Submissions by SilverLily80090
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Jul 2013 10:45pm
11th Jul 2013 10:45pm
A Proud Misanthrope
I hate humans.
This whole race deserves nothing but to die out.
We treat all other species like shit,
And expect to gain from it.
I hope one day all humans suffer.
The slaughterhouse,
The "humane" shelters for strays.
Why can't we be peaceful?
Why can't we kill our food as painlessly as possible,
And do it as neatly as possible?
Please!
I'm crying for these poor animals.
It's all because of humans.
We make other species suffer.
I can't stand humans or their nature.
Please just kill us all already.
We don't deserve to...
This whole race deserves nothing but to die out.
We treat all other species like shit,
And expect to gain from it.
I hope one day all humans suffer.
The slaughterhouse,
The "humane" shelters for strays.
Why can't we be peaceful?
Why can't we kill our food as painlessly as possible,
And do it as neatly as possible?
Please!
I'm crying for these poor animals.
It's all because of humans.
We make other species suffer.
I can't stand humans or their nature.
Please just kill us all already.
We don't deserve to...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jul 2013 3:18am
9th Jul 2013 3:18am
How Could You?
Lock him away, why don't you?
Make his whole family suffer.
You're nothing but a coward.
The consequence of innocence being overpowered.
You did this to him.
You did this to them.
You did this to me.
He has a family.
Grandchildren wait for the day of his release.
Breaking a family apart.
You have lying down to a cruel art,
don't you?
Nothing you said is true.
Karma will stick like glue,
To you from all of the others,
Who managed to see through.
They never discovered your lies.
Do you get off on seeing,
A sweet, kind man,...
Make his whole family suffer.
You're nothing but a coward.
The consequence of innocence being overpowered.
You did this to him.
You did this to them.
You did this to me.
He has a family.
Grandchildren wait for the day of his release.
Breaking a family apart.
You have lying down to a cruel art,
don't you?
Nothing you said is true.
Karma will stick like glue,
To you from all of the others,
Who managed to see through.
They never discovered your lies.
Do you get off on seeing,
A sweet, kind man,...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 7:19pm
7th Jul 2013 7:19pm
I'm sorry I turned out this way.
I finally broke down.
I cried my eyes out.
Missing my grandfather,
my grandmother and all of my family.
Wrong accusations broke a family apart.
I can't stand to write this.
My feelings finally breaking through.
There is nothing to explain how sorry I am.
This is what abuse, torment, bullying
have molded me into.
I'm completely hollow inside.
I miss the girl I once was.
She was the most beautiful
person I've ever seen.
Everyone held on to me for too long.
I supported them more than I did myself.
I was so selfless back then....
I cried my eyes out.
Missing my grandfather,
my grandmother and all of my family.
Wrong accusations broke a family apart.
I can't stand to write this.
My feelings finally breaking through.
There is nothing to explain how sorry I am.
This is what abuse, torment, bullying
have molded me into.
I'm completely hollow inside.
I miss the girl I once was.
She was the most beautiful
person I've ever seen.
Everyone held on to me for too long.
I supported them more than I did myself.
I was so selfless back then....
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jul 2013 1:12am
7th Jul 2013 1:12am
Verbal abuse is still abuse.
You tell me to tell the truth,
but what other truth is there to be told?
The way you scream and yell at me
is getting a little bit old.
Verbal abuse is still abuse.
Tinted and shaded so others won't see.
There is only a certain amount
of Lauren-like I can truly be.
Now she lies about boys.
I lie about loving.
I am not a toy.
I cannot be passed from person to person.
Even though I already am.
My life has so far proven to be nothing but a scam.
but what other truth is there to be told?
The way you scream and yell at me
is getting a little bit old.
Verbal abuse is still abuse.
Tinted and shaded so others won't see.
There is only a certain amount
of Lauren-like I can truly be.
Now she lies about boys.
I lie about loving.
I am not a toy.
I cannot be passed from person to person.
Even though I already am.
My life has so far proven to be nothing but a scam.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2013 4:32pm
5th Jul 2013 4:32pm
Reality. Simple as that.
I can't stand it.
Back and forth like an on-going cycle.
I can't stand to be alone.
The paranoia eating away at my sanity.
Then again, I can't be around other people.
The confusion, the pain, the hopelessness.
In public I fear a panic attack.
That's not normal, is it?
It's also not normal to want to watch someone dying on the floor,
suffering right in front of you.
I don't care if I'm crazy.
No, scratch that.
I want to be crazy,
I live to be insane.
I can't break out of the captivity of reality.
I want to go back to my own small...
Back and forth like an on-going cycle.
I can't stand to be alone.
The paranoia eating away at my sanity.
Then again, I can't be around other people.
The confusion, the pain, the hopelessness.
In public I fear a panic attack.
That's not normal, is it?
It's also not normal to want to watch someone dying on the floor,
suffering right in front of you.
I don't care if I'm crazy.
No, scratch that.
I want to be crazy,
I live to be insane.
I can't break out of the captivity of reality.
I want to go back to my own small...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 10:06pm
24th Jun 2013 10:06pm
Untitled
I wish I could break free from this depression.
Cutting, I fear, may do more than a thousand therapy sessions.
They tell me to cheer up and stop being ignorant.
My poems used to be sunshine and rainbows, now they're just angered rants.
Drowning in my own emptiness and I can't feel for others.
The helplessness and irritability, it is I it continuously smothers.
I want to resort to old habits, but what for?
Being sealed in an asylum behind thick metal doors.
Where I belong, in the padded white cell.
Forever contained in insanity's endless spell.
Cutting, I fear, may do more than a thousand therapy sessions.
They tell me to cheer up and stop being ignorant.
My poems used to be sunshine and rainbows, now they're just angered rants.
Drowning in my own emptiness and I can't feel for others.
The helplessness and irritability, it is I it continuously smothers.
I want to resort to old habits, but what for?
Being sealed in an asylum behind thick metal doors.
Where I belong, in the padded white cell.
Forever contained in insanity's endless spell.
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 4:55am
24th Jun 2013 4:55am
My future
Popular bitches.
Douches in the football field.
The nerds and outcasts are forced to yield.
Guess what, though.
I'll be making the dough.
I'm an exception.
In this tiny town full of deception.
My goal, only to be the best.
Not to have the thinnest waist or biggest breasts.
But to simply stand in Forbes magazine.
I'll be the representative for women in the science and biology scene.
Douches in the football field.
The nerds and outcasts are forced to yield.
Guess what, though.
I'll be making the dough.
I'm an exception.
In this tiny town full of deception.
My goal, only to be the best.
Not to have the thinnest waist or biggest breasts.
But to simply stand in Forbes magazine.
I'll be the representative for women in the science and biology scene.
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