Submissions by Pxigc (P)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Pathetic Boy
You called me a whore, you said I was useless.
You even told me I was pathetic,
but guess what, you're pathetic for saying I was.
If anything I'm sympathetic,
I felt sorry for you and your fuckin' life story.
I fell for you and your fuckin' deceitful words.
That's not even the worst part, you verbally abused me everyday for your self glory.
So why did I stay? Because every time you nearly lost me you spilt feelings that were slurred.
But this is it, this is the last time you'll hurt me.
This is the last time time you'll see my face,
and if you ever try...
You even told me I was pathetic,
but guess what, you're pathetic for saying I was.
If anything I'm sympathetic,
I felt sorry for you and your fuckin' life story.
I fell for you and your fuckin' deceitful words.
That's not even the worst part, you verbally abused me everyday for your self glory.
So why did I stay? Because every time you nearly lost me you spilt feelings that were slurred.
But this is it, this is the last time you'll hurt me.
This is the last time time you'll see my face,
and if you ever try...
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Dying Rainbow
Red, orange, yellow,
they all just started to fade.
Green, blue, violet.
First releasing red with a blade.
Red, orange, yellow,
after red its oranges turn.
Green, blue, violet.
This one, it decides to burn.
Red, orange, yellow,
yellow is leaked of its shine.
Green, blue, violet.
This color has died, no longer mine.
Red, orange, yellow,
green is pulled from its root.
Green, blue, violet.
Its remains we loot.
Red, orange, yellow,
blue was filled with too much grief.
Green, blue, violet.
It's life had...
they all just started to fade.
Green, blue, violet.
First releasing red with a blade.
Red, orange, yellow,
after red its oranges turn.
Green, blue, violet.
This one, it decides to burn.
Red, orange, yellow,
yellow is leaked of its shine.
Green, blue, violet.
This color has died, no longer mine.
Red, orange, yellow,
green is pulled from its root.
Green, blue, violet.
Its remains we loot.
Red, orange, yellow,
blue was filled with too much grief.
Green, blue, violet.
It's life had...
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Seeds of Broken Love
You planted seeds in my wrists
and buried them with my skin.
They were watered by thick red mists
and they were fed by your sins.
Every time you hurt me
was when the flower grew most.
Soon the flower sprouted to be
and you didn't seem the slightest engrossed.
A rose was what had grown,
its thorns cutting through my veins.
Its roots were seeping deep in my bone,
I had to set myself free of all these pains.
I tore the rose away from me.
You're gone, now I'm free.
and buried them with my skin.
They were watered by thick red mists
and they were fed by your sins.
Every time you hurt me
was when the flower grew most.
Soon the flower sprouted to be
and you didn't seem the slightest engrossed.
A rose was what had grown,
its thorns cutting through my veins.
Its roots were seeping deep in my bone,
I had to set myself free of all these pains.
I tore the rose away from me.
You're gone, now I'm free.
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Wilted Flowers
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