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
13th Mar 2015 11:22pm
13th Mar 2015 11:22pm
A Haunting Love
center]Broken
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I start my day,
with the echoes of you.
The echoes that are in my heart,
but an empty room.
The nightmare that still
lingers,
from the night before.
You invade my sleep,
all in a blur.
A dull ache stalks me,
through out the day.
I see your face,
on every person who walks
my way.
My fright and pain
are clogged up in my throat.
I'm suffocated my the...
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I start my day,
with the echoes of you.
The echoes that are in my heart,
but an empty room.
The nightmare that still
lingers,
from the night before.
You invade my sleep,
all in a blur.
A dull ache stalks me,
through out the day.
I see your face,
on every person who walks
my way.
My fright and pain
are clogged up in my throat.
I'm suffocated my the...
871 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 8:32pm
13th Mar 2015 8:32pm
Split Personality
Conversing with Darker
I'm not as ugly as I think, you know.
Really? Your normal bed head looks like you got wasted the night before.
It's a natural bush.
Yeah, ... keep telling yourself that ... just like how the new dealer tried to convince you he got real kush.
No, he was bullshit.
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By the Gods, why does he look so handsome?
I don't know, ask him. Oh wait, whenever he comes, you disappear down the hall like a cunt.
Fuck off, I'm shy.
...
I'm not as ugly as I think, you know.
Really? Your normal bed head looks like you got wasted the night before.
It's a natural bush.
Yeah, ... keep telling yourself that ... just like how the new dealer tried to convince you he got real kush.
No, he was bullshit.
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By the Gods, why does he look so handsome?
I don't know, ask him. Oh wait, whenever he comes, you disappear down the hall like a cunt.
Fuck off, I'm shy.
...
932 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 00:06am
13th Mar 2015 00:06am
The Last Poem
Beautifully Dead Words
The end is but the beginning.
Life has granted me with words.
A chance to say goodbye to breathing,
for in death, words are needed no more.
Whether they be read, or not.
A care is not really given.
Though appreciated are the compliments,
the words that I just love writing.
Never thought it would be so soon,
I must say.
Then again, I'm to meet my reaper.
Scenting the end nigh,
I bloom instead of wither.
I thank the universe for a chance.
The Gods have...
The end is but the beginning.
Life has granted me with words.
A chance to say goodbye to breathing,
for in death, words are needed no more.
Whether they be read, or not.
A care is not really given.
Though appreciated are the compliments,
the words that I just love writing.
Never thought it would be so soon,
I must say.
Then again, I'm to meet my reaper.
Scenting the end nigh,
I bloom instead of wither.
I thank the universe for a chance.
The Gods have...
866 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 5:55pm
27th Feb 2015 5:55pm
Unisex Public Bathroom
Seriously?
If your hose is too short,
I'm not exactly saying that it is...
or if your pump is too weak,
which it probably is...
would it kill you to stand
a little bit closer,
and avoid pissing on the
damn seat.
If your hose is too short,
I'm not exactly saying that it is...
or if your pump is too weak,
which it probably is...
would it kill you to stand
a little bit closer,
and avoid pissing on the
damn seat.
679 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 5:37pm
27th Feb 2015 5:37pm
Foreboding the Rain
It's not,
just another rainy day.
The sun was hot,
So I hid it's rays.
I stole it's soul.
I am power.
I ate it whole,
magnetic wonder.
The piercing scream,
of my inner torture,
has tipped the field
of madness,
I'm on the slaughter.
I have no control,
The rain is turning into
a storm.
A Hurricane in the making,
reaping innocent souls.
My tears, are hidden
beneath drops of rain.
And I stand on a cliff,
alone, and in...
just another rainy day.
The sun was hot,
So I hid it's rays.
I stole it's soul.
I am power.
I ate it whole,
magnetic wonder.
The piercing scream,
of my inner torture,
has tipped the field
of madness,
I'm on the slaughter.
I have no control,
The rain is turning into
a storm.
A Hurricane in the making,
reaping innocent souls.
My tears, are hidden
beneath drops of rain.
And I stand on a cliff,
alone, and in...
861 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 9:02pm
23rd Feb 2015 9:02pm
My Dark Valentine
Silver Tears,
and twinkling lights.
The lunar eclipse,
engulfs the night.
This heart is filled
with empty sighs.
An unnatural agony,
on this moonlit Valentine
How do I take back
the attachment,
that keeps me hypnotized,
by your presence?
The melting clocks
of history passing by.
I wish I had the power,
to freeze over time.
Just for a mili-second,
to stop perfection
in the connection,
of our thumping beats.
I should have reckon,
the destruction,
no protection, ...
and twinkling lights.
The lunar eclipse,
engulfs the night.
This heart is filled
with empty sighs.
An unnatural agony,
on this moonlit Valentine
How do I take back
the attachment,
that keeps me hypnotized,
by your presence?
The melting clocks
of history passing by.
I wish I had the power,
to freeze over time.
Just for a mili-second,
to stop perfection
in the connection,
of our thumping beats.
I should have reckon,
the destruction,
no protection, ...
1265 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 3:06am
13th Feb 2015 3:06am
Unsweet
center]Go Suck A Dick
What you scowling for?
You mad bitch
just because everyone
now knows,
you a hoe?
Your disease genitals,
aren’t even worth
slicing for hate.
I know some one
who's into girls like you,
he'll enjoy you,
I bet.
So don't look at me
with your exaggerated
bozo make-up.
Fuck you and your fucking
existence,
cause I hate your fucking
guts.
So go suck a dick,
you fucking spaz,
We all know,
you good at it.[/center]
What you scowling for?
You mad bitch
just because everyone
now knows,
you a hoe?
Your disease genitals,
aren’t even worth
slicing for hate.
I know some one
who's into girls like you,
he'll enjoy you,
I bet.
So don't look at me
with your exaggerated
bozo make-up.
Fuck you and your fucking
existence,
cause I hate your fucking
guts.
So go suck a dick,
you fucking spaz,
We all know,
you good at it.[/center]
772 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2015 2:07am
13th Feb 2015 2:07am
A Lot Too Late
A Lot Too Late
Too near to you,
intoxicating,
causing a butterfly effect.
Speeding pulse,
full of lust
my thick walls begin
to break.
It's too late to say,
too late to return.
Too late for you to play,
that you didn't see
my hurt.
Too late to restart,
too late to glue back
the cup.
The throbbing inside me,
I can tell you simply,
...that it sucks.
Too late, my mind and
heart are at a blood thirsty war.
Trying to ease my torture,
with any booze at whichever ...
Too near to you,
intoxicating,
causing a butterfly effect.
Speeding pulse,
full of lust
my thick walls begin
to break.
It's too late to say,
too late to return.
Too late for you to play,
that you didn't see
my hurt.
Too late to restart,
too late to glue back
the cup.
The throbbing inside me,
I can tell you simply,
...that it sucks.
Too late, my mind and
heart are at a blood thirsty war.
Trying to ease my torture,
with any booze at whichever ...
781 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2015 5:05pm
20th Jan 2015 5:05pm
Nursery Rhymes
Mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal.
One day as Mary slept,
he slipped in to raped her
fucking soul.
Jack and Jill
were Queen and King.
Force up the hill for slaughter.
Beheaded were both,
Jack's first,
and Jill's came tumbling after.
Mary Mary
You're quiet the contrary
Will you show me your
garden of corpse?
How about your instrument of tortures,
bells and shells,
ready the maids guillotine for murder.
As London bridges fall down,
the truth comes out,
innocent infantile souls,...
its heart was black as coal.
One day as Mary slept,
he slipped in to raped her
fucking soul.
Jack and Jill
were Queen and King.
Force up the hill for slaughter.
Beheaded were both,
Jack's first,
and Jill's came tumbling after.
Mary Mary
You're quiet the contrary
Will you show me your
garden of corpse?
How about your instrument of tortures,
bells and shells,
ready the maids guillotine for murder.
As London bridges fall down,
the truth comes out,
innocent infantile souls,...
825 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jan 2015 1:19am
10th Jan 2015 1:19am
The Pounding
The Pounding
The pounding of,
The beating of,
The sounds that won’t stop.
The aching for,
The thirst for more,
Crawling its way to the top.
Scaly and repugnant,
the scent of thousands of corpses,
burn through my system.
Memories of importance,
body infested by roaches,
of someone no longer existent.
From where does it emerge?
And what’s the origin?
Some say it was made by hate,
And darkness conceived it.
It drags itself closer.
It hungers for flesh.
Magnetized and in terror,
I’m drawn into the...
The pounding of,
The beating of,
The sounds that won’t stop.
The aching for,
The thirst for more,
Crawling its way to the top.
Scaly and repugnant,
the scent of thousands of corpses,
burn through my system.
Memories of importance,
body infested by roaches,
of someone no longer existent.
From where does it emerge?
And what’s the origin?
Some say it was made by hate,
And darkness conceived it.
It drags itself closer.
It hungers for flesh.
Magnetized and in terror,
I’m drawn into the...
747 reads
4 Comments
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