Submissions by UnhopefulHopes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
been on here for quite some time not really active but I am always willing to have a nice conversation with someone.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Apr 2015 4:40am
4th Apr 2015 4:40am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part 12 (madly smiling)
i sat in that bitter fucking white room with nothing more than mt thoughts and my spiting mind. ever breath I took bitter and cold. I felt so numb as i sat there. it was there when i saw just how this world is. for the first time i saw life. as not being sad. but ever so fucking twisted. " i will make this sick, sick world pay for hurting me. i found out how not to hate my life. but to hate life my own. i sat there with may hands and pride tied up. and i looked and gave off a mad smile and it was then i knew what it is that i will just do... I already lost my sanity and reason to life....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Mar 2015 6:26am
20th Mar 2015 6:26am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part 11( into the mind of a dead man)
walks in the doctor. " you have not eatin in three days you need to eat"
"im sick.... i cant"
"well just eat a little"
"eating makes me sick"
he then leaves.
my head hurts and i feel so week. i cant think. and yes i feel so shaky. i want to be alone. Back in my room I sat. In the dark on my bed. It was a cold and bitter night. all the medication did was make me question my exsistance. Over and over I thought of all the bad things. Over and over I saw all my loved dead ones... it's funny how when your sad. You always make your self...
"im sick.... i cant"
"well just eat a little"
"eating makes me sick"
he then leaves.
my head hurts and i feel so week. i cant think. and yes i feel so shaky. i want to be alone. Back in my room I sat. In the dark on my bed. It was a cold and bitter night. all the medication did was make me question my exsistance. Over and over I thought of all the bad things. Over and over I saw all my loved dead ones... it's funny how when your sad. You always make your self...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 7:11am
7th Mar 2015 7:11am
living life from the darken bright eyes
Will I let every days sin be?
and this world, why can't you see?
this live will leave a bitter sour taste in my mouth
And my eyes, can only see red blood rags douced
Yes i can feel this world has a new haze
And people will change to a rain with a new faze
If only people would trandsend instead of fall
If only they would listin to the entranzing song
If only, they could see how grate this world could, be
Smile with a frown. And cry with a smile
Live to love and perhaps some day
Could this world be more than hopes for death
Every day bring new...
and this world, why can't you see?
this live will leave a bitter sour taste in my mouth
And my eyes, can only see red blood rags douced
Yes i can feel this world has a new haze
And people will change to a rain with a new faze
If only people would trandsend instead of fall
If only they would listin to the entranzing song
If only, they could see how grate this world could, be
Smile with a frown. And cry with a smile
Live to love and perhaps some day
Could this world be more than hopes for death
Every day bring new...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2015 5:06am
28th Feb 2015 5:06am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part ten
I was in a confused mess I did not know what to think. I felt as if maybe I thought the whole thing up. But how I felt all the pain and I knew I did die. I did not know what to believe any more. maybe I was not real and some how I was just a quick thought in the emptiness of nothingness. I became hungry and week. They tried to feed me food and I did try to eat but it made me so sick. One random day I was in my room writing and something I could not explain happen. I was there and I could here was some one walking to my door I could here them through the thick door. so I just sat there quite...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2015 4:26am
28th Feb 2015 4:26am
broken tomb
sweet sweet air fills my longs. this summer night only bring rest. today I stay and watch the few people walk by. I have a name... I think. I only wish you know. maybe then you would know what I did. all that I conquered, fought, and won. and now here I am lost and never remembered. winter nights are so lonely out here where I lay. I hope you will come back a stay, only a little? please don't forget me live every one. please don't leave..."
Today I walked with people from the pass. I rubbed off the dirt from there little tombs. I read there name and always remember to smile....
Today I walked with people from the pass. I rubbed off the dirt from there little tombs. I read there name and always remember to smile....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Feb 2015 2:25am
17th Feb 2015 2:25am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part nine
Then I died.... I laid on the grass. And I stooped berthing. But I could still think. And I knoew this is how it is like to die. You can still see though your eyes and think but your body could not do any thing. After all the pain it felt good. So numb and quite I could heir the soft wind pass me and I could see the soft green night sky. It was nervna, it did scare.me at first but then I saw I was almost.happy. then every thing slowly went black... then out of no where I could see I got back up in confustion to look around. I was scared and did not know what to do. So I when back to the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2015 4:34pm
14th Feb 2015 4:34pm
Roses to callette
Today the sun shines bright, the air brings a sweet sweet taste of honey. I am here thinking of you. Today I found roses white with yellow tips, orange with a pinch of scarlet. And one from a small small bush red as life barring blood. I saw this flower and yet even as I was savoring the gift of life I thought of you... the true meanning of my life... this flower I saw in was a gift. From life a gift to me for you... this single flower shows how there will only be one of you. The brightness of the color shines through nature just how you so unique. And the deep deep red showed just how in...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Feb 2015 7:20am
10th Feb 2015 7:20am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part eight
And so they told me I was crazy... every day just became stranger and stranger. Very wired things would happen. Every day passed so slow. One day as I sat in the dark yes I was sad but felt like I needed to leave. I went to the door and it was locked. I looked at the lock and told my self I will open it not locked. So I tried it aging and it was still locked. I can to my pillow and in side of it was some scrap metal. Like. Clips and needles that I found ... I made my self little pic locks. I went to the door and picked the lock. I quickly ran to the quort yard. No one saw me, I then when on...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 5:19am
3rd Feb 2015 5:19am
100 years to see
A dead man spoke to me this sweet blue night
He lived 100 years and yet this new world he did not like
100 years he was and 100 years he lived dead
And he look at me with his eyes and said
Who are you? Why are you? And how ARE we?
come and think with me and see
We live or lived for what? My friend?
Don't live to live, don't even live for me
But live to smile and see
It may be hared, my living frend
But I can tell you it's not the end
One day you will see the sweet song of life
And tell then will your not alive
Life will hurt...
He lived 100 years and yet this new world he did not like
100 years he was and 100 years he lived dead
And he look at me with his eyes and said
Who are you? Why are you? And how ARE we?
come and think with me and see
We live or lived for what? My friend?
Don't live to live, don't even live for me
But live to smile and see
It may be hared, my living frend
But I can tell you it's not the end
One day you will see the sweet song of life
And tell then will your not alive
Life will hurt...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Feb 2015 4:21am
2nd Feb 2015 4:21am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part seven
and the letter read
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry and don't think what we had was nothing. If in fact it was all i ever wanted. I'm so sorry, i know i haven't really told you every thing. its because sometimes talking about it will hurt much more. I can't sleep, think or even smile. you are the only thing that truly helped. but now I have lost. The voices are louder, the beasts in the forest comes ever closer. and now I feel I can't go on. don't ever think it was because of your imperfections.they only made me fall more in love with you, your smile that cured my sadness, your...
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry and don't think what we had was nothing. If in fact it was all i ever wanted. I'm so sorry, i know i haven't really told you every thing. its because sometimes talking about it will hurt much more. I can't sleep, think or even smile. you are the only thing that truly helped. but now I have lost. The voices are louder, the beasts in the forest comes ever closer. and now I feel I can't go on. don't ever think it was because of your imperfections.they only made me fall more in love with you, your smile that cured my sadness, your...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2015 5:52am
30th Jan 2015 5:52am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part six
The camp was the next state over and it was a other gloomy day. I got there and we where meeting in the main hall. it look like every other camp with log cabins only there was a big tall fence that went all around. It was big and when i got there they put us in groups with people our age. we Had a small chance to get to know people but I just sat on my own. After they took us to our little houses or what ever there are called. I slepped on the bottom bunk of the bad and I shared the room with three other wired guys. That night I got out with out any one seeing me I went for a smoke. Then I...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jan 2015 3:37am
30th Jan 2015 3:37am
Green Shadow of a stair lit night.... part five
Today I got my school bag and got ready, showered and every thing. I then went to school I had trouble finding my new classes. I went to the schools smoking spot. I did meat a few new people and I saw the pretty girl with blue hair. We looked at each other and smiled. Then made friends with a pretty cool guy, Alex. He was tall had light skin blue gray eyes, and his hair was long. Me and him liked the same music and he was a bass player. He seemed pretty chill. He was German but lived here his hole life. He did know German witch I thought was cool.
"hey Alex who's that girl with the...
"hey Alex who's that girl with the...
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