Submissions by TheAngelWhoFell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 7:35am
22nd Oct 2014 7:35am
A Joke.
This shell happens to be made of glass,
And skin tight.
Just because you can see me,
Doesn't make me alright.
As you look at me,
My heart beating fast.
My chest slamming hard and heavy against the glass.
To take one step forward,
Is a slam in past.
Shallow cuts and heavy heart ache,
Form this cast.
Fixing and breaking simultaneously,
I think of all the things Iv'e tried to bury.
Lost in the sands of time,
And icy analytical thoughts.
The desert of my mind is,
where Iv'e grown hot,
blooded and hearted, melting...
And skin tight.
Just because you can see me,
Doesn't make me alright.
As you look at me,
My heart beating fast.
My chest slamming hard and heavy against the glass.
To take one step forward,
Is a slam in past.
Shallow cuts and heavy heart ache,
Form this cast.
Fixing and breaking simultaneously,
I think of all the things Iv'e tried to bury.
Lost in the sands of time,
And icy analytical thoughts.
The desert of my mind is,
where Iv'e grown hot,
blooded and hearted, melting...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 4:53pm
26th Nov 2013 4:53pm
Cellar Door
I feel my attachment here fading,
My soul seeping and invading,
The depths within the floor.
Cellar Door.
Down into the Earth I go,
Sinking too a place I know,
A place that came before.
Cellar Door.
Cool concrete swirling, engulfing
My monotone memories turning.
Writhing serenely in my core.
Cellar Door.
Though there is a hallowness to what I feel,
My wounds some how continue to heal,
And my emotions out pour.
Cellar Door.
I open my eyes in a different place.
A single year down my...
My soul seeping and invading,
The depths within the floor.
Cellar Door.
Down into the Earth I go,
Sinking too a place I know,
A place that came before.
Cellar Door.
Cool concrete swirling, engulfing
My monotone memories turning.
Writhing serenely in my core.
Cellar Door.
Though there is a hallowness to what I feel,
My wounds some how continue to heal,
And my emotions out pour.
Cellar Door.
I open my eyes in a different place.
A single year down my...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 5:01pm
13th Jun 2013 5:01pm
Miscellaneous Drips
I'm starving,
I'm starving,
Or am I just craving?
Whatever white it's inside me play churning.
With intentions of white hot rage,
I drip and drool this black sadness,
on a white page.
This canvas,
Great artists and poets,
Writers and speakers,
Have laid here before.
They have painted and spit,
Written and dipped
This impassioned blood from veins,
These things emitted from the crux of our pain.
It's dripping off this canvas,
On to the world's stage,
And in it my troubles play.
I'm starving,
Or am I just craving?
Whatever white it's inside me play churning.
With intentions of white hot rage,
I drip and drool this black sadness,
on a white page.
This canvas,
Great artists and poets,
Writers and speakers,
Have laid here before.
They have painted and spit,
Written and dipped
This impassioned blood from veins,
These things emitted from the crux of our pain.
It's dripping off this canvas,
On to the world's stage,
And in it my troubles play.
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 2:21am
22nd Jan 2013 2:21am
Here Again
And how am i supposed to breath,
while I'm chocking on a world inside of me.
Cut me open to look and see,
Watch my body fall away,
And its OK because its only ever been in the way.
Blood, intestines and organs,
You will not to see.
Empty inside,
But probe your hands in and see what you find.
Maybe you will find who I am
...What I've made.
A little world in a little girl,
Trapped inside a self made cage.
Watch her shake the bars and,
SCREAM what I cant say.
She speaks in little known tongues,
But means what her words...
while I'm chocking on a world inside of me.
Cut me open to look and see,
Watch my body fall away,
And its OK because its only ever been in the way.
Blood, intestines and organs,
You will not to see.
Empty inside,
But probe your hands in and see what you find.
Maybe you will find who I am
...What I've made.
A little world in a little girl,
Trapped inside a self made cage.
Watch her shake the bars and,
SCREAM what I cant say.
She speaks in little known tongues,
But means what her words...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Dec 2012 5:26pm
27th Dec 2012 5:26pm
Inner Home
And my body begins to creak,
As an old house speaks.
Falling apart but not to ashes.
Walking to the window,
Heart beating too slow,
Looking at the cul-de-sac,
As a place where worlds crash.
But the street,
Starts looking like a trash heap.
Hot palms on a cold windowsill,
Everything is perfect,
And everything is still.
How much longer can I speak?
Until the acid eats my tongue,
Or will my will?
Moving back to where the fire started,
Leaving my heart in tatters,
As a brain cell shatters.
Another explosion...
As an old house speaks.
Falling apart but not to ashes.
Walking to the window,
Heart beating too slow,
Looking at the cul-de-sac,
As a place where worlds crash.
But the street,
Starts looking like a trash heap.
Hot palms on a cold windowsill,
Everything is perfect,
And everything is still.
How much longer can I speak?
Until the acid eats my tongue,
Or will my will?
Moving back to where the fire started,
Leaving my heart in tatters,
As a brain cell shatters.
Another explosion...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 00:55am
14th Nov 2012 00:55am
Lighter
Hells fire dancing at my fingertips,
rotting teeth smiling as a lung rips.
As I lean here in silence,
staring at my feet.
The prospect of death,
clenched between my teeth.
Sticky and black,
crawling down my throat.
Should have listened,
to what the attorney general wrote.
Mussels seize,
as the diaphragm chokes.
And out of the trachea,
pours smoke.
Chemicals and toxins,
begin to trim.
Inches and inches,
off of could have been skin.
Hells fire dancing at my finger tips,
rotting teeth smiling...
rotting teeth smiling as a lung rips.
As I lean here in silence,
staring at my feet.
The prospect of death,
clenched between my teeth.
Sticky and black,
crawling down my throat.
Should have listened,
to what the attorney general wrote.
Mussels seize,
as the diaphragm chokes.
And out of the trachea,
pours smoke.
Chemicals and toxins,
begin to trim.
Inches and inches,
off of could have been skin.
Hells fire dancing at my finger tips,
rotting teeth smiling...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2012 8:19pm
22nd Sep 2012 8:19pm
Landscapes and Gas Chambers
How beautiful is the world outside of here…
Empty bodies march, no, goose step outside,
Leading us into this place,
Where we have nowhere and nothing to hide.
Soft winds blow, taking our breath away,
As leaves fall unto the glistening snow,
On a cold winters day.
Footsteps pad on cramming us in,
Shivering bodies fill this room,
A place we have never been.
Ice crystals dance upon the air,
Branches heavy with winters mist.
Icicles draping down were the seasons kissed.
Toxins leaking through the taps,
Coughing,...
Empty bodies march, no, goose step outside,
Leading us into this place,
Where we have nowhere and nothing to hide.
Soft winds blow, taking our breath away,
As leaves fall unto the glistening snow,
On a cold winters day.
Footsteps pad on cramming us in,
Shivering bodies fill this room,
A place we have never been.
Ice crystals dance upon the air,
Branches heavy with winters mist.
Icicles draping down were the seasons kissed.
Toxins leaking through the taps,
Coughing,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 3:51pm
20th Aug 2012 3:51pm
At the Office
click, click, click, the constent beating of the celing fan, not bringing the room to life but beating it into monationy. over-head lights casting dull shadows apon the ugly green carpet with blotches of yellow and maroon, holding up the pairs and pairs of shoes holding the beings being eatten away by boardom. A repitition of almost meaningless desisions and opinions dorneing over and over, times and facts being pushed through thick skulls only to go out the other ear or maybe mouth from which we all kind of drool from, from half asleep boardom...another friday meating........
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2012 3:52am
2nd Aug 2012 3:52am
To-nights Moon.
Dull plastic scraches on the back of thighs leaving light pink lines. The moon casting its shdows of greens and blues. Black pavement seemingly swallowed by the radiant white moon, and street lights and fireflys a dim glow of yellow as I lean back and swallow all of it that I can. Breathing in colour casting aside scales and numbers for none of it could mesuare this bliss. Delicate roses, falling in the in dissalving on spiritual tastebuds. The flavors of fresh honey dew and hits of srawberry, dirt and blood wraped in the leaves of some unknown herb, they all flow in on each breath. Falling...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 3:33am
2nd Jul 2012 3:33am
Roses
The night was warm as the rain fell and clinged on to her cotten dress, the stars were out that night but were coverd by the haze of rain. Glanceing into the stars for one last look into a night time sky and unknowingly a last look of fimilure surroundings. The blow that was delivered to her skull was quick, sharp and almost unfelt, she fell instently. When she awoke warmth surrounded her, warm water. Blinking, her head turned and she slipped benith the water for a second, just a second befor the slowed body could pull her back out agin. More alert now she began taking in the room. Eyes...
818 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th May 2012 1:50am
25th May 2012 1:50am
Every where we go..
Every where we go...
...Your sending her to hell...
...Freak...
...What your doing is wrong...
...I heared that they are all preditors...
...She can never love you...
...she will regret you...
...Sinners...
...If you love her you will leave...
...all your going to do is hurt her...
...Faggot...
...This is just a phase? right?...
...you will regret her...
...Its always there.
...Your sending her to hell...
...Freak...
...What your doing is wrong...
...I heared that they are all preditors...
...She can never love you...
...she will regret you...
...Sinners...
...If you love her you will leave...
...all your going to do is hurt her...
...Faggot...
...This is just a phase? right?...
...you will regret her...
...Its always there.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2012 4:54am
11th May 2012 4:54am
The Alphabet of Self Tyranny (Skin)
A.
About to asplode,
Because of this binding body,
Causing confusion in my collections.
Damn this dysfunctional drone,
Ever filling with everlasting,
Feeling of frustrations.
Going to go,
Hide and none shall hinder,
I just cannot ignore the infant of insanity inside me,
Just joining my joints and organs.
Killing Katharine and old kindnesses,
Laughing at loss and longing,
My mind just a mini of me.
Nothing to this non-stop negative creep,
Opening old wounds, orifice,
Peeled away placing powder.
Quickly...
About to asplode,
Because of this binding body,
Causing confusion in my collections.
Damn this dysfunctional drone,
Ever filling with everlasting,
Feeling of frustrations.
Going to go,
Hide and none shall hinder,
I just cannot ignore the infant of insanity inside me,
Just joining my joints and organs.
Killing Katharine and old kindnesses,
Laughing at loss and longing,
My mind just a mini of me.
Nothing to this non-stop negative creep,
Opening old wounds, orifice,
Peeled away placing powder.
Quickly...
722 reads
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