Submissions by Somewhere_Somehow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2011 4:11am
10th Dec 2011 4:11am
She
She stands across the room from me,
My feet nervously tapping a strange beat
Her body melts into the floor,
My eyes meet hers once more
All of the sudden, I was back again
In this place where happiness was gain
Was it heaven? No, it was hell,
Exhausted, as my veins started to swell
Everyday, she was there
Pink and yellow flowers tucked in her hair
She wasn’t a day over eight,
When she discovered that love wasn’t hate…
…Hate, hate, hate this fucking place,
Hate my own fucking face
She was...
My feet nervously tapping a strange beat
Her body melts into the floor,
My eyes meet hers once more
All of the sudden, I was back again
In this place where happiness was gain
Was it heaven? No, it was hell,
Exhausted, as my veins started to swell
Everyday, she was there
Pink and yellow flowers tucked in her hair
She wasn’t a day over eight,
When she discovered that love wasn’t hate…
…Hate, hate, hate this fucking place,
Hate my own fucking face
She was...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2011 4:52am
21st Jul 2011 4:52am
This
And the poem that comes from heart is this;
There are no rhymes to it....
Just truth.
The truth lies in this,
That this life is a pitiful book,
And the end will never come unless the author does it themselves.
There are no rhymes to it....
Just truth.
The truth lies in this,
That this life is a pitiful book,
And the end will never come unless the author does it themselves.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2010 2:57am
10th Dec 2010 2:57am
The Beast
I live on hearing my stomach growl.
It's like a savage beast letting out a howl.
Feasting on everything but food,
My mind's complications have been unglued.
Destroyed by a body I hate;
All I want is to be underweight.
Covering myself with baggy clothes,
It's always easier to take a second dose.
I'm full, I swear.
Full of the fact that I do not care.
No one knows.
It doesn't show.
I'm average.
The beast is still savage.
It's like a savage beast letting out a howl.
Feasting on everything but food,
My mind's complications have been unglued.
Destroyed by a body I hate;
All I want is to be underweight.
Covering myself with baggy clothes,
It's always easier to take a second dose.
I'm full, I swear.
Full of the fact that I do not care.
No one knows.
It doesn't show.
I'm average.
The beast is still savage.
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2010 2:27am
17th Nov 2010 2:27am
Ana & Mia
My insides are my soul,
Therefor I'm always full.
Filled with hate, fear and feud.
Within this confusion, there's no room for food.
People noticing, saying I'm getting too thin.
No one understands that eating is a sin.
Getting on the scale, fear of gaining weight.
But in the end, my own self is what I hate.
It ends at night, and starts when I wake.
Mia's here, my body to take.
Therefor I'm always full.
Filled with hate, fear and feud.
Within this confusion, there's no room for food.
People noticing, saying I'm getting too thin.
No one understands that eating is a sin.
Getting on the scale, fear of gaining weight.
But in the end, my own self is what I hate.
It ends at night, and starts when I wake.
Mia's here, my body to take.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Nov 2010 1:45am
5th Nov 2010 1:45am
We're All Zombies
Blood runs from your leg to the floor,
The blade asking for even more.
Your insides, begging for food,
Skinny and fat having a feud.
Imperfection is the only thing you see,
When completion is all you seek.
But you're like a zombie, half dead.
Only alive within your head.
Feelings, emotions, have flooded down the drain.
Along with your watery blood, along with your pain.
Your lungs are desperate for air,
Under suicide's playful dare.
The rope sweetly hugs you around your neck,
The zombie's too dead to bring back.
The blade asking for even more.
Your insides, begging for food,
Skinny and fat having a feud.
Imperfection is the only thing you see,
When completion is all you seek.
But you're like a zombie, half dead.
Only alive within your head.
Feelings, emotions, have flooded down the drain.
Along with your watery blood, along with your pain.
Your lungs are desperate for air,
Under suicide's playful dare.
The rope sweetly hugs you around your neck,
The zombie's too dead to bring back.
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2010 4:27am
7th Oct 2010 4:27am
Death
Death isn't bad, it's nothing to mourn.
It's the place where life is torn.
Ghouls fly in the air like soaring kites,
Covering your mind within the heights.
Zombies sneaking, devouring flesh.
Running to your grave, while your skin is still fresh.
Osiris bypasses you, allowing you to walk.
There are no words, no room to talk.
Your mouth almost forms a smile,
Hoping that we'll stay here for a while.
But soon, the vampires will run out of things to bite.
Ghosts will stop their moans in the night.
Humid fog will swallow your vision,
Giving your...
It's the place where life is torn.
Ghouls fly in the air like soaring kites,
Covering your mind within the heights.
Zombies sneaking, devouring flesh.
Running to your grave, while your skin is still fresh.
Osiris bypasses you, allowing you to walk.
There are no words, no room to talk.
Your mouth almost forms a smile,
Hoping that we'll stay here for a while.
But soon, the vampires will run out of things to bite.
Ghosts will stop their moans in the night.
Humid fog will swallow your vision,
Giving your...
#dark
#death
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Sep 2010 3:49am
28th Sep 2010 3:49am
Ribbon
Her fingers around a cigarette,
These are the years she will never forget.
The times her father beat his fist upon her door.
The moments her own grave called for more.
She was confused, hurt, not knowing how to cope.
Her fingers smelling of the back of her throat.
Purging her frustration and pain,
Crying each night over weight gain.
The only reflection she knew was that of a razor.
The smile of the sharp metal always phased her.
The blood ran off of her leg, depression to please.
Like thick red hair, blowing in the breeze.
She's happy for a...
These are the years she will never forget.
The times her father beat his fist upon her door.
The moments her own grave called for more.
She was confused, hurt, not knowing how to cope.
Her fingers smelling of the back of her throat.
Purging her frustration and pain,
Crying each night over weight gain.
The only reflection she knew was that of a razor.
The smile of the sharp metal always phased her.
The blood ran off of her leg, depression to please.
Like thick red hair, blowing in the breeze.
She's happy for a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2010 00:48am
24th Sep 2010 00:48am
Losing the Feelings
You're not matching me, I'm not matching you.
Like burning puzzle pieces.
Our hands are losing feeling from trying to bend them,
Yet we don't listen to what the burns teach us.
So there goes us,
We crumble and fall.
Staring in awe,
At the tower that was once tall.
My leg, my razor.
Making a blood brush stroke.
You and your lies,
Only knowing how to chain-smoke.
Now a tornado,
That was once a clear blue sky.
It was once a whisper,
Now a scream to the world "Goodbye."
Like burning puzzle pieces.
Our hands are losing feeling from trying to bend them,
Yet we don't listen to what the burns teach us.
So there goes us,
We crumble and fall.
Staring in awe,
At the tower that was once tall.
My leg, my razor.
Making a blood brush stroke.
You and your lies,
Only knowing how to chain-smoke.
Now a tornado,
That was once a clear blue sky.
It was once a whisper,
Now a scream to the world "Goodbye."
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2010 5:08am
7th Sep 2010 5:08am
War In My Mind
A silent room in the darkest hour,
Sleep is here, my conscious to devour.
The car’s headlights crawl over my back,
Reminding me how my nightmares attack.
Men marching in strict lines, over my skull.
Shooting their muskets in each direction, under my minds control.
Following the general’s well thought preplan,
Hours into my dream, and the bloodshed has only began.
Men falling from left to right,
Last thoughts about his daughter, last thoughts about his wife.
A sealed letter from the trenches, sent back north.
Numbers can’t describe how many tears...
Sleep is here, my conscious to devour.
The car’s headlights crawl over my back,
Reminding me how my nightmares attack.
Men marching in strict lines, over my skull.
Shooting their muskets in each direction, under my minds control.
Following the general’s well thought preplan,
Hours into my dream, and the bloodshed has only began.
Men falling from left to right,
Last thoughts about his daughter, last thoughts about his wife.
A sealed letter from the trenches, sent back north.
Numbers can’t describe how many tears...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Aug 2010 3:58am
30th Aug 2010 3:58am
Maybe This Time
The words they say flood to my head,
A razor in my hand at the edge of my bed.
Maybe this time it will actually work,
I'm haunted by my failed suicide's smirk.
This isn't the way I should behave,
But my name is constantly called by the grave.
My father was a preacher, I never called him daddy.
Since it's towards the end, I admit I've been bratty.
My mother brought me happiness, but I'm not happy enough.
I'm not one of those people who clearly say life is tough.
My pain has been rotting, like my soon to be hanging corpse.
I'm crushed to death,...
A razor in my hand at the edge of my bed.
Maybe this time it will actually work,
I'm haunted by my failed suicide's smirk.
This isn't the way I should behave,
But my name is constantly called by the grave.
My father was a preacher, I never called him daddy.
Since it's towards the end, I admit I've been bratty.
My mother brought me happiness, but I'm not happy enough.
I'm not one of those people who clearly say life is tough.
My pain has been rotting, like my soon to be hanging corpse.
I'm crushed to death,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2010 4:28pm
13th Aug 2010 4:28pm
City Lights
I look at the earth bellow, and declared it mine.
I scooped up the multicolored lights, man’s design.
I sat and strung them on a rigid string,
Hung it around my neck, wearing a few as a ring.
Times grew old, trends came to an end.
Older, sipping tea with a conceited friend.
Speaking of her crystals and diamonds.
How they all cost her thousands.
I smiled, because I went above the clouds and kites
And reached bellow and stole the city lights.
I take them out when I cry, ears full of lies
To have the orange, gold, and silver dance in my eyes.
We...
I scooped up the multicolored lights, man’s design.
I sat and strung them on a rigid string,
Hung it around my neck, wearing a few as a ring.
Times grew old, trends came to an end.
Older, sipping tea with a conceited friend.
Speaking of her crystals and diamonds.
How they all cost her thousands.
I smiled, because I went above the clouds and kites
And reached bellow and stole the city lights.
I take them out when I cry, ears full of lies
To have the orange, gold, and silver dance in my eyes.
We...
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