Submissions by TheLiarsPlay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I usually write dark with very few happy poems. Most of them are personal.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 2:03am
1st Dec 2014 2:03am
Lost
I am lost.
Not lost in you;
I'm lost entirely.
I don't know what I want,
not a clue to what I need.
Just an undesirable yearning;
a yearning, to be freed.
Simple decisions are not so simple
and happiness only a dream,
love is not a feeling but a day to day routine.
I no longer know myself, or things I want achieved,
Every day gets harder
and no longer can I breathe.
I am lost, not lost in you,
but lost as lost can be.
I only hope...
Someday I pray...
Somebody, please, finds me.
Not lost in you;
I'm lost entirely.
I don't know what I want,
not a clue to what I need.
Just an undesirable yearning;
a yearning, to be freed.
Simple decisions are not so simple
and happiness only a dream,
love is not a feeling but a day to day routine.
I no longer know myself, or things I want achieved,
Every day gets harder
and no longer can I breathe.
I am lost, not lost in you,
but lost as lost can be.
I only hope...
Someday I pray...
Somebody, please, finds me.
660 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2013 2:24pm
30th Aug 2013 2:24pm
Untittled trials
Everyone's your enemy, everyone's your friend;
Watch your mouth, watch your back;
Smile. Nod. Pretend..
Pretend that I don't see you walking feircly to your class;
once together, then just friends,
now silently we pass..
Missing who we used to be,
wishing to go back.
Playing cat and mouse, you see,
but now I'm losing track.
You've already given up, but yet,
through dreams I try.
Wanting, yearning, needing freedom to fly.
My broken wings that once were mended
have faded and dried out
The song that used to...
Watch your mouth, watch your back;
Smile. Nod. Pretend..
Pretend that I don't see you walking feircly to your class;
once together, then just friends,
now silently we pass..
Missing who we used to be,
wishing to go back.
Playing cat and mouse, you see,
but now I'm losing track.
You've already given up, but yet,
through dreams I try.
Wanting, yearning, needing freedom to fly.
My broken wings that once were mended
have faded and dried out
The song that used to...
757 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 4:38pm
14th Jun 2012 4:38pm
Summer Passions
Sweet summer passions
with underlying fears.
Winter follows close behind
and with it,
frozen tears.
In the hottest of the day
and through the thickness
of the night,
internal storms rage within;
struggle with all your might.
Whispers swirl beneath the moon
as secrets leave thy lips,
secrets come an d secrets go
with thick and thorny whips.
To whoever with you chose to
be take caution and advice;
soon your fantasies all unravel
and then you're stuck with life.
with underlying fears.
Winter follows close behind
and with it,
frozen tears.
In the hottest of the day
and through the thickness
of the night,
internal storms rage within;
struggle with all your might.
Whispers swirl beneath the moon
as secrets leave thy lips,
secrets come an d secrets go
with thick and thorny whips.
To whoever with you chose to
be take caution and advice;
soon your fantasies all unravel
and then you're stuck with life.
626 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2012 3:39pm
17th Apr 2012 3:39pm
Confirmed
Does it not matter that my heart is on the ground?
Convulsing in a repulsive manner, while I look away.
How am I still breathing with my heart outside my chest?
The fact is that I am and always will be heartless:
confirmed.
Convulsing in a repulsive manner, while I look away.
How am I still breathing with my heart outside my chest?
The fact is that I am and always will be heartless:
confirmed.
878 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 2:17pm
19th Mar 2012 2:17pm
Time.
Anticipation kills in a race
against time.
The flowers bloom more slowly
and the clock ticks on for hours.
Speak against the centuries
and stand against the decades;
the time for play is over.
against time.
The flowers bloom more slowly
and the clock ticks on for hours.
Speak against the centuries
and stand against the decades;
the time for play is over.
1108 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 3:30am
11th Jan 2012 3:30am
Engulfed in Flames
Gasoline lines the floor,
match, ready at hand.
I quiver as it strikes,
the smoke rises up.
Not like me.
I will go down,
don for all my sins,
all the crimes I've easily committed.
The match goes out,
strike another.
Watch the yellow sway,
orange and blue.
Drop it.
Nothing but the silence
of flames engulfing flesh.
I will not let myself cry out,
I will not regret my choice.
Was I really meant to be here?
Everything I've done,
everything I should have done.
That alone is enough to keep me...
match, ready at hand.
I quiver as it strikes,
the smoke rises up.
Not like me.
I will go down,
don for all my sins,
all the crimes I've easily committed.
The match goes out,
strike another.
Watch the yellow sway,
orange and blue.
Drop it.
Nothing but the silence
of flames engulfing flesh.
I will not let myself cry out,
I will not regret my choice.
Was I really meant to be here?
Everything I've done,
everything I should have done.
That alone is enough to keep me...
870 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Dec 2011 4:31am
26th Dec 2011 4:31am
Bitter Sweet Loss
The splash of sweet
cinder blocks, float
lifelessly to the ocean bottom.
With them,
my lies for
all you've done.
My tears,
all I've
cried for you.
The scars
of markings
I've made to
please you.
And myself.
For you're my
better half,
and that's the
bitter sweet loss
of it all.
cinder blocks, float
lifelessly to the ocean bottom.
With them,
my lies for
all you've done.
My tears,
all I've
cried for you.
The scars
of markings
I've made to
please you.
And myself.
For you're my
better half,
and that's the
bitter sweet loss
of it all.
778 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 3:57pm
14th Dec 2011 3:57pm
Daddy Does
The sweet taste of little girl
fresh on Daddys lips.
Condemned ro be a pervert,
the illness of his mind.
Of course he loves his daughter,
she's his baby girl.
He was there when she
learned to walk and
when she skinned her knee.
When she begs him,
his heart hurts for jis
precious
little
angel.
He whispers,
"I'll keep you safe
tonight. Just saty
in Daddy's arms.
I love you my sweet girl."
And he really does.
fresh on Daddys lips.
Condemned ro be a pervert,
the illness of his mind.
Of course he loves his daughter,
she's his baby girl.
He was there when she
learned to walk and
when she skinned her knee.
When she begs him,
his heart hurts for jis
precious
little
angel.
He whispers,
"I'll keep you safe
tonight. Just saty
in Daddy's arms.
I love you my sweet girl."
And he really does.
871 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 2:08am
7th Dec 2011 2:08am
Once Upon A Wishing Star
Once upon a wishing star,
I wished a wish that went too far.
I wished that everything would go back,
and after that the sky turned black.
Once upon a wishing star,
I wished a wish that went too far.
Now I know and now I've learned,
that everybody waits their own turn.
I wished a wish that went too far.
I wished that everything would go back,
and after that the sky turned black.
Once upon a wishing star,
I wished a wish that went too far.
Now I know and now I've learned,
that everybody waits their own turn.
701 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2011 3:13pm
6th Dec 2011 3:13pm
Our futures can begin
Borwn hair,
blue eyes,
looks that make me stare.
A gorgeous smile,
soft, sweet laughter,
we'll sit and talk a while.
I find myself fascinated;
by things you say and do.
Border line to over obsessed,
I'll keep watching you.
We can't be together
for the simple fact of age.
Thirty something to sixteen,
it's just a well played game.
Neither of us will win
until I turn eighteen,
and when that day arrives,
our future, together, can begin.
blue eyes,
looks that make me stare.
A gorgeous smile,
soft, sweet laughter,
we'll sit and talk a while.
I find myself fascinated;
by things you say and do.
Border line to over obsessed,
I'll keep watching you.
We can't be together
for the simple fact of age.
Thirty something to sixteen,
it's just a well played game.
Neither of us will win
until I turn eighteen,
and when that day arrives,
our future, together, can begin.
750 reads
1 Comment
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Nov 2011 2:36am
24th Nov 2011 2:36am
Whispering Sweet Comforts
Mommy. Get up.”
Amy awoke to her eight year old daughter, Ever, tugging at her sheets.
“What time is it?” She asked sleepily. Starting to feel the hangover kicking in, she placed her hand over her eyes to shield the light.
“It’s almost time for you to take me to school. We’re goanna be-”
Amy sprang from the bed throwing her sheets behind her and ran to the bathroom. She kneeled over the toilet and vomited everything she drank last night.
“Mommy!” Ever screamed.
“I’ll be alright ba-” Another heave. “I’ll be alright.”
She shut the door behind...
Amy awoke to her eight year old daughter, Ever, tugging at her sheets.
“What time is it?” She asked sleepily. Starting to feel the hangover kicking in, she placed her hand over her eyes to shield the light.
“It’s almost time for you to take me to school. We’re goanna be-”
Amy sprang from the bed throwing her sheets behind her and ran to the bathroom. She kneeled over the toilet and vomited everything she drank last night.
“Mommy!” Ever screamed.
“I’ll be alright ba-” Another heave. “I’ll be alright.”
She shut the door behind...
790 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 1:17pm
18th Nov 2011 1:17pm
Faster than she knows it
She says
"I love you."
Her heart breaks.
"I need you."
Her dreams shatter.
Dying unknowingly
for her love whose
flame shines so brightly.
Love is the slowest
form of suicide,
so buckle up and
get ready to ride,
I'll take her down
faster than she knows it.
"I love you."
Her heart breaks.
"I need you."
Her dreams shatter.
Dying unknowingly
for her love whose
flame shines so brightly.
Love is the slowest
form of suicide,
so buckle up and
get ready to ride,
I'll take her down
faster than she knows it.
653 reads
1 Comment
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