Submissions by TheAngelWhoFell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
8th Sep 2011 4:09am
8th Sep 2011 4:09am
Picture
Blue circles,
gleam in the light.
And reflect,
the tears in my eyes.
Another in,
hope is expanded.
Screaming in my head,
my mental state demands it.
Next are white,
and oval.
My point of view,
ever hopeful.
World spinning,
in my arms.
Crashing now,
and falling apart.
I hit the ground,
red paint splatters.
Staring at the liquid,
nothing else matters.
Finally,
put me in a trance.
Spining, blurry,
on a suicide romance.
In love with the idea,
I could live with out,...
gleam in the light.
And reflect,
the tears in my eyes.
Another in,
hope is expanded.
Screaming in my head,
my mental state demands it.
Next are white,
and oval.
My point of view,
ever hopeful.
World spinning,
in my arms.
Crashing now,
and falling apart.
I hit the ground,
red paint splatters.
Staring at the liquid,
nothing else matters.
Finally,
put me in a trance.
Spining, blurry,
on a suicide romance.
In love with the idea,
I could live with out,...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2011 2:52am
7th Sep 2011 2:52am
Whispers
The world whispers,
in your ear.
Tells you everything,
you dont want to hear.
Not just coincidences,
but the truth.
No matter how damned it may be,
its the truth that sets you free.
It cannot be tamed,
it constently mames.
Your mind,
and what you try to hide.
No matter how you attempt,
the words and images deep inside.
Refuses to be keept,
or slip away and die.
The hate,
the fear,
the tears,
its all there.
Even tho we feel unprepaired,
we knew it was coming.
It was in the air,...
in your ear.
Tells you everything,
you dont want to hear.
Not just coincidences,
but the truth.
No matter how damned it may be,
its the truth that sets you free.
It cannot be tamed,
it constently mames.
Your mind,
and what you try to hide.
No matter how you attempt,
the words and images deep inside.
Refuses to be keept,
or slip away and die.
The hate,
the fear,
the tears,
its all there.
Even tho we feel unprepaired,
we knew it was coming.
It was in the air,...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2011 2:25am
7th Sep 2011 2:25am
Untitled
The paper will deteriorate,
so will flesh and bone.
Everything hallow,
empty,
and alone
so will flesh and bone.
Everything hallow,
empty,
and alone
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Sep 2011 3:57am
6th Sep 2011 3:57am
Black Silk
Hello my Mistress,
the one i never adored.
The friend i thought i had,
my body You explored.
Not only internal pain,
but larger quantity.
Red skin, cuts in,
Sadistic fantasy.
Tho i cried,
the pain i scream.
With Your green eyes,
You stared at me,
like a beautiful dream.
Foreign object,
You thrust in.
Another wound,
i finally gave in.
A black silk bed,
a black hole i fall in.
When you pushed it in,
i was pushed farther then ive ever been.
i crawled out,
but still half way in....
the one i never adored.
The friend i thought i had,
my body You explored.
Not only internal pain,
but larger quantity.
Red skin, cuts in,
Sadistic fantasy.
Tho i cried,
the pain i scream.
With Your green eyes,
You stared at me,
like a beautiful dream.
Foreign object,
You thrust in.
Another wound,
i finally gave in.
A black silk bed,
a black hole i fall in.
When you pushed it in,
i was pushed farther then ive ever been.
i crawled out,
but still half way in....
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 3:53am
5th Sep 2011 3:53am
Truth
In my hand,
I have it now.
But should I,
will I,
attempt to swallow it?
Because what they say,
"Ignorance is bliss".
But then again,
the truth will set you free.
And everything eventual,
will happen eventually.
So why procrastinate?
Procrastination is like masturbation,
your only fucking yourself in the end.
So with some considaration,
and almost no hesitation.
I pop it in my mouth,
and try to force it down.
But the large smooth pill,
turned into,
Something spiky and silvery blue....
I have it now.
But should I,
will I,
attempt to swallow it?
Because what they say,
"Ignorance is bliss".
But then again,
the truth will set you free.
And everything eventual,
will happen eventually.
So why procrastinate?
Procrastination is like masturbation,
your only fucking yourself in the end.
So with some considaration,
and almost no hesitation.
I pop it in my mouth,
and try to force it down.
But the large smooth pill,
turned into,
Something spiky and silvery blue....
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2011 5:36pm
27th Aug 2011 5:36pm
Starshine
With blurry vision I gaze into the night,
millions of stars are all thats in sight.
Every time I see one,
I think of you
A million memories aginst a backdrop of dark blue,
millions of thoughts.
Only a hundered prossesd through,
even a glimps can make me think of you.
You are the light,
In the black night.
Starshine.
To Star rest in peace <3
millions of stars are all thats in sight.
Every time I see one,
I think of you
A million memories aginst a backdrop of dark blue,
millions of thoughts.
Only a hundered prossesd through,
even a glimps can make me think of you.
You are the light,
In the black night.
Starshine.
To Star rest in peace <3
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 6:37pm
18th Aug 2011 6:37pm
In The Night
No time.
No rhyme.
No fun.
No sun--
Shine raining down as it should,
in this thing called childhood.
This gloom
Is begging for the Sun to shine through.
Rain is in the forcast,
and drowing me in my past.
Your so far away,
I'm screaming out your name.
I see you in the distance,
but I'm met with resistance.
Saltwater rain burns my wounds,
Words of pain I'm screaming at the moon.
No rhyme.
No fun.
No sun--
Shine raining down as it should,
in this thing called childhood.
This gloom
Is begging for the Sun to shine through.
Rain is in the forcast,
and drowing me in my past.
Your so far away,
I'm screaming out your name.
I see you in the distance,
but I'm met with resistance.
Saltwater rain burns my wounds,
Words of pain I'm screaming at the moon.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 6:57pm
17th Aug 2011 6:57pm
Love
Cannibals together
Two birds of a feather
We share this sacred bond
Not of man and woman
But the blood on our shrine
Our soon to be feast
Is laying at our feet
Contomplating on what to do
I stare at you
You stare back at me
And simply say
"Memento Mori"
Nodding to me
You kneal to the ground
Silently, without a sound
You pull a blade from your boot
But the sound is nothing to it across her throat
The crimson staining the purity
Of the silken cloth wore she
Off the stand next to me
I...
Two birds of a feather
We share this sacred bond
Not of man and woman
But the blood on our shrine
Our soon to be feast
Is laying at our feet
Contomplating on what to do
I stare at you
You stare back at me
And simply say
"Memento Mori"
Nodding to me
You kneal to the ground
Silently, without a sound
You pull a blade from your boot
But the sound is nothing to it across her throat
The crimson staining the purity
Of the silken cloth wore she
Off the stand next to me
I...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 4:01am
15th Aug 2011 4:01am
Now
Im on my knees
Begging you please
Stop the pain
In her name
Stop the knife
End this life
Start anew
With or without you
I will begin to see the light
Without you hugging too tight
Enough to asphyxiate
And incase
Me in you
Its like the flu
Spreading throughout
Causing dought
Hate
And distaste
Of the entire human race
No, just the base
Of how it starts
It comes from deep within the heart
The care
People share
They provide
It causes a divide
Between me and you
We will let nobody through...
Begging you please
Stop the pain
In her name
Stop the knife
End this life
Start anew
With or without you
I will begin to see the light
Without you hugging too tight
Enough to asphyxiate
And incase
Me in you
Its like the flu
Spreading throughout
Causing dought
Hate
And distaste
Of the entire human race
No, just the base
Of how it starts
It comes from deep within the heart
The care
People share
They provide
It causes a divide
Between me and you
We will let nobody through...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2011 11:50pm
13th Aug 2011 11:50pm
Me, Myself, and I
Take this bottle from my hand
And maybe we can start again
Just promise me
You will not leave
Because once
Is more then enough for me
Days were months
Weeks were years
And ever since then
I've had this fear
That I would be alone
And you would be on your throne
And I would fight
And try to make it through the night
I won the battle
I lost the war
My sadness my fears I outpour
Into the night
As I fight
A war that seems
Its you against me
But in the end
Through the screams
I know its me
Thats stabing...
And maybe we can start again
Just promise me
You will not leave
Because once
Is more then enough for me
Days were months
Weeks were years
And ever since then
I've had this fear
That I would be alone
And you would be on your throne
And I would fight
And try to make it through the night
I won the battle
I lost the war
My sadness my fears I outpour
Into the night
As I fight
A war that seems
Its you against me
But in the end
Through the screams
I know its me
Thats stabing...
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