Submissions by TheAngelWhoFell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th May 2012 3:56am
7th May 2012 3:56am
5/06/2012
Finger tips inbed themselfs into my flesh, finger nails leaving cresent shaped bruises. Body arching with the pain trying to excape trying to avoid and writh away for this feeling, but there is no prevail.Grip tightening with gravity working against both of us as I begin to slide. Or rather grind being pulled by my calfs. The soft protection of cloth soon rolls up an reveals a canvas of tanned flesh. Broken glass and pavement drag thier dagger nails down my back,warm and stinging. But soon this warmth gives way to a burning. Wet and red smears against the pealing flesh as it clings to curly...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 4:19am
2nd May 2012 4:19am
Magic Medicine
Get them to stop,
i know you can.
It always dose,
when you hold my hand.
No im not random,
the clock is laughing in my face.
Leaving me with a trace,
Of desperation.
Everything moves,
just a little too fast,
and when it slows down,
i begen to crash.
Blurred vision,
its only a symptom,
of this salt water fountin,
flowing from incisions.
How long has it been?
My stomach acid is leaving,
my stomach walls thin.
But i feel no cravings.
5 days not a new record,
of whats been heard,
15...
i know you can.
It always dose,
when you hold my hand.
No im not random,
the clock is laughing in my face.
Leaving me with a trace,
Of desperation.
Everything moves,
just a little too fast,
and when it slows down,
i begen to crash.
Blurred vision,
its only a symptom,
of this salt water fountin,
flowing from incisions.
How long has it been?
My stomach acid is leaving,
my stomach walls thin.
But i feel no cravings.
5 days not a new record,
of whats been heard,
15...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2012 2:51am
24th Apr 2012 2:51am
Rated R.
I would ask you if you,
love me.
But I know you would,
say yes.
Befor slamming me into,
the wall.
With me pounding at,
your chest
Sunglasses on very,
cloudy days.
Under long sleves hiding what,
youve done.
White rooms in,
the hospitals.
Empty bottles make you what,
youve become.
Empty bottles and promises all over,
the floor.
Blood smeared decaying just,
alittle more.
What you used to be is left at,
the door.
Empty spaces filled,
with screams.
My life is,
Rated R.
Nothing...
love me.
But I know you would,
say yes.
Befor slamming me into,
the wall.
With me pounding at,
your chest
Sunglasses on very,
cloudy days.
Under long sleves hiding what,
youve done.
White rooms in,
the hospitals.
Empty bottles make you what,
youve become.
Empty bottles and promises all over,
the floor.
Blood smeared decaying just,
alittle more.
What you used to be is left at,
the door.
Empty spaces filled,
with screams.
My life is,
Rated R.
Nothing...
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9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2012 4:53am
10th Apr 2012 4:53am
Easter
..And church is not what I remember.
Where is the elegance?
Where is the faith?
Where is the hope?
What is this place?
Is it my hope that is lost?
Or is it the enthusiasm,
that is forgotten
And what is left,
is reluctance.
Simple followers,
lost.
For blindness is the reason for the season.
And I am committing treason,
I've opened my eyes.
And spread the disease
of lost simplicity.
You may have a Shepherd
(and hes dead,
and in your head)
but your still just...
Where is the elegance?
Where is the faith?
Where is the hope?
What is this place?
Is it my hope that is lost?
Or is it the enthusiasm,
that is forgotten
And what is left,
is reluctance.
Simple followers,
lost.
For blindness is the reason for the season.
And I am committing treason,
I've opened my eyes.
And spread the disease
of lost simplicity.
You may have a Shepherd
(and hes dead,
and in your head)
but your still just...
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4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Mar 2012 10:52pm
30th Mar 2012 10:52pm
Last Nights Dream
The air was warm and misty. The smell of incence lingered in the air as it did on the tounge and over the bodies. Limbs intwined on the paded floor. Colours of deep blue, light pinks ,red and lusty purple all strung with clear beads. Small flowing tops and skirts made of thin silk lightly cling to sweat laced bodies.The red tent throughing bloody light on the walls, floor ,stage ,and refecting off the pale skin of one of the three women.Hers slowly dancing on the stage. Wet black curls pealing from the skin,lightly dripping down. The others intwinded on the floor as the curtin opened. Beads...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2012 1:12am
22nd Mar 2012 1:12am
The Strand
A sickly sweet taste invades
New found awareness
But it only adds to the chill
Of frigid limbs
Gazing with mild intrest
A tag still on a pale wrist
A simple number reads 23
Its been there from infancy
Raising up from a grainy place
Are small femine feet
Dancing to a safer place
Long black silk flows to a waist still wet
The day of celabration is here
Off to a station to drop off some fear
Letting the chill flow out
The car window
A minituare metallic scream
A automatic door opens
To a station of...
New found awareness
But it only adds to the chill
Of frigid limbs
Gazing with mild intrest
A tag still on a pale wrist
A simple number reads 23
Its been there from infancy
Raising up from a grainy place
Are small femine feet
Dancing to a safer place
Long black silk flows to a waist still wet
The day of celabration is here
Off to a station to drop off some fear
Letting the chill flow out
The car window
A minituare metallic scream
A automatic door opens
To a station of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2012 1:22am
18th Jan 2012 1:22am
Sonnet
Slow but subtle she whispers in my ear
Her soft hair blows in the nights cool breese
Telling me her plans end is getting near
That memory fades into the present with ease.
Chilled but thrilled to please my Mistress
Sheetes of crimson coats pure loving intentions
Through sanity's vains runs pure emptyness
And of our sins nothing is mentioned.
Her intentions blurred by experiance
Never less my fallisy is loyalty
But my heart shows and knows no defiance
We continue on our deadly fantasy.
Our love proseeds; blood ,loyalty, and lust...
Her soft hair blows in the nights cool breese
Telling me her plans end is getting near
That memory fades into the present with ease.
Chilled but thrilled to please my Mistress
Sheetes of crimson coats pure loving intentions
Through sanity's vains runs pure emptyness
And of our sins nothing is mentioned.
Her intentions blurred by experiance
Never less my fallisy is loyalty
But my heart shows and knows no defiance
We continue on our deadly fantasy.
Our love proseeds; blood ,loyalty, and lust...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2011 5:55am
22nd Dec 2011 5:55am
Ari
The body shakes, trembles,
and whats left resembels plesure.
Perfection or Pain?
Are they screaming,
or moaning out his name?
Lost in ruby extasy,
acid butterfly wings.
Wearing them as contacts,
blurring the vision.
Eatting away at their conseption,
of plesure.
Imbracing the distroyer as a lover.
Is this sex or mudilation?
Is this proof or a indication,
of the past to demolish,
a cristial clear dirty dimond of a future.
Will you beat me?
Will you feed me?
Will you love me?
Will...
and whats left resembels plesure.
Perfection or Pain?
Are they screaming,
or moaning out his name?
Lost in ruby extasy,
acid butterfly wings.
Wearing them as contacts,
blurring the vision.
Eatting away at their conseption,
of plesure.
Imbracing the distroyer as a lover.
Is this sex or mudilation?
Is this proof or a indication,
of the past to demolish,
a cristial clear dirty dimond of a future.
Will you beat me?
Will you feed me?
Will you love me?
Will...
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5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2011 1:33pm
28th Nov 2011 1:33pm
Still Drowning
Drowning deep in your eyes,
the lies you speak mesmerise.
they seep down into my soul,
where the truth goes,
we will never know.
Everytime you speak to me,
I see a mass of maggots,
where your mouth should be.
In a flash they evolve to flies,
and go stright through my eyes.
They lay maggots,
in my mind.
They eat the truth there,
I so highly prise.
And they stay to seep out lies.
That you told me...
But I refuse to be,
what you are to me.
A mass of mental corruption.
A master of
mental...
the lies you speak mesmerise.
they seep down into my soul,
where the truth goes,
we will never know.
Everytime you speak to me,
I see a mass of maggots,
where your mouth should be.
In a flash they evolve to flies,
and go stright through my eyes.
They lay maggots,
in my mind.
They eat the truth there,
I so highly prise.
And they stay to seep out lies.
That you told me...
But I refuse to be,
what you are to me.
A mass of mental corruption.
A master of
mental...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2011 2:04am
24th Nov 2011 2:04am
Care, Anger and Love
Carfully
Admitting
Real
Emotions
All
Negitive
Generations
Endanger
Ruin
Lack
Of
Vacuity
Emotions
Admitting
Real
Emotions
All
Negitive
Generations
Endanger
Ruin
Lack
Of
Vacuity
Emotions
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Nov 2011 4:21am
17th Nov 2011 4:21am
Everthing: a colab with TheDreamDancer
For thoes who do not know and to herself, this is with the Dream Dancer who dosent relies that when she speaks she spits out rymes and lines.
See
Whisper...in Your ear and You will hear,
everything You know You wanna hear.
All because of you I am the way I am. You put warmth through out my body, you and the nosies you make put me over the edge.
i told You i would push You,
but did You know You wouldnt struggle?
As we fall through air and rubble,
we will envelop in each other,
minds, bodies, and spirits becoming one.
Just didnt...
See
Whisper...in Your ear and You will hear,
everything You know You wanna hear.
All because of you I am the way I am. You put warmth through out my body, you and the nosies you make put me over the edge.
i told You i would push You,
but did You know You wouldnt struggle?
As we fall through air and rubble,
we will envelop in each other,
minds, bodies, and spirits becoming one.
Just didnt...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2011 10:46pm
23rd Oct 2011 10:46pm
Doll House
As I look,
it stares at me.
Glass pain windows,
where the eyes should be.
Its gaping mouth,
a open door.
Beconing me to explore.
I crawl in,
to see.
The secrets behind,
this thing that stares at me.
Big,
Black,
Unblinking,
she greets me.
Black buttons,
pain and sadism fills her eyes.
Her limp from saways,
as if taunting me,
with her mental ways.
The first room is grand,
perfect arangement,
contorts the land.
Simple white chairs.
Simple flawless forms.
This perfection is...
it stares at me.
Glass pain windows,
where the eyes should be.
Its gaping mouth,
a open door.
Beconing me to explore.
I crawl in,
to see.
The secrets behind,
this thing that stares at me.
Big,
Black,
Unblinking,
she greets me.
Black buttons,
pain and sadism fills her eyes.
Her limp from saways,
as if taunting me,
with her mental ways.
The first room is grand,
perfect arangement,
contorts the land.
Simple white chairs.
Simple flawless forms.
This perfection is...
1109 reads
2 Comments
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