Submissions by This_Will_Die
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 2:50pm
15th Dec 2011 2:50pm
The Hidden Person
I scream for you to let me out,
I push and push but i am trapped.
If you love me why do you keep me
So locked up behind your eyes.
You know im getting stronger,
Your brain just needs to adapt,
To my oh-so-different thinking.
You know who I am, dont you?
Im the monster lurking,
The creature knocking,
I am the hidden person,
Hidden inside yourself,
I am Kasia
I push and push but i am trapped.
If you love me why do you keep me
So locked up behind your eyes.
You know im getting stronger,
Your brain just needs to adapt,
To my oh-so-different thinking.
You know who I am, dont you?
Im the monster lurking,
The creature knocking,
I am the hidden person,
Hidden inside yourself,
I am Kasia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 2:41pm
15th Dec 2011 2:41pm
4 Danny
These tears will go away,
Only if you let them
I know these times are hard
But you are stronger than you think.
Even though you keep it inside
I can see your pain in your eyes
You dont deserve this, the last person
And i would run a thousand miles to make it stop.
I will pray for you, hun
Pray to a God i dont know
Pray to the moon and the stars
Pray all for you.x
Only if you let them
I know these times are hard
But you are stronger than you think.
Even though you keep it inside
I can see your pain in your eyes
You dont deserve this, the last person
And i would run a thousand miles to make it stop.
I will pray for you, hun
Pray to a God i dont know
Pray to the moon and the stars
Pray all for you.x
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 10:36am
22nd Nov 2011 10:36am
The Amount Of Time Wasted On Life.
Every night, I curl up in my bed and pretend I have someone.
And I get so tired the days roll together in unison.
The times that i lose track of time for weeks on end, are the days I wish for now,
Where even your one lonely fish can entertain you for hours on end, until it dies.
And the day i gave up hope, was indeed yesterday.
And now sleep shall finally overcome me, as I drop one after another pill into my mouth, and drink it down with vodka, vodka and more vodka.
The world will stop spinning.
And I get so tired the days roll together in unison.
The times that i lose track of time for weeks on end, are the days I wish for now,
Where even your one lonely fish can entertain you for hours on end, until it dies.
And the day i gave up hope, was indeed yesterday.
And now sleep shall finally overcome me, as I drop one after another pill into my mouth, and drink it down with vodka, vodka and more vodka.
The world will stop spinning.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 5:51am
30th Oct 2011 5:51am
Finally At Peace
Purple pen in one hand,
Four butterflies on the other.
Madison-Jade Thomson
Rae Charman
Imogen Creighten-Syme
Rosheene Thomson
The butterfly project (:
Four butterflies on the other.
Madison-Jade Thomson
Rae Charman
Imogen Creighten-Syme
Rosheene Thomson
The butterfly project (:
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2011 3:20am
30th Oct 2011 3:20am
All The Answers Are Hidden, But If You Look Hard Enough They Are There.
Today my friends bought up to topic of self harm.
I thought back to last night, and every night before that.
Thought of the red marks on my arms,
on my legs,
on my hips
and on my stomach.
Thought of how they made everything better.
Thought of the blood stains on my singlet an track pants.
As they got deeper into the conversation
I pulled down my sleeves so they covered every inch of my hand
And kept my mouth shut.
Until I heard my name called.
'Shannon, Shannon...... are you ohkay?'
I replied with my normal saying that now came so...
I thought back to last night, and every night before that.
Thought of the red marks on my arms,
on my legs,
on my hips
and on my stomach.
Thought of how they made everything better.
Thought of the blood stains on my singlet an track pants.
As they got deeper into the conversation
I pulled down my sleeves so they covered every inch of my hand
And kept my mouth shut.
Until I heard my name called.
'Shannon, Shannon...... are you ohkay?'
I replied with my normal saying that now came so...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Sep 2011 8:25am
21st Sep 2011 8:25am
Untitled :/ x
(v1)
The world is lovely up there
Blue sky, everythings clear
And I know
That I love you
(v2)
This time I'm gunna fight
Fight for you and I
Cuz I know that you
Belong with me
(ch)
And this time
I'm gunna hold onto you
Not gunna let you go
Or slip away
Oh, I'm, I'm gunna stay with you
Not gunna let you go
(v3)
You have brightened up my life
Without you I can not survive
Cuz this
This is true
(v4)
Though I was so low
You picked me up and so
No one asks
If I'm ohkay
...
The world is lovely up there
Blue sky, everythings clear
And I know
That I love you
(v2)
This time I'm gunna fight
Fight for you and I
Cuz I know that you
Belong with me
(ch)
And this time
I'm gunna hold onto you
Not gunna let you go
Or slip away
Oh, I'm, I'm gunna stay with you
Not gunna let you go
(v3)
You have brightened up my life
Without you I can not survive
Cuz this
This is true
(v4)
Though I was so low
You picked me up and so
No one asks
If I'm ohkay
...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2011 5:24am
21st Sep 2011 5:24am
Scars
My own designs, etched into my skin forever.
Like a tree with names carved into its bark, to remain forever.
Never planned, but from anger;
from hatred,
from sickness.
Call me emo, disturbed, loony, crazy,
But coming from you, it means nothing.
Like a tree with names carved into its bark, to remain forever.
Never planned, but from anger;
from hatred,
from sickness.
Call me emo, disturbed, loony, crazy,
But coming from you, it means nothing.
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 12:11pm
3rd Sep 2011 12:11pm
Me, Myself and I
Me,
My hair a black tumbly mess,
My eyes looking to the floor,
My body covered in scars,
My heart broken and dead,
I used to love.
I used to live.
I used to have hope that i would be okay.
Now I am useless,
A heap lying on the floor.
The razor is in my hand and I look at it one more time.
Before I press it too my skin one last time.
Then the next last time.
And the next.
My hair a black tumbly mess,
My eyes looking to the floor,
My body covered in scars,
My heart broken and dead,
I used to love.
I used to live.
I used to have hope that i would be okay.
Now I am useless,
A heap lying on the floor.
The razor is in my hand and I look at it one more time.
Before I press it too my skin one last time.
Then the next last time.
And the next.
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