Submissions by Twistednutcase
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Hell
Confined to a place that you dont want to be
Led to believe there is no destiny
Most of your life living happy and free
All that is left is the air that you breathe
Its funny how things are the way that they are
So much on your mind like how things got so far
Time to learn once again to begin at the start
Too many times you got dealt the wrong card
Time goes by slow when your stuck in a hole
Unable to sleep when your always alone
Unless you can turn from the path that you know
Nothing will save your unfortunate soul
Restless and...
Led to believe there is no destiny
Most of your life living happy and free
All that is left is the air that you breathe
Its funny how things are the way that they are
So much on your mind like how things got so far
Time to learn once again to begin at the start
Too many times you got dealt the wrong card
Time goes by slow when your stuck in a hole
Unable to sleep when your always alone
Unless you can turn from the path that you know
Nothing will save your unfortunate soul
Restless and...
803 reads
3 Comments
No Hope
Of all of the things that we all love the most
So many change all of your wishes to stone
You may feel at ease but you don't even know
What has become of the life that you know
A wonderful friendship so foolishly made
Forgotten your past which was all in good faith
No time for worship in churches of grace
Alone in the dark feeling nothing but hate
Stories and lies then will twist up the truth
Your heart faded black like the shadow of doom
So little time to come down from the moon
Too many points got filled up by the spoon
Moving to...
So many change all of your wishes to stone
You may feel at ease but you don't even know
What has become of the life that you know
A wonderful friendship so foolishly made
Forgotten your past which was all in good faith
No time for worship in churches of grace
Alone in the dark feeling nothing but hate
Stories and lies then will twist up the truth
Your heart faded black like the shadow of doom
So little time to come down from the moon
Too many points got filled up by the spoon
Moving to...
779 reads
2 Comments
Time Bomb
The clock ticks.
I hear no bell.
A ludicrous explosion.
A world of hell.
The sound of terror.
The spiritual sell.
A cascade of violence.
A town in disruption.
Stories untold.
Dead bodies cold.
Once a proud life.
Now a sorrowful strife.
The price is paid.
And I am no ones aid.
In the end.
I am no ones friend.
A wonder it was.
All the pain that it caused.
The clock ticks.
I hear no bell.
I hear no bell.
A ludicrous explosion.
A world of hell.
The sound of terror.
The spiritual sell.
A cascade of violence.
A town in disruption.
Stories untold.
Dead bodies cold.
Once a proud life.
Now a sorrowful strife.
The price is paid.
And I am no ones aid.
In the end.
I am no ones friend.
A wonder it was.
All the pain that it caused.
The clock ticks.
I hear no bell.
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1 Comment
Stranded
Throughout our lives hard times come and they go.
Even to those with pockets that overflow.
But many suffer greater than the rich mans load.
Like those who only wish for a place to call home.
We all take for granted what we don't even know.
The smallest of things like using a toilet bowl.
Something so simple yet soon comes to show.
To be without would bring problems down the road.
Wisdom comes to those that listen real close.
Never giving in to the corrupt and the cold.
Money runs dry from the taxes and tolls.
Prices come cheap...
Even to those with pockets that overflow.
But many suffer greater than the rich mans load.
Like those who only wish for a place to call home.
We all take for granted what we don't even know.
The smallest of things like using a toilet bowl.
Something so simple yet soon comes to show.
To be without would bring problems down the road.
Wisdom comes to those that listen real close.
Never giving in to the corrupt and the cold.
Money runs dry from the taxes and tolls.
Prices come cheap...
696 reads
4 Comments
Suicidal Son
The anger held inside of me.
A ticking clock you cannot plea.
Cut the cord is all it takes.
Lay me down into my grave.
Praying to the great divine.
Its dying time, its hands on nines.
A cross I cannot bear to take.
A burden I will not forsake.
Through time and faith and remedy.
A gift from God that made me see.
Left alone but full of life.
Show no pain through sacrifice.
Let your insides rip into.
Dive straight down from up top the roof.
End your days of suffering.
Relieve the horrid agony.
Your...
A ticking clock you cannot plea.
Cut the cord is all it takes.
Lay me down into my grave.
Praying to the great divine.
Its dying time, its hands on nines.
A cross I cannot bear to take.
A burden I will not forsake.
Through time and faith and remedy.
A gift from God that made me see.
Left alone but full of life.
Show no pain through sacrifice.
Let your insides rip into.
Dive straight down from up top the roof.
End your days of suffering.
Relieve the horrid agony.
Your...
781 reads
6 Comments
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