Submissions by SaintHate
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 4:04am
12th Jun 2013 4:04am
Sirens & Wine.
Dead sentences roll in their grave,
the first woman to walk in my life.
Red relished in her hair,
The very figment of my wife.
Where do you go when you hide?
How does it feel when you wanna die?
I'll see you across the bridge, tonight.
Drown me out, I'll still find my way.
Hold my hand,
please don't let the tide take me away.
Run away- live another day.
Swim away- maybe we can live another way.
You're the siren calling me to the rocks.
I'm looking from far away,
I'm the man on the docks.
Where do you go when you...
the first woman to walk in my life.
Red relished in her hair,
The very figment of my wife.
Where do you go when you hide?
How does it feel when you wanna die?
I'll see you across the bridge, tonight.
Drown me out, I'll still find my way.
Hold my hand,
please don't let the tide take me away.
Run away- live another day.
Swim away- maybe we can live another way.
You're the siren calling me to the rocks.
I'm looking from far away,
I'm the man on the docks.
Where do you go when you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 3:59am
12th Jun 2013 3:59am
Dead At The Stake.
I'd rather be
cold, hard,
and playing my guitar.
Setting fire
to tar,
and killing like a czar.
Pillage and rape,
I've become such a fake.
My head falls back-
I'm dead at the stake.
We all fall down.
We all fall down.
And as the world falls down,
everything you knew-
it all falls down.
Ring around the Rosie-
a dead man covered in posies.
A smile gone thin,
blood to his chin.
The worms welcome him to their hole, it seems...
cold, hard,
and playing my guitar.
Setting fire
to tar,
and killing like a czar.
Pillage and rape,
I've become such a fake.
My head falls back-
I'm dead at the stake.
We all fall down.
We all fall down.
And as the world falls down,
everything you knew-
it all falls down.
Ring around the Rosie-
a dead man covered in posies.
A smile gone thin,
blood to his chin.
The worms welcome him to their hole, it seems...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2013 6:58am
28th May 2013 6:58am
Aladdin Vein.
There a man stands, foot in his hands,
falling off of his lawn.
And his head just broke the fall.
Now he sits, by the fire,
watching him burn a portrait of his favorite artist.
Now he put a hole through the wall.
You never could love a man insane,
or save a lad, in vain.
And in this age of his grand surrender-
that man just died today.
falling off of his lawn.
And his head just broke the fall.
Now he sits, by the fire,
watching him burn a portrait of his favorite artist.
Now he put a hole through the wall.
You never could love a man insane,
or save a lad, in vain.
And in this age of his grand surrender-
that man just died today.
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2013 6:33am
28th May 2013 6:33am
Scarlette.
Corner of Buchanan.
Hopeless romantic.
Long hair, tan skin, portable fan and
hyena eyes flarin'.
Loves to romance them.
Reckless, a fan of
heavy fucking metal.
Till the day I die,
I'll live in her fandom.
Took a right off Mulberry,
said a few "fuck Mary"s.
Touch me, love me, bear me
with a thousand things tearing.
Made a couple hip bone wishes.
Still she's clung to a man of skin, bone, and twitches.
Live our life faceless, nameless-
Loving me wasted.
Spread this disease all over town.
Name our...
Hopeless romantic.
Long hair, tan skin, portable fan and
hyena eyes flarin'.
Loves to romance them.
Reckless, a fan of
heavy fucking metal.
Till the day I die,
I'll live in her fandom.
Took a right off Mulberry,
said a few "fuck Mary"s.
Touch me, love me, bear me
with a thousand things tearing.
Made a couple hip bone wishes.
Still she's clung to a man of skin, bone, and twitches.
Live our life faceless, nameless-
Loving me wasted.
Spread this disease all over town.
Name our...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th May 2013 5:33pm
26th May 2013 5:33pm
Father Time (We're Taking It Hard)
Part I:
We're taking it hard, Father Time.
I kneel for you...
and I'm wondering, will you throw a break our way?
We're taking it hard, Father Time.
And I was wondering...
maybe you were fake, all the way?
I know that
we aren't perfect.
And God knows,
not worth it.
But Dad, I've grown a bit bored of praying
and saying:
"Dear God, we won't make it another day.
Dear god, why didn't we do this another way?"
We're taking it hard, Father Time,
We're taking it hard, Father Time...
We're taking it hard, Father Liar....
We're taking it hard, Father Time.
I kneel for you...
and I'm wondering, will you throw a break our way?
We're taking it hard, Father Time.
And I was wondering...
maybe you were fake, all the way?
I know that
we aren't perfect.
And God knows,
not worth it.
But Dad, I've grown a bit bored of praying
and saying:
"Dear God, we won't make it another day.
Dear god, why didn't we do this another way?"
We're taking it hard, Father Time,
We're taking it hard, Father Time...
We're taking it hard, Father Liar....
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