Submissions by ScreamYourHeartOut
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i mostly write when im feeling emotional so my poems usually reflect a darker mood.
My Demon in disguise
My dark angel
I know why you cry
why you curse the world, and ask why
My dark angel
i know why you left
i put our loves purity to death
My dark angel
i don't know why you stay
why don't you just push me away
My dark angel
i don't know how you think
the way your mind works is not distinct
My dark Angel
i don't know why i went astray
i wish i could have it any other way
My dark Angel
i hope i can be yours once again someday
that you can forgive me, please don't turn away
My dark angel!...
I know why you cry
why you curse the world, and ask why
My dark angel
i know why you left
i put our loves purity to death
My dark angel
i don't know why you stay
why don't you just push me away
My dark angel
i don't know how you think
the way your mind works is not distinct
My dark Angel
i don't know why i went astray
i wish i could have it any other way
My dark Angel
i hope i can be yours once again someday
that you can forgive me, please don't turn away
My dark angel!...
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pretty little angel
pretty little angel
let me see you smile when you're blue
pretty little angel
let me stay a while with you
pretty little angel
show me what the worlds done to you
tell me all your secrets; ill keep them true
pretty little angel
why is your heart breaking in two
let me heal your aching heart for you
pretty little angel
wipe your sorrow from your eyes
pretty little angel
let me shield you from the lies
let me see you smile when you're blue
pretty little angel
let me stay a while with you
pretty little angel
show me what the worlds done to you
tell me all your secrets; ill keep them true
pretty little angel
why is your heart breaking in two
let me heal your aching heart for you
pretty little angel
wipe your sorrow from your eyes
pretty little angel
let me shield you from the lies
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Fury over passion
Id rather face your fury like no other
than feel the passion of another
id rather feel the strike of your fist
than to feel anothers gentle kiss
I took your love for granted
and now you're no longer enchanted
our love was tainted
because of a lie that i had painted
please forgive me
i don't want to be "i" i want to be "we"
than feel the passion of another
id rather feel the strike of your fist
than to feel anothers gentle kiss
I took your love for granted
and now you're no longer enchanted
our love was tainted
because of a lie that i had painted
please forgive me
i don't want to be "i" i want to be "we"
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Dust of the stars
We are all merely dust of the stars
And because we dream of things that can't be ours
we infest the world with pointless wars
We mark our bodies with bloody scars
With malice and hatred that should get you put behind bars
But we keep waging our wars
No matter that we are merely dust of the stars
And because we dream of things that can't be ours
we infest the world with pointless wars
We mark our bodies with bloody scars
With malice and hatred that should get you put behind bars
But we keep waging our wars
No matter that we are merely dust of the stars
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creation
through creation my mind is freed
my soul is a creature of worry and need
during times of distress my mind is a fire with ingenuity
but this time my imagination simply cant get through to me
My body believes mind is blank, barren, and dead inside
I've cried a sea of tears and now I'm drowning in the tide
My soul is begging to release this pent up emotion
but my hands cant comprehend this promethean ocean
i have a flood of thoughts that are dying to get on paper
but translating an idea is like grasping at vapor
Art is a method to rid...
my soul is a creature of worry and need
during times of distress my mind is a fire with ingenuity
but this time my imagination simply cant get through to me
My body believes mind is blank, barren, and dead inside
I've cried a sea of tears and now I'm drowning in the tide
My soul is begging to release this pent up emotion
but my hands cant comprehend this promethean ocean
i have a flood of thoughts that are dying to get on paper
but translating an idea is like grasping at vapor
Art is a method to rid...
881 reads
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Drip, drip, drip
Drip, Drip, Drip
my painting has a rip
but i don't care
i wont despair
for i'm the one who put it there
my painting has a rip
but i don't care
i wont despair
for i'm the one who put it there
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angels lullaby
hush little angel
dont shed a tear
would you be content if i said death was near?
hush little angel
tonight is your last night
hush little angel
this was your last fight
smile little angel
you finally get to die
cry little angel
you still question why
breath little angel
this is your last breath
beg little angel
beg for death
dont shed a tear
would you be content if i said death was near?
hush little angel
tonight is your last night
hush little angel
this was your last fight
smile little angel
you finally get to die
cry little angel
you still question why
breath little angel
this is your last breath
beg little angel
beg for death
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Burned By the Flames
you ripped me wide open and cut me to the core
you told me you loved me, just not anymore.
you lit my heart on fire, tore it out of my chest
I put it back together, I tried my best.
But now my heart is broken and burned by the flames
put back together but never the same
Most the pieces are there but they got it all wrong
some pieces are broken, but others are just gone
you told me you loved me, just not anymore.
you lit my heart on fire, tore it out of my chest
I put it back together, I tried my best.
But now my heart is broken and burned by the flames
put back together but never the same
Most the pieces are there but they got it all wrong
some pieces are broken, but others are just gone
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weakness
we all have a weakness
so ill tell you about mine
i sit and do it from time to time
its an odd obsession that i admit
but not odd enough to convince me to quit
i've tried before without success
but the blade still calls me, and i always say yes
in the light her edges gleam
before long my wrist wears a crimson stream
pain of the flesh is better than pain for the soul
so i let my little razor take her toll
she takes not much just what i can give
she takes my heart ache and lets me live
but every time its a little more
for...
so ill tell you about mine
i sit and do it from time to time
its an odd obsession that i admit
but not odd enough to convince me to quit
i've tried before without success
but the blade still calls me, and i always say yes
in the light her edges gleam
before long my wrist wears a crimson stream
pain of the flesh is better than pain for the soul
so i let my little razor take her toll
she takes not much just what i can give
she takes my heart ache and lets me live
but every time its a little more
for...
1006 reads
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life is your captor
life and death are misunderstood you see
life is your captor and death merely wants to set you free...
death wont lie to you, he will give you the answer straight
while life, she'll just play with you... and make you hate.
life is your captor and death merely wants to set you free...
death wont lie to you, he will give you the answer straight
while life, she'll just play with you... and make you hate.
855 reads
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waiting for death
i'm alone in this world full of chaos and sin
my grip on sanity is wearing thin
loneliness brings up thoughts of death and pain
the stability of my mind begins to wane
i hide my depression oh so well
but i cant count the amount of tears that have fell
i've cried until my eyes where wrung dry
then i a pray -no- i beg to die
i slit my wrist but never deep
then i drift into a haunting sleep
one day i know death will come
once this world has had its fun
it'll beat me and break me and leave me empty inside
it'll...
my grip on sanity is wearing thin
loneliness brings up thoughts of death and pain
the stability of my mind begins to wane
i hide my depression oh so well
but i cant count the amount of tears that have fell
i've cried until my eyes where wrung dry
then i a pray -no- i beg to die
i slit my wrist but never deep
then i drift into a haunting sleep
one day i know death will come
once this world has had its fun
it'll beat me and break me and leave me empty inside
it'll...
982 reads
15 Comments
afflictions
i'm told that i'm sick,sick in the head
but i'm simply freeing myself from dread
i'm not insane, its how i've learned to cope
this gruesome ritual brings me hope
it eases my mind and frees my soul
but quitting someday is still my goal
this self inflicted pain has become my addiction
because it rids me of some of my afflictions
but i'm simply freeing myself from dread
i'm not insane, its how i've learned to cope
this gruesome ritual brings me hope
it eases my mind and frees my soul
but quitting someday is still my goal
this self inflicted pain has become my addiction
because it rids me of some of my afflictions
1015 reads
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