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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I usually write dark with very few happy poems. Most of them are personal.
DRUGS POEM
Published
16th May 2011 2:23pm
16th May 2011 2:23pm
I often Envy Those
I often envy those,
Who run and play like children should.
My childhood was compromised
by choices my mother has made.
I often envy those
Whose mother's they talk about proudly.
Since I cannot stand my mom,
I choose not to talk about her, at all.
I often envy those
who tell their mommies everything.
I keep my life a secret
So she can't use it aginst me.
I often envy those
whose mommy really loves them.
The alcohol doesn't consume them
and take away their lives.
Who run and play like children should.
My childhood was compromised
by choices my mother has made.
I often envy those
Whose mother's they talk about proudly.
Since I cannot stand my mom,
I choose not to talk about her, at all.
I often envy those
who tell their mommies everything.
I keep my life a secret
So she can't use it aginst me.
I often envy those
whose mommy really loves them.
The alcohol doesn't consume them
and take away their lives.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2011 8:53pm
15th May 2011 8:53pm
Blacking out
Why is it that when I cry you watch?
Is this a punishment?
Embarass me to tears, then embarass me some more?
Or are you just reading into me?
Why? You act like I'm so hard to figure out.
It doesn't take much for me to be unhappy, at least not anymore.
I used to be so strong, but you have completely broken me.
I used to speak my mind, now I am silent.
I obey every command, like the good little girl everyone thinks I am.
Trying, unsucessfully, to avoid trouble.
My mind is going blank.
Yelling at me won't help, I won't remember any of this in a matter...
Is this a punishment?
Embarass me to tears, then embarass me some more?
Or are you just reading into me?
Why? You act like I'm so hard to figure out.
It doesn't take much for me to be unhappy, at least not anymore.
I used to be so strong, but you have completely broken me.
I used to speak my mind, now I am silent.
I obey every command, like the good little girl everyone thinks I am.
Trying, unsucessfully, to avoid trouble.
My mind is going blank.
Yelling at me won't help, I won't remember any of this in a matter...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2011 8:49pm
12th May 2011 8:49pm
Mommy's Little Angel
I hope you're up in heaven
flying with the angels.
Maybe wrapped in swaddling
in Mother Mary's arms.
Being hugged and kissed
like I never could.
I would have named you Hayden
if you had only lived.
But now I guess forever and on,
You'll always be mommy's liittle angel.
flying with the angels.
Maybe wrapped in swaddling
in Mother Mary's arms.
Being hugged and kissed
like I never could.
I would have named you Hayden
if you had only lived.
But now I guess forever and on,
You'll always be mommy's liittle angel.
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DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2011 2:46pm
12th May 2011 2:46pm
My Baby, Stillborn
I hold you in my arms,
Without feeling you move.
I sing to you a lullaby,
Without a responding sound.
So limp in my arms,
The weigh of grief is all.
You'll never get to hug me back,
Or know how much I love you.
Though you never opened your eyes,
or took your very first breath,
you're still my baby,
Still born.
Without feeling you move.
I sing to you a lullaby,
Without a responding sound.
So limp in my arms,
The weigh of grief is all.
You'll never get to hug me back,
Or know how much I love you.
Though you never opened your eyes,
or took your very first breath,
you're still my baby,
Still born.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2011 2:37pm
11th May 2011 2:37pm
My Haikued Poem
Everywhere I go
People are staring at me,
My life is so screwed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The feeling of hate
Consumes all of my being
It can't be controled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some day I'll let loose
And go on a killing spree
Not to be at blame.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're who's at fault here
The way you're always watching
Just hoping I'll fail.
People are staring at me,
My life is so screwed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The feeling of hate
Consumes all of my being
It can't be controled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some day I'll let loose
And go on a killing spree
Not to be at blame.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're who's at fault here
The way you're always watching
Just hoping I'll fail.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th May 2011 2:32pm
11th May 2011 2:32pm
Cutters Recovery
Just because I quit,
Doesn't mean I don't think about it.
The need,
The urge,
It picks at me until I'm ready to give in.
I've tried so many times,
And completely failed at all of them.
Some day I'll be able to ignore it,
The burning sensation, that is.
It itches when nothing's there.
The skin burns to be sliced.
Screaming at me
"Do it!"
And it knows I'll listen.
For today I win,
But who knows about tomorrow?
There's always a hunger,
That's not happy until it's fed.
Which is whyI'll always stay in
Cutters...
Doesn't mean I don't think about it.
The need,
The urge,
It picks at me until I'm ready to give in.
I've tried so many times,
And completely failed at all of them.
Some day I'll be able to ignore it,
The burning sensation, that is.
It itches when nothing's there.
The skin burns to be sliced.
Screaming at me
"Do it!"
And it knows I'll listen.
For today I win,
But who knows about tomorrow?
There's always a hunger,
That's not happy until it's fed.
Which is whyI'll always stay in
Cutters...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2011 2:41pm
10th May 2011 2:41pm
It feeds, Waiting
There is a deamon deep within,
feeding off my anger.
Waiting until I'm crossed again,
getting stronger with each pulse.
There is a screw coming loose,
deep within my head
Waiting for a tear to drop,
So it wiggles out of place.
There is a crack within my heart
that bleeds because I lie.
Waiting until I smile with force,
so it can break some more.
With my deamon deep within,
With my screw coming loose,
And with the crack that's in my heart,
the mortician pronounced me dead.
feeding off my anger.
Waiting until I'm crossed again,
getting stronger with each pulse.
There is a screw coming loose,
deep within my head
Waiting for a tear to drop,
So it wiggles out of place.
There is a crack within my heart
that bleeds because I lie.
Waiting until I smile with force,
so it can break some more.
With my deamon deep within,
With my screw coming loose,
And with the crack that's in my heart,
the mortician pronounced me dead.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2011 2:22pm
9th May 2011 2:22pm
Happily Never After
We should have been together
Just me and you.
How could you dare destroy us,
We were the perfect teo.
To be ripped apart,
I'm tearing at the seams.
I've fallen from now til start.
I should have known better.
The look in your eyes,
Or the way that you laughed.
The oh so many lies,
Or the anger in your voice.
No one ever really knows,
Who they're meant to be with.
Because no one ever really goes
The depths it takes to find out.
So I'm sorry that I made you mad to where you couldn't take it.
That didn't mean...
Just me and you.
How could you dare destroy us,
We were the perfect teo.
To be ripped apart,
I'm tearing at the seams.
I've fallen from now til start.
I should have known better.
The look in your eyes,
Or the way that you laughed.
The oh so many lies,
Or the anger in your voice.
No one ever really knows,
Who they're meant to be with.
Because no one ever really goes
The depths it takes to find out.
So I'm sorry that I made you mad to where you couldn't take it.
That didn't mean...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th May 2011 00:41am
7th May 2011 00:41am
Why not suicide?
Once my dear friend asked me,
"Why not suicide?"
Never would I consider this.
Sure, I have a sucky life.
My mother, poor women's dead on the inside.
My father never gave a fuck,
My step dad's always stone.
But, I rather not be some poor little girl, on the 11 0'clock news,
who just couldn't handle it so she took her poor little life.
I rather not be just another sad statistic,
For boys vs. girls on the daily suicide rate.
I rather not be damned to hell,
by a God that may or may not exsist.
So when she...
"Why not suicide?"
Never would I consider this.
Sure, I have a sucky life.
My mother, poor women's dead on the inside.
My father never gave a fuck,
My step dad's always stone.
But, I rather not be some poor little girl, on the 11 0'clock news,
who just couldn't handle it so she took her poor little life.
I rather not be just another sad statistic,
For boys vs. girls on the daily suicide rate.
I rather not be damned to hell,
by a God that may or may not exsist.
So when she...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2011 2:25pm
5th May 2011 2:25pm
Little Birdie
Little birdie fly away,
but please don't go to far to play.
Please come back and stay with me,
I promise some day I'll set you free.
I'll set you free when I know you're ready,
but as of now your wings aren't steady.
When with me, I'll protect you from harm,
No need to fly around with such a sense of alarm.
I'll let you go,
But first you'll know,
It's not all that fun to be free.
but please don't go to far to play.
Please come back and stay with me,
I promise some day I'll set you free.
I'll set you free when I know you're ready,
but as of now your wings aren't steady.
When with me, I'll protect you from harm,
No need to fly around with such a sense of alarm.
I'll let you go,
But first you'll know,
It's not all that fun to be free.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2011 2:24pm
5th May 2011 2:24pm
Listen To My Actions
How can I help some one who is already so far gone?
How can I save myself?
Everyday is the same, nothing new or exciting.
I get up, but I don't want to move.
Life is horrible when you wish to join the dead.
A suicidal adrenaline junkie,
What a lovely combination.
I'm not trying to rhyme,
Just simply explain myself.
Though, words can only express so much,
And actions always speak louder than words.
So, watch my actions and try to help.
Listen to my razor, listen to my cries.
Listen to my actions and you better listen fast.
They won't be...
How can I save myself?
Everyday is the same, nothing new or exciting.
I get up, but I don't want to move.
Life is horrible when you wish to join the dead.
A suicidal adrenaline junkie,
What a lovely combination.
I'm not trying to rhyme,
Just simply explain myself.
Though, words can only express so much,
And actions always speak louder than words.
So, watch my actions and try to help.
Listen to my razor, listen to my cries.
Listen to my actions and you better listen fast.
They won't be...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2011 11:24pm
4th May 2011 11:24pm
Snowfall Resentment
Watching the white snow dance across the black sky.
A sense of loneliness washes over me,
Emptyness as well.
There's something sad about the snow. How quiet and beautiful it is.
I could watch it for hours.
Seems like it's inviting me, to be alone in it, walk by myself in it.
Looking at the snow covered ground, memories from earlier years play in my mind.
Running and playing, careless, like a child should be.
I now see why I resent the snow.
It reminds me of happier times that I will never be able to get back.
And now, I go numb, and cold, open the...
A sense of loneliness washes over me,
Emptyness as well.
There's something sad about the snow. How quiet and beautiful it is.
I could watch it for hours.
Seems like it's inviting me, to be alone in it, walk by myself in it.
Looking at the snow covered ground, memories from earlier years play in my mind.
Running and playing, careless, like a child should be.
I now see why I resent the snow.
It reminds me of happier times that I will never be able to get back.
And now, I go numb, and cold, open the...
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