Submissions by SimplySadistic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2016 00:34am
31st Jul 2016 00:34am
Undeniably Broken
A beautiful wreck
A lovely mess
Whatever the fuck you want to call me.
I am broken.
Crushed.
Scarred.
Flawed.
Simple as that.
And I try to be a good person.
To help.
To heal.
To cleanse.
But lately,
I've been neglecting myself.
Because everyone else seems to not care
About me.
So why should I?
I am not important.
I am not relevant.
I am not meaningful.
I am not significant.
I am not worthwhile.
I am none of the above.
I wish that I could be someone
That people...
A lovely mess
Whatever the fuck you want to call me.
I am broken.
Crushed.
Scarred.
Flawed.
Simple as that.
And I try to be a good person.
To help.
To heal.
To cleanse.
But lately,
I've been neglecting myself.
Because everyone else seems to not care
About me.
So why should I?
I am not important.
I am not relevant.
I am not meaningful.
I am not significant.
I am not worthwhile.
I am none of the above.
I wish that I could be someone
That people...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jul 2016 7:24pm
30th Jul 2016 7:24pm
Hide and Seek
I am broken.
This is not a boast
Or an opinion.
This is a cold hard fact.
Five.
But how can I look my mother
In her eyes and tell her
That I've been dead inside
Since I was a young boy?
How do I go through life
Knowing that at any second
The darkness could come right
Through my doors and into
My house with no regard of whether
Or not I had visitors over or
Even care if I was even home.
Four.
The darkness is a monster.
It will feed on the hatred you have
In your heart...
This is not a boast
Or an opinion.
This is a cold hard fact.
Five.
But how can I look my mother
In her eyes and tell her
That I've been dead inside
Since I was a young boy?
How do I go through life
Knowing that at any second
The darkness could come right
Through my doors and into
My house with no regard of whether
Or not I had visitors over or
Even care if I was even home.
Four.
The darkness is a monster.
It will feed on the hatred you have
In your heart...
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 9:54pm
29th Jun 2016 9:54pm
Tipping The Scales
On a scale of relevant
to overwhelmingly insignificant,
I am nothing.
I am not born into this shit hole for some undiscovered purpose,
I was not made to heal
or help
or to have purpose
or to do anything-
anything at all, fucking anything.
I was made for nothing.
I cannot feel,
I cannot taste,
hear,
smell,
see,
I cannot comprehend my own rotten existence.
Life is not beautiful.
Life is fucking atrocious.
Life is locking yourself in your room and painting your wrists with a razor.
Life is...
to overwhelmingly insignificant,
I am nothing.
I am not born into this shit hole for some undiscovered purpose,
I was not made to heal
or help
or to have purpose
or to do anything-
anything at all, fucking anything.
I was made for nothing.
I cannot feel,
I cannot taste,
hear,
smell,
see,
I cannot comprehend my own rotten existence.
Life is not beautiful.
Life is fucking atrocious.
Life is locking yourself in your room and painting your wrists with a razor.
Life is...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2016 9:43pm
29th Jun 2016 9:43pm
Her
She is the ocean and I am a grain of sand on the beach, failing to compare to her glory.
She is a field of flowers and I am but a blade of grass, marveling at her presence.
She is the world. And I am just a flaw on her surface.
She is the universe. And I am a dimly lit star, that will never bring her enough light.
She is perfect. And I am the epitome of imperfection.
She is God. And I am not worthy.
She is a field of flowers and I am but a blade of grass, marveling at her presence.
She is the world. And I am just a flaw on her surface.
She is the universe. And I am a dimly lit star, that will never bring her enough light.
She is perfect. And I am the epitome of imperfection.
She is God. And I am not worthy.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2013 2:20am
9th May 2013 2:20am
A Kid In A Candy Shop
If life were a piece of candy,
it'd be black licorice.
Because there's only a few
people that it's good to.
it'd be black licorice.
Because there's only a few
people that it's good to.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2013 5:38pm
26th Apr 2013 5:38pm
Reflections
Mirrors are an odd thing,
aren't they? A window to
another realm. And for as
long as I stare into a mirror,
I wonder if my reflection
is thinking the same thing.
aren't they? A window to
another realm. And for as
long as I stare into a mirror,
I wonder if my reflection
is thinking the same thing.
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 3:59am
31st Mar 2013 3:59am
Marathon Man
Sometimes I forget what it痴 like to be happy-
like I知 slowly losing this race.
I constantly feel like I知 not good enough
and I need to pick up the pace.
But the thing is, I知 not good at running
and I don稚 think I ever have been.
I seem to trip and stumble
and sometimes I scratch my skin.
The wounds heal over time
but my heart will feel the pain.
While the other runners seem to stay dry,
I知 walking in the rain.
Maybe I知 wearing the wrong shoes-
I should get out of this pair.
I wonder what people would think;
But...
like I知 slowly losing this race.
I constantly feel like I知 not good enough
and I need to pick up the pace.
But the thing is, I知 not good at running
and I don稚 think I ever have been.
I seem to trip and stumble
and sometimes I scratch my skin.
The wounds heal over time
but my heart will feel the pain.
While the other runners seem to stay dry,
I知 walking in the rain.
Maybe I知 wearing the wrong shoes-
I should get out of this pair.
I wonder what people would think;
But...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 2:45am
24th Feb 2013 2:45am
The Man In The Mirror
I look into the mirror
and all that I see
is hatred for the man
staring back at me.
and all that I see
is hatred for the man
staring back at me.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 4:36pm
23rd Feb 2013 4:36pm
With Empty Hearts
With empty hearts
we act like we love
the first person to ever
say those three words back,
even though you know
they're just lusting for your body.
With hollow souls
we pretend to care about
some kid dying of
starvation in some
third world country
while we eat our fast food.
With vacant eyes
we see our imperfections
and hypocrisy reveals itself
as we accuse others of
"disturbing the peace"
when there's a war in another country that you started.
And with insignificant words
you preach...
we act like we love
the first person to ever
say those three words back,
even though you know
they're just lusting for your body.
With hollow souls
we pretend to care about
some kid dying of
starvation in some
third world country
while we eat our fast food.
With vacant eyes
we see our imperfections
and hypocrisy reveals itself
as we accuse others of
"disturbing the peace"
when there's a war in another country that you started.
And with insignificant words
you preach...
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