Submissions by Redwritingpain (Redwritingpen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about my inter most deepest emotions and usually express past event in a poetic form.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2017 8:14pm
23rd Jan 2017 8:14pm
My Haunting
Your words sting like a venomous snake, poisoning my entire being sending lies pulsating through my veins.
You know just how to bite, a predator awaiting the perfect moment to strike.
You pounce like a cat injuring as you play a vicious game of mousetrap.
For so long I feared the shadows, wondering if you were waiting or hiding to bring my final despair. To cut me down and bleed me slow, sucking the only life attached to my soul.
I feared you, even your name, I find myself running toward my already dug up grave.
I've allowed your memory to...
You know just how to bite, a predator awaiting the perfect moment to strike.
You pounce like a cat injuring as you play a vicious game of mousetrap.
For so long I feared the shadows, wondering if you were waiting or hiding to bring my final despair. To cut me down and bleed me slow, sucking the only life attached to my soul.
I feared you, even your name, I find myself running toward my already dug up grave.
I've allowed your memory to...
628 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2016 4:25am
15th Jun 2016 4:25am
Your unforgiving
Oh how sad it must be, to hate so deeply. I cannot imagine the grief that must cause you, to be so selfishly.
Oh how my heart aches for you. I cannot imagine holding so much hatred towards people who've tried to love you.
It is so much more to love freely and love true than to torment yourself causing deeper more permanent wounds.
With unattainable expectations, you hold no way to pass, to only increase the rage and desire personal wrath.
Your hatred has only proven to poison yourself,
By holding onto such hate, you created your own hell, Which all...
Oh how my heart aches for you. I cannot imagine holding so much hatred towards people who've tried to love you.
It is so much more to love freely and love true than to torment yourself causing deeper more permanent wounds.
With unattainable expectations, you hold no way to pass, to only increase the rage and desire personal wrath.
Your hatred has only proven to poison yourself,
By holding onto such hate, you created your own hell, Which all...
665 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Mar 2016 6:21am
31st Mar 2016 6:21am
The Race
Forest branches touch my feet, the brush I'm in is knee deep. I can't get a break everywhere I turn there seems to be eyes that glow and burn.
The Moon is my only light providing me to safety. I can hear the water running from the creek near by. I know if I can get there I might be able to hide. But every move that I make I seem to make sound. He'll hear me moving and come up around.
I try to stay still for a moment, just to hear the bush beside me make movement. All I can see are shadows from the moon shining down upon the trees creating monsters that haunt every child's...
The Moon is my only light providing me to safety. I can hear the water running from the creek near by. I know if I can get there I might be able to hide. But every move that I make I seem to make sound. He'll hear me moving and come up around.
I try to stay still for a moment, just to hear the bush beside me make movement. All I can see are shadows from the moon shining down upon the trees creating monsters that haunt every child's...
856 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 8:48pm
29th Mar 2016 8:48pm
Single mom
I wish there was a magic machine that would complete my list of unattainable expectancies.
Unfortunately it's just me, single mother of three, trying to do both jobs and acting like nothing is wrong.
It's hard, sometimes I break, the struggles of life seem to overtake.
I feel alone even though I'm not. I wish I had someone to make it stop.
Everything I do I do it for them, I wish they could see my true intent.
I prayed for years for God to set us free, the day he answered I had already stopped praying. I wasn't prepared, all we carried away from him was what we had on...
Unfortunately it's just me, single mother of three, trying to do both jobs and acting like nothing is wrong.
It's hard, sometimes I break, the struggles of life seem to overtake.
I feel alone even though I'm not. I wish I had someone to make it stop.
Everything I do I do it for them, I wish they could see my true intent.
I prayed for years for God to set us free, the day he answered I had already stopped praying. I wasn't prepared, all we carried away from him was what we had on...
802 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 7:07pm
25th Mar 2016 7:07pm
Goodbye Mr.Gandy
You don't have a chance! You will never win, the only thing you will have when I'm done is regrets within.
(I can't handle the sound, your words so mean, why speak like this if you truly did love me?)
You're worth nothing, you never did.
You're only good at one thing, and you're not even really good at it.
(Please I beg you, no more words my head is filled and my heart is hurt. You speak so mean and take all my hope, Shawn stop treating me like another one of your hoes.)
You think you're different then that girl I'm with, honey the only difference is...
(I can't handle the sound, your words so mean, why speak like this if you truly did love me?)
You're worth nothing, you never did.
You're only good at one thing, and you're not even really good at it.
(Please I beg you, no more words my head is filled and my heart is hurt. You speak so mean and take all my hope, Shawn stop treating me like another one of your hoes.)
You think you're different then that girl I'm with, honey the only difference is...
704 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2016 2:46am
23rd Mar 2016 2:46am
VICTIMS TOO
Sadness falls today, more fatalities occur. This world full of a hateful serge.
He is on his knees praying to his God, fasting for days before carrying out his call.
He cries out to his God for purpose and solution. He feels he's ready to fulfill his only conclusion. The elders agree, there is no other way. They help him prepare for his martyrdom display.
He's so young. Trained to be strong, yet deep inside he's scared and wants to go home. Alone he cries out Allah, why must this be? Do I have to fulfill this purpose you have designed for me?
I'm...
He is on his knees praying to his God, fasting for days before carrying out his call.
He cries out to his God for purpose and solution. He feels he's ready to fulfill his only conclusion. The elders agree, there is no other way. They help him prepare for his martyrdom display.
He's so young. Trained to be strong, yet deep inside he's scared and wants to go home. Alone he cries out Allah, why must this be? Do I have to fulfill this purpose you have designed for me?
I'm...
607 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2016 8:04pm
19th Mar 2016 8:04pm
Simply perfect
We are just like Earth and hold all elements too. Swimming from the start in our mother's womb.
From the moment we enter this world, not protected by a body. A simple gasp of an invisible element, completes our true admission and intelligence.
We walk among the Earth, dirt between our toes. To stay warm we light fires using sticks and using stones.
We bathe among creatures deep within the sea. We breathe the same air that all living things breathe.
Time after time we use all she has. Water, Earth, fire, and Air to keep our existence.
To repay our...
From the moment we enter this world, not protected by a body. A simple gasp of an invisible element, completes our true admission and intelligence.
We walk among the Earth, dirt between our toes. To stay warm we light fires using sticks and using stones.
We bathe among creatures deep within the sea. We breathe the same air that all living things breathe.
Time after time we use all she has. Water, Earth, fire, and Air to keep our existence.
To repay our...
624 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 5:42pm
15th Mar 2016 5:42pm
True beauty
I see you, you look flawless. Media telling me your image is an inspirational conquest.
I see no blemishes, I see no scars, I only see smooth skin, I see a superstar.
Big eyes, bag free, lifted breasts, and whitened teeth. I see the media's idea of beauty. I see flat stomachs and ageless legs I see woman who have the perfect frame. Hair so Shiney styled just right. with a back side lifted high. Even your bikini line is a perfect 10, you get the looks while sitting next to Ken. Teenage girls and young woman too, design themselves to look just like you. They starve for figure and pay...
I see no blemishes, I see no scars, I only see smooth skin, I see a superstar.
Big eyes, bag free, lifted breasts, and whitened teeth. I see the media's idea of beauty. I see flat stomachs and ageless legs I see woman who have the perfect frame. Hair so Shiney styled just right. with a back side lifted high. Even your bikini line is a perfect 10, you get the looks while sitting next to Ken. Teenage girls and young woman too, design themselves to look just like you. They starve for figure and pay...
878 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 00:54am
12th Mar 2016 00:54am
Yesterday's today
I made a mistake, why can't I move on?
Why do I sit in my past and stew over my wrongs?
I asked for forgiveness and repented in ever way, yet my past still haunts me to this very day.
Is there any way for me to forgive myself?
I keep replaying over and over in my head, what I could have done, what I should have said.
I pled with God to release my bind from the demonic presence that controls my mind.
One day, I'm happy believing in brighter days, feeling hopeful about the progress I've already made.
The next day, darkness overcomes my soul,
Whispering my...
Why do I sit in my past and stew over my wrongs?
I asked for forgiveness and repented in ever way, yet my past still haunts me to this very day.
Is there any way for me to forgive myself?
I keep replaying over and over in my head, what I could have done, what I should have said.
I pled with God to release my bind from the demonic presence that controls my mind.
One day, I'm happy believing in brighter days, feeling hopeful about the progress I've already made.
The next day, darkness overcomes my soul,
Whispering my...
672 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 10:51pm
11th Mar 2016 10:51pm
Pieces
Pieces are scattered from the absence of what once mattered.
Surrounding my body like little dark secrets, being whispered without discretion and spoken with little words, full of deep questions.
They torment me from within my soul; Telling me my heart was never truly whole.
My heart bleeds in black , it tells of a dark tale, For the love of a woman whose heart took sail.
Loving so deep and caring so dear, she once had a smile that warmed the coldest of air.
Trapped in her mind full of regret, the shattered pieces controlling her from every depth.
Dark as...
Surrounding my body like little dark secrets, being whispered without discretion and spoken with little words, full of deep questions.
They torment me from within my soul; Telling me my heart was never truly whole.
My heart bleeds in black , it tells of a dark tale, For the love of a woman whose heart took sail.
Loving so deep and caring so dear, she once had a smile that warmed the coldest of air.
Trapped in her mind full of regret, the shattered pieces controlling her from every depth.
Dark as...
606 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2016 6:34pm
10th Mar 2016 6:34pm
Identity unknown
I was broken and ashamed full of regret and full of pain. Destroyed by his own hands and held by his very lies. I was a possession and held no value in his evil eyes.
Poisoned mind, broken heart, bruised body and a defiled piece of art.
Living in a false reality refusing to see truth, allowing deception to poison my mind and corrupt my roots.
I fell into his trap, the trap that will end my freedom. allowing myself to believe that his love was truly unique and the only kind I deserved to receive.
Choosing a lie of unloving claims. Choosing to see...
Poisoned mind, broken heart, bruised body and a defiled piece of art.
Living in a false reality refusing to see truth, allowing deception to poison my mind and corrupt my roots.
I fell into his trap, the trap that will end my freedom. allowing myself to believe that his love was truly unique and the only kind I deserved to receive.
Choosing a lie of unloving claims. Choosing to see...
656 reads
4 Comments
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