Submissions by Santana_97
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2015 2:27pm
15th Sep 2015 2:27pm
What Color Am I?
Am I red?
From all the hatred and anger that controls me or am I red from the gun shot that forever stained my hands red?
Am I blue?
From the cold blood that radiates and races to my extremities or am I blue from all the love that I've held inside?
Am I purple?
Because with sadness comes anger, and anger brings regret, and regret brings sadness. A vicious cycle. Am I purple death brought the sadness that I refuse to let surface.
There's no way I'm white.
The innocence left at my first breath. Corrupt at birth, evil, a spawn to torment those that...
From all the hatred and anger that controls me or am I red from the gun shot that forever stained my hands red?
Am I blue?
From the cold blood that radiates and races to my extremities or am I blue from all the love that I've held inside?
Am I purple?
Because with sadness comes anger, and anger brings regret, and regret brings sadness. A vicious cycle. Am I purple death brought the sadness that I refuse to let surface.
There's no way I'm white.
The innocence left at my first breath. Corrupt at birth, evil, a spawn to torment those that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2015 12:37pm
15th Sep 2015 12:37pm
How I hate the rain
The days before the rain came, everything was fine.
A great man stood before me that kept me in line.
Then the rain came.
The day grew old.
The air was cold.
But the rain wouldn't go away.
The rain grew stronger.
And for him.
The pain was no longer.
Oh how I hate the rainy days.
As he layed still.
My eyes began to fill.
And on the inside my world was shattered.
The rain was still here.
Anger swells and I fear.
Fear I can't hold it in and I I want to scream out for the world to hear.
Why must...
A great man stood before me that kept me in line.
Then the rain came.
The day grew old.
The air was cold.
But the rain wouldn't go away.
The rain grew stronger.
And for him.
The pain was no longer.
Oh how I hate the rainy days.
As he layed still.
My eyes began to fill.
And on the inside my world was shattered.
The rain was still here.
Anger swells and I fear.
Fear I can't hold it in and I I want to scream out for the world to hear.
Why must...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 2:55pm
14th Sep 2015 2:55pm
Soaken skin
Soaken Skin
The blade flies across your wrist like you're playing a violin of flesh. You're wrists drunk with blood. A red river rushing down your arm and flooding in your palm.
Are you calm? No you're crazy, or should I say to lazy. Lazy to change your situation.
It's easy all it is, is simple communication. Damage caused by frustration during contemplation of a permanent solution to a temporary problem is suicidal temptation.
This is desperation. A longing to be loved, but you are shoved aside. You feel like you have to hide and start...
The blade flies across your wrist like you're playing a violin of flesh. You're wrists drunk with blood. A red river rushing down your arm and flooding in your palm.
Are you calm? No you're crazy, or should I say to lazy. Lazy to change your situation.
It's easy all it is, is simple communication. Damage caused by frustration during contemplation of a permanent solution to a temporary problem is suicidal temptation.
This is desperation. A longing to be loved, but you are shoved aside. You feel like you have to hide and start...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2015 2:52pm
14th Sep 2015 2:52pm
They
You know what they’ve told you, not what I’ve gone through.
You think what they’ve made you think, not your own opinion.
They told you I was a thug, did they mention I was a scholar?
They told you I was cold hearted; did they tell you that I’ve had so many people walk out on me?
Why can’t you think for yourself?
Are you scared?
Scared to see my whole life story and what made me who I am today, good because it’s scary.
Scary that I can still force a smile that can crack my emotions on the front of my face, although all the trials and tribulations I’ve been through....
You think what they’ve made you think, not your own opinion.
They told you I was a thug, did they mention I was a scholar?
They told you I was cold hearted; did they tell you that I’ve had so many people walk out on me?
Why can’t you think for yourself?
Are you scared?
Scared to see my whole life story and what made me who I am today, good because it’s scary.
Scary that I can still force a smile that can crack my emotions on the front of my face, although all the trials and tribulations I’ve been through....
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 2:36pm
1st Dec 2014 2:36pm
Stay awake
Just stay awake. Pray for heavens sake I don't lose my mind. Cause if I do they people that deserve to die will be easy to find. For your sake you better get straight, or else my index finger will determine your fate. INSANE is my mental state. I've lost it. You're going to die. Die in a house fire because there's no such thing as an innocent liar. Put 2 shots through you. Deprive you of oxygen so your blood stays blue. Why? Because we are nothing alike. Yeah I'm a monster... so what every king has a flaw.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2014 6:01pm
24th Nov 2014 6:01pm
My sanity
I take pride in my insanity, being a threat to humanity. I pride myself in knowing that no one can stop me. I'm bout to take on the world want to see. Grab a seat. Wait for your turn cause everybody's is coming. NO ONE IS SAFE. I'm coming for you like a thief in the night. I'll strike fast you won't see it coming. Do what makes you feel safe. So start running. The whole thought of me facing the world is stunning. I know I won't fail. I have people to prove wrong,to prove through their curses I will remain strong.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 1:30pm
12th Nov 2014 1:30pm
My problem
Sometimes I just get so infuriated. When I get like that I can't control it. Everything on my mind is Fight, Shoot, kill.
Mostly everything I say is against my will.
I have become a prisoner to my own mind. When I get like this I become a danger to mankind.
When my teeth begin to grind the trigger is what I'll squeeze, your lifeless body on the ground will finally please my need.
My anger is a problem for those around me. They know when I start they don't want to watch, They wish they couldn't see.
Your blood is warm, that's surprising you...
Mostly everything I say is against my will.
I have become a prisoner to my own mind. When I get like this I become a danger to mankind.
When my teeth begin to grind the trigger is what I'll squeeze, your lifeless body on the ground will finally please my need.
My anger is a problem for those around me. They know when I start they don't want to watch, They wish they couldn't see.
Your blood is warm, that's surprising you...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 1:23pm
12th Nov 2014 1:23pm
My Words
What am I supposed to do?
We are trying to save you.
Keep you together with a family like bond, kinda like glue.
Now I'm through.
You don't listen, you get mad when we try to help.
Now I'm mad the heat under my skin is causing whelp.
festering anger.
Can't you hear our words slurred with concern?
Can't you feel the heat of my wrath on your skin burn?
No? oh right I forgot you don't want to hear the truth.
You want soft words that caress your feelings.
Those ¨feelings¨ are for the weak called human beings.
Our words don't care about...
We are trying to save you.
Keep you together with a family like bond, kinda like glue.
Now I'm through.
You don't listen, you get mad when we try to help.
Now I'm mad the heat under my skin is causing whelp.
festering anger.
Can't you hear our words slurred with concern?
Can't you feel the heat of my wrath on your skin burn?
No? oh right I forgot you don't want to hear the truth.
You want soft words that caress your feelings.
Those ¨feelings¨ are for the weak called human beings.
Our words don't care about...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2014 1:24pm
7th Nov 2014 1:24pm
My salvation
Where is my salvation? My origin was apparently born in sin, somehow my blank expression turns to a grin, when I start my psychotic chants, this just grants all my anger to expose and make me explode. I explode into a tormenting rage, and that is just the first stage. This isn't what God wanted for my life, its not how I wanted to live. I live backwards so I suppose I'm evil. So I ask again, where is my salvation? Its not found in homicidal contemplation, or trigger squeezing hesitation. Doubt me and be the example in my torture demonstration, say I'm crazy and get the free installation of...
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