thing,
for the past 2 hrs and still can't
seem to start.
'Words, words come to me,"
The ink from my pen,
about to explode.
The crystallized letters
from the tip,
to toe.
The hell.
Come on ... write on!
Just set that spill on fire.
Think brain think,
Which one of my...
780 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 9:43pm
28th Sep 2015 9:43pm
In Reality
It's Pretty Sad
I realized something today.
It's not something big,
just something rather sad.
Something that I thought
wouldn't matter,
a problem that I didn't know I had.
It's pretty sad,
to realize that I can only
express my thoughts on paper.
Fragments of my true
thinking will only be
painted in abstract nature.
Sentiments and feelings,
that ate inside,
that can't I express;
The unhealing gashes,
upon my soul,
that have been repressed.
It's Pretty Sad
I don't think,
I...
I realized something today.
It's not something big,
just something rather sad.
Something that I thought
wouldn't matter,
a problem that I didn't know I had.
It's pretty sad,
to realize that I can only
express my thoughts on paper.
Fragments of my true
thinking will only be
painted in abstract nature.
Sentiments and feelings,
that ate inside,
that can't I express;
The unhealing gashes,
upon my soul,
that have been repressed.
It's Pretty Sad
I don't think,
I...
866 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 2:32pm
14th Sep 2015 2:32pm
From Unknown
Dear Stranger:
Without the knowledge of your name,
I write.
There's just something about you,
maybe it's your vibe.
Torn jeans and faded Tees,
How is your day?
Tattered boots, a torn school bag,
you've walked pass my house every day,
for several years.
With gaunt eyes, you look real
tired, as bags haunt beneath.
I must confess I'm worried,
that you don't get much sleep.
Your house sounds like a
war field.
Your parents go at it ever day.
You drown out the argument,
but can you tell me, dear...
Without the knowledge of your name,
I write.
There's just something about you,
maybe it's your vibe.
Torn jeans and faded Tees,
How is your day?
Tattered boots, a torn school bag,
you've walked pass my house every day,
for several years.
With gaunt eyes, you look real
tired, as bags haunt beneath.
I must confess I'm worried,
that you don't get much sleep.
Your house sounds like a
war field.
Your parents go at it ever day.
You drown out the argument,
but can you tell me, dear...
661 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Aug 2015 6:14pm
30th Aug 2015 6:14pm
Lullaby for my Minions
center]Hush Little Baby
Hush Little Minions
[i]Hush little Minions
Please be still
You need a good look
to make a kill.
When the dream to kill
comes true.
I'll give you the signal
and you take your cue.
And as you go about,
doing my deed.
Rip out a soul
for me to feed.
Bring me dead,
pierced by thorns.
A need to release,
into its deep throat.
Calling unto spirits,
to fetch me the rum.
Watching as the stillborns
make me cum.
My little minions
there's enough to...
Hush Little Minions
[i]Hush little Minions
Please be still
You need a good look
to make a kill.
When the dream to kill
comes true.
I'll give you the signal
and you take your cue.
And as you go about,
doing my deed.
Rip out a soul
for me to feed.
Bring me dead,
pierced by thorns.
A need to release,
into its deep throat.
Calling unto spirits,
to fetch me the rum.
Watching as the stillborns
make me cum.
My little minions
there's enough to...
744 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Aug 2015 2:20pm
28th Aug 2015 2:20pm
Carnally Casual
Downtown Bar
The atmosphere was set
as he winked at me from the opposite side.
Our eyes connect,
the attraction too hard to deny.
The thirst for something more,
only has me wetting my feet in something less.
Even if I know it's not something sure,
at least I can drown a bit in the ecstasy of the moment.
A drink in courtesy of the gentleman on the right.
The bartender smiles,
and winks at me sending another drink on the house,
before the ending of the night.
So I have, the anonymously confident, ...
The atmosphere was set
as he winked at me from the opposite side.
Our eyes connect,
the attraction too hard to deny.
The thirst for something more,
only has me wetting my feet in something less.
Even if I know it's not something sure,
at least I can drown a bit in the ecstasy of the moment.
A drink in courtesy of the gentleman on the right.
The bartender smiles,
and winks at me sending another drink on the house,
before the ending of the night.
So I have, the anonymously confident, ...
864 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Aug 2015 3:26pm
24th Aug 2015 3:26pm
As The Music Fades
A Fading Song
I can hear a song fading,
in the distance.
A song that once played loud,
without resistance.
It was an exquisite
unmistakable rhythm
that caressed my heart.
It made the butterflies fly,
overwhelming inside,
with crippling warmth .
Eargasms after the song
that played with strength.
A never ending tune
that stretched even more in length.
Oh but how I dance to it,
sang with it,
thinking it would never end.
Like a...
I can hear a song fading,
in the distance.
A song that once played loud,
without resistance.
It was an exquisite
unmistakable rhythm
that caressed my heart.
It made the butterflies fly,
overwhelming inside,
with crippling warmth .
Eargasms after the song
that played with strength.
A never ending tune
that stretched even more in length.
Oh but how I dance to it,
sang with it,
thinking it would never end.
Like a...
915 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 9:32pm
19th Aug 2015 9:32pm
The Mask Maker
Mask Maker
He stitches and connects
Pins and needles collect,
The mask that never fades,
the wounds that won't be covered by band aids.
Bondaged wrists,
Painting designs with a swish
Molding exquisite figures.
Without the use of pictures.
To hide a face
That only a mother would embrace.,
Obscuring the mutated surface
that causes a child's grimace.
The masker abides
within the shadow he lies,
Not a peck or a word,
intentions obscured.
Threading the needle,
by the light of a candle.
Taking his...
He stitches and connects
Pins and needles collect,
The mask that never fades,
the wounds that won't be covered by band aids.
Bondaged wrists,
Painting designs with a swish
Molding exquisite figures.
Without the use of pictures.
To hide a face
That only a mother would embrace.,
Obscuring the mutated surface
that causes a child's grimace.
The masker abides
within the shadow he lies,
Not a peck or a word,
intentions obscured.
Threading the needle,
by the light of a candle.
Taking his...
915 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2015 11:40pm
27th Jul 2015 11:40pm
I LOST IT
I Lost it
Was I game from the start?
Oh such an innocent heart
surrendered,
unto a cold unfeeling boulder,
of humanity more
barbarian than any have thought.
The failure in the rebel,
against Royalty blooded by
the corruption of men,
innocents tainted,
broken lamb to slaughter
for the laughter of
such wretched leeching
bastards of hell.
I stood my ground,
all for naught,
withstanding countless torment.
the wince of iron,
striking fire,
unto a destroyed soul, ...
Was I game from the start?
Oh such an innocent heart
surrendered,
unto a cold unfeeling boulder,
of humanity more
barbarian than any have thought.
The failure in the rebel,
against Royalty blooded by
the corruption of men,
innocents tainted,
broken lamb to slaughter
for the laughter of
such wretched leeching
bastards of hell.
I stood my ground,
all for naught,
withstanding countless torment.
the wince of iron,
striking fire,
unto a destroyed soul, ...
937 reads
8 Comments
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