Submissions by TheAngelWhoFell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 4:02am
22nd Oct 2011 4:02am
Satans Point of View
Peel away my attractive shell,
and I'll show you something real.
I am not the preaditor,
I am the prey.
A monster.
That the truly weak created,
but their sucess is not celeabrated.
For their sucuess is a failure,
they've made another.
Destroyer.
Of lives,
of love,
creator of lies.
My soul rots,
I attract flies.
I fill the hole thats been eatten,
with sins and tragities,
I've created.
Who am I?
They prefer to call my Satan
and I'll show you something real.
I am not the preaditor,
I am the prey.
A monster.
That the truly weak created,
but their sucess is not celeabrated.
For their sucuess is a failure,
they've made another.
Destroyer.
Of lives,
of love,
creator of lies.
My soul rots,
I attract flies.
I fill the hole thats been eatten,
with sins and tragities,
I've created.
Who am I?
They prefer to call my Satan
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2011 11:30pm
19th Oct 2011 11:30pm
Up
This journy seems to never end,
with myself as my only friend.
My speed declining,
at a steady pace.
My heart wanting to see,
the end of this race.
That was never about speed,
only pace.
I grasp the ledge,
its like all others,
pulling myself up.
Trying to cover,
as much space as possibal,
in my hurdal.
So I wont have to walk far,
to my next struggle.
I see the horision,
an infinity above me.
But so ever in reach.
Infinity I will breach.
Seven more above me,
one for each of my tragitys.
If I dont...
with myself as my only friend.
My speed declining,
at a steady pace.
My heart wanting to see,
the end of this race.
That was never about speed,
only pace.
I grasp the ledge,
its like all others,
pulling myself up.
Trying to cover,
as much space as possibal,
in my hurdal.
So I wont have to walk far,
to my next struggle.
I see the horision,
an infinity above me.
But so ever in reach.
Infinity I will breach.
Seven more above me,
one for each of my tragitys.
If I dont...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 5:18am
11th Oct 2011 5:18am
Mind f**k
Eyes glistening,
like a exploding star.
Your name echoes,
near and far.
"Ouch"
You smirk.
I shudder as,
your mind goes to work.
"Let us bring up,
the pretty pictures.
You try to forget.
Please, do not regret
His hands on you,
the pain you felt.
Every bruise.
They all help."
Me-
Not you.
You squrim,
and try to move.
I squeese my eyes shut,
I cant let you win.
Cant let them erupt,
with tears and fear.
Damn I slipped,
and let one drip. ...
like a exploding star.
Your name echoes,
near and far.
"Ouch"
You smirk.
I shudder as,
your mind goes to work.
"Let us bring up,
the pretty pictures.
You try to forget.
Please, do not regret
His hands on you,
the pain you felt.
Every bruise.
They all help."
Me-
Not you.
You squrim,
and try to move.
I squeese my eyes shut,
I cant let you win.
Cant let them erupt,
with tears and fear.
Damn I slipped,
and let one drip. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2011 3:58am
7th Oct 2011 3:58am
A voiced opinion (3 mintute poem)
Your doing it again,
thoes things you do.
Looking too hard,
at the things infront of you.
Let you hair down,
Beat the fear,
Im not going any where.
Stop shaking.
Stop twiching.
Open up your mind and listen.
Everything will be,
Better then ok.
Shit wont hit the fan,
Not the wall,
not today.
All I want to do,
Is wrap around you.
And steal your fears,
Your fustrations with life,
let me take them tonight.
Your lack of controll,
let me take hold.
And pull out your sreangth.
For you to see,
what i...
thoes things you do.
Looking too hard,
at the things infront of you.
Let you hair down,
Beat the fear,
Im not going any where.
Stop shaking.
Stop twiching.
Open up your mind and listen.
Everything will be,
Better then ok.
Shit wont hit the fan,
Not the wall,
not today.
All I want to do,
Is wrap around you.
And steal your fears,
Your fustrations with life,
let me take them tonight.
Your lack of controll,
let me take hold.
And pull out your sreangth.
For you to see,
what i...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Sep 2011 2:55am
30th Sep 2011 2:55am
The Flowers
I go to the factory,
where the False Flowers grow.
Each one is beautiful,
and everybody knows.
Who came from the factory,
and who grows on their own.
where the False Flowers grow.
Each one is beautiful,
and everybody knows.
Who came from the factory,
and who grows on their own.
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2011 3:03am
29th Sep 2011 3:03am
The Night Befor
When I say tick tock,
will you stop?
And look at your watch,
or wait untill the pendulam drops?
When it falls,
most of us will lose it all.
Not me Im done fall-
ing it landed on top of me.
Now we both stop falling,
Oh, look,
it went through,
eww...
The stomach acid,
it eats through,
the skin.
As chemical and blood mix,
it makes me sick.
My migrain headach,
wakes.
It all comes back to me.
My bodys hurting,
and my eyes ease.
As my mind bleeds.
Damn thats a bad dream.
Oh no,
its realiuty.
It...
will you stop?
And look at your watch,
or wait untill the pendulam drops?
When it falls,
most of us will lose it all.
Not me Im done fall-
ing it landed on top of me.
Now we both stop falling,
Oh, look,
it went through,
eww...
The stomach acid,
it eats through,
the skin.
As chemical and blood mix,
it makes me sick.
My migrain headach,
wakes.
It all comes back to me.
My bodys hurting,
and my eyes ease.
As my mind bleeds.
Damn thats a bad dream.
Oh no,
its realiuty.
It...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Sep 2011 1:18am
25th Sep 2011 1:18am
Christmas
Shivering in the cold,
you put me in.
This thin white dress,
is nothing against.
Sanding at the door,
calling her name.
Through the windows,
I see her pain.
I run,
door to door,
trying to find,
somewhere warm.
Pounding at mine,
feeling ashamed.
Knowing I cant do anything,
but scream.
you put me in.
This thin white dress,
is nothing against.
Sanding at the door,
calling her name.
Through the windows,
I see her pain.
I run,
door to door,
trying to find,
somewhere warm.
Pounding at mine,
feeling ashamed.
Knowing I cant do anything,
but scream.
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 4:40am
22nd Sep 2011 4:40am
For Sammy
You have yours and I have mine,
they come with thought, experiance and time.
They show not only on the skin,
but thin white lines,
on your soul and in you mind.
Did you deserve it?
No not at all,
you didnt deserve it but you watched it fall.
Crimson not only a colour but a feeling,
Not only your skin but your soul is bleeding.
Thoughts and memories numb and dull,
but when sharp and clear cuts through your skull.
Punishment you call it,
but thats not what I feel.
Its relief,
as if reality stopped being real.
...
they come with thought, experiance and time.
They show not only on the skin,
but thin white lines,
on your soul and in you mind.
Did you deserve it?
No not at all,
you didnt deserve it but you watched it fall.
Crimson not only a colour but a feeling,
Not only your skin but your soul is bleeding.
Thoughts and memories numb and dull,
but when sharp and clear cuts through your skull.
Punishment you call it,
but thats not what I feel.
Its relief,
as if reality stopped being real.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2011 4:57am
19th Sep 2011 4:57am
Sky
Head throbbing with beats,
seconds and minutes,
pulsing with heat.
Falling through the Earth,
doors appear in seeming random bursts.
Smooth,shiney.
Silver, black, yellow,
the handles, the hole,
feeling mellow.
At the begenning it is as it seems,
the creation of my being.
I grasp the handle, walking through,
waves of sadness attack you.
Being no longer myself,
I observe with slight stealth.
I get this sinking feeling,
and fall through the floor.
A glass grid above,
and you leave.
The tears fall...
seconds and minutes,
pulsing with heat.
Falling through the Earth,
doors appear in seeming random bursts.
Smooth,shiney.
Silver, black, yellow,
the handles, the hole,
feeling mellow.
At the begenning it is as it seems,
the creation of my being.
I grasp the handle, walking through,
waves of sadness attack you.
Being no longer myself,
I observe with slight stealth.
I get this sinking feeling,
and fall through the floor.
A glass grid above,
and you leave.
The tears fall...
#sea
#sun
#sky
#clouds
#narrative
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2011 2:36am
18th Sep 2011 2:36am
Fell or Jumped?
Once apon a time,
I ripped the wings from my spine.
And left the heaven,
that was never mine
My true hell was that,
so called paradise.
I landed with Lilth,
and lived with my demon sisters.
Now in full power,
I rose from below.
Lived in human blasphemy,
now with sinners to fallow me.
I swam in there moral filth,
an coughed up christianity.
All the twisted humans
are want to bes to me.
I am social garbage.
I am moral trash.
And the truth is,
Im the only one that will ever last.
I ripped the wings from my spine.
And left the heaven,
that was never mine
My true hell was that,
so called paradise.
I landed with Lilth,
and lived with my demon sisters.
Now in full power,
I rose from below.
Lived in human blasphemy,
now with sinners to fallow me.
I swam in there moral filth,
an coughed up christianity.
All the twisted humans
are want to bes to me.
I am social garbage.
I am moral trash.
And the truth is,
Im the only one that will ever last.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2011 00:58am
16th Sep 2011 00:58am
Hurricane
Sheets of soft hair,
fall like rain.
Electrifying eyes,
strike fear into me again.
Flooded with emotions,
lust, betrayal, and pain.
The memories flood in again,
I wish it would go away.
My confidence,
taken by the wind.
Strongas a storm,
her breath blows me away
And she kills me slowly,
just like a hurricane.
fall like rain.
Electrifying eyes,
strike fear into me again.
Flooded with emotions,
lust, betrayal, and pain.
The memories flood in again,
I wish it would go away.
My confidence,
taken by the wind.
Strongas a storm,
her breath blows me away
And she kills me slowly,
just like a hurricane.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2011 00:00am
11th Sep 2011 00:00am
Mommy
Bright eyes stare at me,
still lost in her dreams.
Innosense,
unbroken, unspoiled.
No dought comes out,
her mouth.
"Mommy why do you
walk like that?
Where did those scars come from?
I just saw that."
I hesatated,
when did she become observant?
Mommy used to be with some people,
but we wernt equal.
We got into fights,
over money and plants.
And mommy got hurt a couple of times,
and they diddnt heal right.
"Why mommy? These people sound bad.
They sound greedy.
Wernt they happy with...
still lost in her dreams.
Innosense,
unbroken, unspoiled.
No dought comes out,
her mouth.
"Mommy why do you
walk like that?
Where did those scars come from?
I just saw that."
I hesatated,
when did she become observant?
Mommy used to be with some people,
but we wernt equal.
We got into fights,
over money and plants.
And mommy got hurt a couple of times,
and they diddnt heal right.
"Why mommy? These people sound bad.
They sound greedy.
Wernt they happy with...
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