Submissions by ThePacifist
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write Dark poetry mainly , unless I'm suddenly, randomly inspired to write something that is light , observational or fluffy . Always up for a conversation
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2014 11:19am
9th Sep 2014 11:19am
All these things 'love' makes them do.
What do you do?
What do you say?
When the ones they call adults,
Aren't the ones leading the stray.
They have all the power.
They gave birth to you.
Their word is the law.
They can make life a living hell, don't shake your head. You know it's true.
Do you pull at your hair,
Or stomp your feet.
Do you throw tantrums,
Or is that their beat.
They throw fits.
Doesn't matter who's to blame.
No matter what you do or don't , Surrender .
Because it's your fault either way
"You'll never learn", "I...
What do you say?
When the ones they call adults,
Aren't the ones leading the stray.
They have all the power.
They gave birth to you.
Their word is the law.
They can make life a living hell, don't shake your head. You know it's true.
Do you pull at your hair,
Or stomp your feet.
Do you throw tantrums,
Or is that their beat.
They throw fits.
Doesn't matter who's to blame.
No matter what you do or don't , Surrender .
Because it's your fault either way
"You'll never learn", "I...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 8:29pm
13th Aug 2014 8:29pm
I'm an Addict
I'm not always an alcoholic.
I dont usually pop pills.
I'm not into snorting.
I can live without those thrills.
I might need control ,
But that's not such a bad habit.
I might have a cig in my mouth,
But I can live without it.
What I really need,
Is to just feel.
Anything, but pain.
Anything, just something real.
The pain has it's days.
Bad, worse and still climbing.
It takes over your life,
Always spellbinding.
Each wave that hits.
Is fiery and decieving,
Just when you think it's over. ...
I dont usually pop pills.
I'm not into snorting.
I can live without those thrills.
I might need control ,
But that's not such a bad habit.
I might have a cig in my mouth,
But I can live without it.
What I really need,
Is to just feel.
Anything, but pain.
Anything, just something real.
The pain has it's days.
Bad, worse and still climbing.
It takes over your life,
Always spellbinding.
Each wave that hits.
Is fiery and decieving,
Just when you think it's over. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 9:51am
13th Aug 2014 9:51am
An Unexpected Gift
Torture, a method so perfect,
Even God found it useful.
He liked it emotional,
I like mine, physical.
As I peel his skin.
The door knob twists,
I can smell her perfume. Vanilla and Cherry.
I almost come just thinking of this double win.
Shhhh! I whisper as he so beautifully whimpers.
Dont be a nuisance.
Be quiet and still.
I'll get back to you when I'm done using the crib.
He tries to scream,
With no tongue, I bet it's harder than it seems.
Don't ruin it darling.
You know eitherway, I'll kill Her and take her...
Even God found it useful.
He liked it emotional,
I like mine, physical.
As I peel his skin.
The door knob twists,
I can smell her perfume. Vanilla and Cherry.
I almost come just thinking of this double win.
Shhhh! I whisper as he so beautifully whimpers.
Dont be a nuisance.
Be quiet and still.
I'll get back to you when I'm done using the crib.
He tries to scream,
With no tongue, I bet it's harder than it seems.
Don't ruin it darling.
You know eitherway, I'll kill Her and take her...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 9:40am
13th Aug 2014 9:40am
Lead The Way
Who are your idols?
Lincoln, Frost or someone great
Someone inspiring ,
Someone that's changed Life's face.
Who do you want to be?
A doctor, a poet, a dancer.
Be just like your idol,
Be someone great.
I have my idols too,
My God, they were beyond great.
But when I was asked that question,
I got sent to the school psych aid.
I don't think that was necessary.
I didnt say anything that would tempt fate.
All I said was,
"My idols are, Theo Bundy, Jeff Dahmer and Giles de Rais.
I want to be just like...
Lincoln, Frost or someone great
Someone inspiring ,
Someone that's changed Life's face.
Who do you want to be?
A doctor, a poet, a dancer.
Be just like your idol,
Be someone great.
I have my idols too,
My God, they were beyond great.
But when I was asked that question,
I got sent to the school psych aid.
I don't think that was necessary.
I didnt say anything that would tempt fate.
All I said was,
"My idols are, Theo Bundy, Jeff Dahmer and Giles de Rais.
I want to be just like...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 7:27pm
11th Aug 2014 7:27pm
Have you ever
Have you ever wondered
What it would be like to kill
To stab stab stab
Feel them bleed against your skin
Ever wanted to shut them up
Not with tape, but with no tongue
Ever thought of how beautifully a knife cuts
Or how perfectly it would peel off skin
Ever wondered if blood gushed that wonderfully
If you snipped snipped snipped
I dont have to wonder
I've got my knife and it's looking for a kill.
The Pacifist.
What it would be like to kill
To stab stab stab
Feel them bleed against your skin
Ever wanted to shut them up
Not with tape, but with no tongue
Ever thought of how beautifully a knife cuts
Or how perfectly it would peel off skin
Ever wondered if blood gushed that wonderfully
If you snipped snipped snipped
I dont have to wonder
I've got my knife and it's looking for a kill.
The Pacifist.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 4:20am
11th Aug 2014 4:20am
Catch me if you can
If death came to you, day after day.
Followed you to bed and never went away.
Would I still be blamed?
If I all I did,was what death asked of me today.
I could plead insanity,
I'm dying eitherway.
I could die a mad man,
Or pretend I'm insane.
But your smarter than that, aren't you?
You like playing my game.
I bet you'd like what I do.
Maybe even garner some fame.
You know me better than that, dont you?
It was never about the fame.
I would do what I do,
Even without the name.
It's the thrill of the chase,...
Followed you to bed and never went away.
Would I still be blamed?
If I all I did,was what death asked of me today.
I could plead insanity,
I'm dying eitherway.
I could die a mad man,
Or pretend I'm insane.
But your smarter than that, aren't you?
You like playing my game.
I bet you'd like what I do.
Maybe even garner some fame.
You know me better than that, dont you?
It was never about the fame.
I would do what I do,
Even without the name.
It's the thrill of the chase,...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 3:18am
11th Aug 2014 3:18am
Craving
When you see the dead, day after day.
Sometimes broken and old.
Sometimes young and violated.
You get used to it and after the first few times, it won't matter eitherway.
After you've seen a million and one.
All their cuts and bruises.
All that dried blood.
It sparks something you never knew, but always felt.
Each body they bring,
Now is exciting and fresh.
Each cut and bruise,
Arousing, it tempts.
So you spend your days,
Breathing in the dead.
Kissing their pale faces.
Becoming one with them.
A finger...
Sometimes broken and old.
Sometimes young and violated.
You get used to it and after the first few times, it won't matter eitherway.
After you've seen a million and one.
All their cuts and bruises.
All that dried blood.
It sparks something you never knew, but always felt.
Each body they bring,
Now is exciting and fresh.
Each cut and bruise,
Arousing, it tempts.
So you spend your days,
Breathing in the dead.
Kissing their pale faces.
Becoming one with them.
A finger...
740 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Aug 2014 7:41pm
6th Aug 2014 7:41pm
Poison
What is your poison ?
Is is drugs , sex or booze?
Or maybe something sinister
Something, you hide,even from your muse.
Does the smell of blood,
Make you sigh in release.
Do their frantic cries ,
Fuel your unending need.
Does the slice of a blade, excite your soul?
Leave you weak in the knees and make you soar.
Or is it the sharp edges of bones,laid broken,on the floor,that make you complete.
Yes,they make you whole.
A mother , a daughter , a sister, a whore .
A father , a saviour, does it really matter anymore .
The faces...
Is is drugs , sex or booze?
Or maybe something sinister
Something, you hide,even from your muse.
Does the smell of blood,
Make you sigh in release.
Do their frantic cries ,
Fuel your unending need.
Does the slice of a blade, excite your soul?
Leave you weak in the knees and make you soar.
Or is it the sharp edges of bones,laid broken,on the floor,that make you complete.
Yes,they make you whole.
A mother , a daughter , a sister, a whore .
A father , a saviour, does it really matter anymore .
The faces...
825 reads
2 Comments
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