Submissions by Relentlesssmile628
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 8:56am
14th Oct 2013 8:56am
Freedom?
Let me go.
Babe, let me find the place where the grass grows.
Let me find the place where the rules don't apply because we all know the game and we don't have anything to show.
Let me figure out what I don't know.
Let me go back to yesterday.
This time I'd remember what I'd do and what I'd say.
I'd never go back to these degrading ways.
I'd smile as fate would take me wherever it may.
I wouldn't ask questions.
And I wouldn't tell lies.
Though,
I still don't get the point.
Babe, let me find the place where the grass grows.
Let me find the place where the rules don't apply because we all know the game and we don't have anything to show.
Let me figure out what I don't know.
Let me go back to yesterday.
This time I'd remember what I'd do and what I'd say.
I'd never go back to these degrading ways.
I'd smile as fate would take me wherever it may.
I wouldn't ask questions.
And I wouldn't tell lies.
Though,
I still don't get the point.
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2013 10:27am
29th Aug 2013 10:27am
Trials
If it were a perfect world, you'd be breathing on my skin.
Tiny kisses slide from throat to collarbone, jumping the nerves with static.
I'd whisper that I missed you. You'd reply that you knew.
I'd be wrapped safe in your strong arms and for once I'd know what it was like not to be so cold, shivering in my heart of stone.
Soft hair, gentle lips, words priceless in my ears.
Peace inside a fortress of sheets.
But you're not here.
You're not even a phone call away.
I don't think you're coming back.
But I'll stay here.
So honey if you need me, you know...
Tiny kisses slide from throat to collarbone, jumping the nerves with static.
I'd whisper that I missed you. You'd reply that you knew.
I'd be wrapped safe in your strong arms and for once I'd know what it was like not to be so cold, shivering in my heart of stone.
Soft hair, gentle lips, words priceless in my ears.
Peace inside a fortress of sheets.
But you're not here.
You're not even a phone call away.
I don't think you're coming back.
But I'll stay here.
So honey if you need me, you know...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Aug 2013 6:06am
5th Aug 2013 6:06am
Thoughts that Pound in Repetition
"No colors anymore I want them to turn black..."
I am fucking crazy.
No one understands I'm fifty parts suicidal and the other half unstable with no balance in between.
Fuck life.
It wasn't what I wanted.
It doesn't matter where I go, I'll never feel that spark again.
I was made an emotionless corpse by all the shitheads around me that pushed me to be more.
I want control from no one.
So give me pills.
Give me the lethal injection of a fixed personality because being yourself is just as painful as being someone else so you might as well be no...
I am fucking crazy.
No one understands I'm fifty parts suicidal and the other half unstable with no balance in between.
Fuck life.
It wasn't what I wanted.
It doesn't matter where I go, I'll never feel that spark again.
I was made an emotionless corpse by all the shitheads around me that pushed me to be more.
I want control from no one.
So give me pills.
Give me the lethal injection of a fixed personality because being yourself is just as painful as being someone else so you might as well be no...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2013 10:01am
27th Jul 2013 10:01am
A Lasting Impression
I'd want them to find me perfect.
Porcelain white skin laced with blue contrasting the bathroom floor.
A tiny siren floating still in the tides, silhouetted by moonlight.
A mystic queen dancing in the air, wearing a necklace of rope.
The remnants of a macabre piece of art.
I'd be smiling.
A soft secret unsolved on my face.
Resounding.
Porcelain white skin laced with blue contrasting the bathroom floor.
A tiny siren floating still in the tides, silhouetted by moonlight.
A mystic queen dancing in the air, wearing a necklace of rope.
The remnants of a macabre piece of art.
I'd be smiling.
A soft secret unsolved on my face.
Resounding.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 2:50am
13th Jul 2013 2:50am
Honesty
It's days like these that I am tempted to blow my brains out.
I fantasize about the roar of the shotgun, a scream of death, tunneling through the rippled tissue of the roof of my mouth,
whipping my fucked up brain matter into one disgusting milkshake,
exploding out of my skull in a burst of violence.
After all this excitement, I fall back covered in a ruby red blanket, gravity slamming human atoms on the floor.
I swear to God if this was a sculpture in some fancy ass exhibit it would be highly recognized as brilliant fucking art.
And before I go on, no, I'm not...
I fantasize about the roar of the shotgun, a scream of death, tunneling through the rippled tissue of the roof of my mouth,
whipping my fucked up brain matter into one disgusting milkshake,
exploding out of my skull in a burst of violence.
After all this excitement, I fall back covered in a ruby red blanket, gravity slamming human atoms on the floor.
I swear to God if this was a sculpture in some fancy ass exhibit it would be highly recognized as brilliant fucking art.
And before I go on, no, I'm not...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 6:47am
12th Jul 2013 6:47am
Scattered.
Stars still shine because the light from their corpses is trapped in time.
So what the hell am I wishing on.
This is trying to come to terms with the pieces left of my sanity, slowly scrapping the marrow of bone until it drains through my scalp and leaks an awful mess on the pavement.
All the while I walk in the ruins of my silent world, pages of my whispers fluttering from my fingers, cries of help too late.
Here the screams are commonplace, the knives never clean, the scars never healed.
We do not feel as we do not know how.
But know we never asked for this. ...
So what the hell am I wishing on.
This is trying to come to terms with the pieces left of my sanity, slowly scrapping the marrow of bone until it drains through my scalp and leaks an awful mess on the pavement.
All the while I walk in the ruins of my silent world, pages of my whispers fluttering from my fingers, cries of help too late.
Here the screams are commonplace, the knives never clean, the scars never healed.
We do not feel as we do not know how.
But know we never asked for this. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 7:02pm
14th Jun 2013 7:02pm
Vapid
I don't understand the ways of the world.
I don't understand the soulless, Photoshop girls.
Why do the double D's, bleached teeth, spritzed tans, and fake lashes get all of the love in the world?
Why does none of it trickle down to the freckled, pale, lanky, overweight or underweight, pretty,awkward,slightly crooked natural girls?
You can guess which group I'm in.
And I grew up knowing the natural girls never win.
I know this isn't fair.
And it isn't the canned, tubed, brushed on, rubbed in stuff that REALLY gets at me, it's the fact that the majority use...
I don't understand the soulless, Photoshop girls.
Why do the double D's, bleached teeth, spritzed tans, and fake lashes get all of the love in the world?
Why does none of it trickle down to the freckled, pale, lanky, overweight or underweight, pretty,awkward,slightly crooked natural girls?
You can guess which group I'm in.
And I grew up knowing the natural girls never win.
I know this isn't fair.
And it isn't the canned, tubed, brushed on, rubbed in stuff that REALLY gets at me, it's the fact that the majority use...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2013 6:36am
31st May 2013 6:36am
Slipping
Waiting is something that happens a lot anymore.
And here I am, been left waiting again.
But in between the horizon of hundreds of miles, you can't see the light die in my eyes after I receive an ounce of your existence but watch it slip out of my hands only moments later.
I know you went to a place I can't follow, and it kills me inside that you have to walk alone.
Because I would walk with you.
I was left drifting when you gently pushed me to a corner to watch it be filled with pretty faces and threats.
And through it all I still love you.
It's something I'm...
And here I am, been left waiting again.
But in between the horizon of hundreds of miles, you can't see the light die in my eyes after I receive an ounce of your existence but watch it slip out of my hands only moments later.
I know you went to a place I can't follow, and it kills me inside that you have to walk alone.
Because I would walk with you.
I was left drifting when you gently pushed me to a corner to watch it be filled with pretty faces and threats.
And through it all I still love you.
It's something I'm...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 3:17am
29th Apr 2013 3:17am
Where I Belong
Surrounded by tons of people waiting.
Waiting to be filled with life.
Where the guitars begin to sing,
Beautiful, thrashing, bodies, combustion in a circle.
The music that shakes through my body, that fills me with fulfillment and bliss, (not to mention lust)
The air that's forever tainted with pre concert booze, toxic cigarette smoke, and punk induced sweat.
Inhaling the teasing sent of cannabis...makes one moan with desire.
Though a terrible moment to indulge, its present sent in the air
While headbanging to oblivion and screaming with the rest it always...
Waiting to be filled with life.
Where the guitars begin to sing,
Beautiful, thrashing, bodies, combustion in a circle.
The music that shakes through my body, that fills me with fulfillment and bliss, (not to mention lust)
The air that's forever tainted with pre concert booze, toxic cigarette smoke, and punk induced sweat.
Inhaling the teasing sent of cannabis...makes one moan with desire.
Though a terrible moment to indulge, its present sent in the air
While headbanging to oblivion and screaming with the rest it always...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 6:00am
19th Apr 2013 6:00am
Better Than Me
Day by day I'm killing my sun.
He tries to cast his light upon me but the dead don't feel.
His pain is mine as he wonders what happened to the girl inside.
The girl who used to smile.
I couldn't bear to tell him she died.
There is no me left in the body of a shell.
But I try to fake it for his sake. Lately it hardly works.
He can't understand the scars are soul deep.
I love him so much but I fear the unknown.
Half of me wants to let him go.
Find a girl with life in her veins and watch them grow.
But it's gonna kill me. Thankfully,...
He tries to cast his light upon me but the dead don't feel.
His pain is mine as he wonders what happened to the girl inside.
The girl who used to smile.
I couldn't bear to tell him she died.
There is no me left in the body of a shell.
But I try to fake it for his sake. Lately it hardly works.
He can't understand the scars are soul deep.
I love him so much but I fear the unknown.
Half of me wants to let him go.
Find a girl with life in her veins and watch them grow.
But it's gonna kill me. Thankfully,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 6:43am
1st Apr 2013 6:43am
Nonsensical Ramblings
Escape was my only refuge in mind.
Yet, summits of obstacles were always in the way.
I turned my attention to the injections flowing through my blood.
Through my addiction, popularity came to me in onslaughts yet only through the rejects of insanity.
Through the hatred wreaking upon my psyche, I tried to place blame on any resource I could.
Gone was anything I thought worthwhile of saving.
My hands no longer knew how to hold you.
All alone, I let fate rule each breath, toying with the wasted life in its care.
Neighbors kept quiet to your cries for...
Yet, summits of obstacles were always in the way.
I turned my attention to the injections flowing through my blood.
Through my addiction, popularity came to me in onslaughts yet only through the rejects of insanity.
Through the hatred wreaking upon my psyche, I tried to place blame on any resource I could.
Gone was anything I thought worthwhile of saving.
My hands no longer knew how to hold you.
All alone, I let fate rule each breath, toying with the wasted life in its care.
Neighbors kept quiet to your cries for...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 4:26am
18th Mar 2013 4:26am
J
He's always worth it.
All I can see is him everywhere I go, in my dreams and in my thoughts.
Most times I swear I can smell him.
I hear his voice and his laugh in a beautiful broken-record soundtrack playing all day long.
I feel his skin in my hands as if it were my own.
His smile is my sunshine his pain is my despair.
I feel so empty without the heat of his skin, the tightness of his hugs, the changing pressure of his lips on mine.
When I look in his eyes, I feel like I've known him before birth.
I want him every second of everyday and know that I can say...
All I can see is him everywhere I go, in my dreams and in my thoughts.
Most times I swear I can smell him.
I hear his voice and his laugh in a beautiful broken-record soundtrack playing all day long.
I feel his skin in my hands as if it were my own.
His smile is my sunshine his pain is my despair.
I feel so empty without the heat of his skin, the tightness of his hugs, the changing pressure of his lips on mine.
When I look in his eyes, I feel like I've known him before birth.
I want him every second of everyday and know that I can say...
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