Submissions by SKELETONKING51 (SWEETHEARTIN5683)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i love writing love poems for my Fiance. plz coment on my poems cause i dont like writing if people dont respond to my poems and tell me what they think
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 3:51pm
4th Apr 2013 3:51pm
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With you I feel so very fine.
Babe, believe me—love's no crime.
How I wish you could be mine.
I want to be your Valentine.
Darling, our love is simply divine.
Let's go somewhere nice to dine.
Would you come over for a glass of wine?
You are my little porcupine.
I hope to see you again some time.
When I saw you for the very first time ...
Oh, how I longed to make you mine.
I fell in love 'cause you looked so fine.
I love you more than words can say.
I love you more and more each day.
I think of you each night and day.
Before I met...
Babe, believe me—love's no crime.
How I wish you could be mine.
I want to be your Valentine.
Darling, our love is simply divine.
Let's go somewhere nice to dine.
Would you come over for a glass of wine?
You are my little porcupine.
I hope to see you again some time.
When I saw you for the very first time ...
Oh, how I longed to make you mine.
I fell in love 'cause you looked so fine.
I love you more than words can say.
I love you more and more each day.
I think of you each night and day.
Before I met...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 3:50pm
4th Apr 2013 3:50pm
Love Letter
I wrote this letter especially for you I felt the urge to put my feelings in writing You are always on my mind Lindsay, I never told you how I truly feel
Ever since meeting you my feelings are in a whirlwind I have never met anybody of your kind Here you will find my thoughts, outlined Your love makes me blind
Never shall I kiss someone else's lips Love is our connection Lindsay, my dear sweetheart You are my eternal sunshine
let our roads never go apart I will always carry you within my heart You are at the top of my chart I really feel my life did just start
...
Ever since meeting you my feelings are in a whirlwind I have never met anybody of your kind Here you will find my thoughts, outlined Your love makes me blind
Never shall I kiss someone else's lips Love is our connection Lindsay, my dear sweetheart You are my eternal sunshine
let our roads never go apart I will always carry you within my heart You are at the top of my chart I really feel my life did just start
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 3:57pm
3rd Apr 2013 3:57pm
Gothic Key of Life (not a poem)
In order for the Gothic Key of life to work you must unlock the six attributes within you if you want to find all six stones (black, red, silver, dark green, dark-blue, and orange). Once you start to unlock the attributes you have to continue there will be no stopping or turning back. The way to unlock each attribute is as follows:
• The first attribute is darkness and the color of the stone is black. To unlock this attribute you must stop thinking that life is all about fun, happiness, and love because these feelings are distractions in life. Instead you should think that life...
• The first attribute is darkness and the color of the stone is black. To unlock this attribute you must stop thinking that life is all about fun, happiness, and love because these feelings are distractions in life. Instead you should think that life...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2013 3:53pm
3rd Apr 2013 3:53pm
How I See Myself
I am bipolar
I wonder when I’m going to die
I hear the bad side out of every good situation
I want death
I am a goth
I pretend to be happy when I’m depressed
I feel hatred and despair in the air
I touch my knifes
I worry that im going to be alive for a long time
I cry cause of the pain I cause myself
I am a creature
I understand the pain of losing family or friends
I say to live life happy even though I live life depressed
I dream of explosions
I try to think positive instead of thinking negative
I hope for destruction
I am cold...
I wonder when I’m going to die
I hear the bad side out of every good situation
I want death
I am a goth
I pretend to be happy when I’m depressed
I feel hatred and despair in the air
I touch my knifes
I worry that im going to be alive for a long time
I cry cause of the pain I cause myself
I am a creature
I understand the pain of losing family or friends
I say to live life happy even though I live life depressed
I dream of explosions
I try to think positive instead of thinking negative
I hope for destruction
I am cold...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 12:35pm
20th Mar 2013 12:35pm
gothic love
Rose are black
Violets are violence
I'll tie you up to the rack
And gag you with my silence.
Come step into my life
Step into my lair
I'll dress you all in black
And even dye your hair
I love rock music
Turn it up loud
When you are a Gothic like me
The lyrics will make you proud
Step into the darkness
Say good bye to the light
We live in an eternity
Were every day is night
I know you think I'm freaky
Go analyse me
But in my heart I know
A Gothic is what I want to be
Violets are violence
I'll tie you up to the rack
And gag you with my silence.
Come step into my life
Step into my lair
I'll dress you all in black
And even dye your hair
I love rock music
Turn it up loud
When you are a Gothic like me
The lyrics will make you proud
Step into the darkness
Say good bye to the light
We live in an eternity
Were every day is night
I know you think I'm freaky
Go analyse me
But in my heart I know
A Gothic is what I want to be
#identity
#gothic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 5:41pm
19th Mar 2013 5:41pm
O OUR OLD MOUTAIN HOME
We returned to the faithful forest
To find it volcano-blasted.
Belly up and sallow as a dead
Grandfather on a slab. In such ash land
A Goldfish in a glass doesn't
Serve for a heart.
O our old mountain home
Unto thee we will come
Driven down on the bones
Drowning sound of the drums
The Gremlin comes from the North. Equipped
With his juggler bits and hidden daggers,
Painted Eyes and mailcious grinning,
Pillager of the pillaged,
Jigging and twirling, giggling burner
In the abandoned village.
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To find it volcano-blasted.
Belly up and sallow as a dead
Grandfather on a slab. In such ash land
A Goldfish in a glass doesn't
Serve for a heart.
O our old mountain home
Unto thee we will come
Driven down on the bones
Drowning sound of the drums
The Gremlin comes from the North. Equipped
With his juggler bits and hidden daggers,
Painted Eyes and mailcious grinning,
Pillager of the pillaged,
Jigging and twirling, giggling burner
In the abandoned village.
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 3:02pm
19th Mar 2013 3:02pm
deppresed all the time
Every where there are lies spread upon the street,
on TV, and even in the false warm faces that you meet.
They use their lies to hide and blind you from
the bitter truth. They have no real lives.
Wrongly accusing others of false crimes
they slowly killing themselves and victims
with their own sweet lies.
Wrapped up in the very thoughts of lust, drugs, gossip,
and causing fights they prepare their hussies
quickly jumping hanging for their crimes.
Crimes committed willingly are the same as suicide.
One nonexistent night a picture
is...
on TV, and even in the false warm faces that you meet.
They use their lies to hide and blind you from
the bitter truth. They have no real lives.
Wrongly accusing others of false crimes
they slowly killing themselves and victims
with their own sweet lies.
Wrapped up in the very thoughts of lust, drugs, gossip,
and causing fights they prepare their hussies
quickly jumping hanging for their crimes.
Crimes committed willingly are the same as suicide.
One nonexistent night a picture
is...
636 reads
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