Submissions by VoidShadow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For sale: One heart...in bad condition. Will trade for anything Just rip it out of my chest and end my suffering
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 3:20pm
29th Oct 2014 3:20pm
Jealousy
I sat there behind him,
Watching his every move.
My heart ablaze, slowly burning
The fire flaring, green with envy.
I saw him embrace her with his lips,
And I saw her returning it, with a vengeance.
The smile on his kisser drove me mad.
I was on the verge of whining, like a spoilt brat.
I tore my gaze away from the childish act,
Why in public?! It was quite obscene!
He stoked the side of the buttery skin,
With his every touch, I unintentionally cringed…
The world around me faded away,
To the quiet zone that was in my...
Watching his every move.
My heart ablaze, slowly burning
The fire flaring, green with envy.
I saw him embrace her with his lips,
And I saw her returning it, with a vengeance.
The smile on his kisser drove me mad.
I was on the verge of whining, like a spoilt brat.
I tore my gaze away from the childish act,
Why in public?! It was quite obscene!
He stoked the side of the buttery skin,
With his every touch, I unintentionally cringed…
The world around me faded away,
To the quiet zone that was in my...
607 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 10:25am
29th Oct 2014 10:25am
Heart of the Cards
The total number is fifty two,
Like the weeks of the year.
Their value adds up to 365,
Like the number of days in a year.
There are four different types
As there are four seasons.
They hold a mysterious power,
That no one can decipher.
They can foretell the future,
They have experienced the past.
They can be used for good and bad
And tighten one’s bonds of love
They can change fate
And warp destiny.
They can tell your identity
And your worldly belonging.
They can cause deception,
They can cause...
Like the weeks of the year.
Their value adds up to 365,
Like the number of days in a year.
There are four different types
As there are four seasons.
They hold a mysterious power,
That no one can decipher.
They can foretell the future,
They have experienced the past.
They can be used for good and bad
And tighten one’s bonds of love
They can change fate
And warp destiny.
They can tell your identity
And your worldly belonging.
They can cause deception,
They can cause...
590 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 1:08am
29th Oct 2014 1:08am
Terror
Some forms of terror are fresher than others
Some people go numb, others get devoured
Terror in its truest sense, is not a static state,
But its truest sense is a dynamic one.
It’s when hope turns into despair
When you feel suspense in the air
The tingle of chill on your neck
When the world suddenly turns black
Some people like it
The freshness of terror and death
Some people hate it,
The chill of fear’s cold breath
Terror is my only best friend
It is a weapon, it becks to me
It wants to be used, to cause havoc
I...
Some people go numb, others get devoured
Terror in its truest sense, is not a static state,
But its truest sense is a dynamic one.
It’s when hope turns into despair
When you feel suspense in the air
The tingle of chill on your neck
When the world suddenly turns black
Some people like it
The freshness of terror and death
Some people hate it,
The chill of fear’s cold breath
Terror is my only best friend
It is a weapon, it becks to me
It wants to be used, to cause havoc
I...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 3:15am
26th Oct 2014 3:15am
Second wave, second wind
Would it help me if I got it?
Would it quench my thirst?
Would help me breeze through my day?
Would it help my life’s overlay?
Can you see I really need it?
You know I want it. But it’s bad…
But it just seems so good at times
I somehow can’t comprehend
I would do it if you made your death wish
I would make it painful and slow…
You shall seek death and never find it
That is just how cruel I am.
I’m just repaying your kindness you’ve done to me,
In hurt and vengeful brutality.
You’re going to wish you die in any way,...
Would it quench my thirst?
Would help me breeze through my day?
Would it help my life’s overlay?
Can you see I really need it?
You know I want it. But it’s bad…
But it just seems so good at times
I somehow can’t comprehend
I would do it if you made your death wish
I would make it painful and slow…
You shall seek death and never find it
That is just how cruel I am.
I’m just repaying your kindness you’ve done to me,
In hurt and vengeful brutality.
You’re going to wish you die in any way,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Oct 2014 2:03pm
24th Oct 2014 2:03pm
Ghost
I’m neither dead nor alive
On the brink of insanity
Living in this world of lies
I pity poor humanity
I ceased to exist
Ever since I lived
I’m known for malice
My ego, my life
Ignored, discriminated and oppressed
The white dove of hope, was never there
We have unique personalities form the rest
We’ve learnt life is always never fair
Now I shall raise the flag of salvation
You who have been abandoned gather
The resentment and rage of our isolation
Shall cause the heroic and just to wither
On the brink of insanity
Living in this world of lies
I pity poor humanity
I ceased to exist
Ever since I lived
I’m known for malice
My ego, my life
Ignored, discriminated and oppressed
The white dove of hope, was never there
We have unique personalities form the rest
We’ve learnt life is always never fair
Now I shall raise the flag of salvation
You who have been abandoned gather
The resentment and rage of our isolation
Shall cause the heroic and just to wither
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2014 6:51am
24th Oct 2014 6:51am
Dark love
She wore a black dress and a pale white face
With streaks if tears I had to trace.
She was beauty, she was death
She was my other half, cure to my damaged heart
Her scarlet hair, was a whip in the wind
In a hand, a tessen she weld
She was an angel shot from seventh heaven
Because she never learn her lesson.
Her imperfection made her perfect,
The mirror her true self reflects,
Evil and deadly on the outside
Clean and pure on the inside
When I saw her, it was love at first sight,
While other around ran away in fright.
Her...
With streaks if tears I had to trace.
She was beauty, she was death
She was my other half, cure to my damaged heart
Her scarlet hair, was a whip in the wind
In a hand, a tessen she weld
She was an angel shot from seventh heaven
Because she never learn her lesson.
Her imperfection made her perfect,
The mirror her true self reflects,
Evil and deadly on the outside
Clean and pure on the inside
When I saw her, it was love at first sight,
While other around ran away in fright.
Her...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 1:31pm
23rd Oct 2014 1:31pm
Darkness, my light
I look into the shattered mirror
And see my bright future fade
I question why God this did to me
As I reach out for my razor blade
For the first time, I’d rather die than live.
For the first time, I wanna go to hell.
And so it falls in rivers now,
Staining the pavement a dark red
No one will notice that I’ve gone away,
No one will remember my name or face
I’m slowly, slowly withering away,
In my class, one more empty place.
As I lean by the old oak tree,
Allowing myself to watch me bleed.
My life is vanishing, it is...
And see my bright future fade
I question why God this did to me
As I reach out for my razor blade
For the first time, I’d rather die than live.
For the first time, I wanna go to hell.
And so it falls in rivers now,
Staining the pavement a dark red
No one will notice that I’ve gone away,
No one will remember my name or face
I’m slowly, slowly withering away,
In my class, one more empty place.
As I lean by the old oak tree,
Allowing myself to watch me bleed.
My life is vanishing, it is...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 1:25pm
23rd Oct 2014 1:25pm
Rain Rain come again
I’m standing in the middle of this heavy downpour,
Seeing lightning flash, and hearing thunder roar.
I feel the raindrops slapping my face
Calling me hopeless, nothing but a disgrace.
I close my eyes, and hear the thunderous boom
The rain’s mood defines my future of gloom.
I’m all by myself in this god-damned place,
With everyone around me avoiding my gaze.
Whoever and whenever I believe, I get betrayed
When someone tells me to believe, I feel afraid
Who can you trust in this world of deceivers?
Humans are vicious malicious creatures. ...
Seeing lightning flash, and hearing thunder roar.
I feel the raindrops slapping my face
Calling me hopeless, nothing but a disgrace.
I close my eyes, and hear the thunderous boom
The rain’s mood defines my future of gloom.
I’m all by myself in this god-damned place,
With everyone around me avoiding my gaze.
Whoever and whenever I believe, I get betrayed
When someone tells me to believe, I feel afraid
Who can you trust in this world of deceivers?
Humans are vicious malicious creatures. ...
698 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2014 4:53pm
21st Oct 2014 4:53pm
Call me Crazy
He who strives to touch a star,
oft stumbles on a simple straw
I fell from the stars, down to Earth
My dreams crushed, as if they had no worth
Hope’s an illusion, it’s intangible, it’s fake
I don’t care about it, so let chaos reign.
Nice guys come in last, my lesson finally learnt
When my hopes go up in smoke, my dreams finally burnt
The pain of crushing hope hurts inside
This world is cursed, I hope I die.
My suffering shows on the outside
Through the bleeding wrist I try to hide.
I’ve slashed, cut and sliced
My imperfect...
oft stumbles on a simple straw
I fell from the stars, down to Earth
My dreams crushed, as if they had no worth
Hope’s an illusion, it’s intangible, it’s fake
I don’t care about it, so let chaos reign.
Nice guys come in last, my lesson finally learnt
When my hopes go up in smoke, my dreams finally burnt
The pain of crushing hope hurts inside
This world is cursed, I hope I die.
My suffering shows on the outside
Through the bleeding wrist I try to hide.
I’ve slashed, cut and sliced
My imperfect...
662 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2014 3:04pm
20th Oct 2014 3:04pm
Irony
i'm the flower that never blooms,
the rose that never grows
i'm the darkness that represent's doom
the human the brings about gloom.
I feel a raincloud is always over me,
i'm a door that needs no key.
i can't be unlocked, so don't bother trying
i know myself, i know i'm dying
you don't know about the things i do,
when i'm all alone, in my room.
my wrists bleed out cold blood,
from all the wounds i have cut
i am isolated, with no allies
i am always wearing a disguise
i laugh at my own demise
in the lake of rage,...
the rose that never grows
i'm the darkness that represent's doom
the human the brings about gloom.
I feel a raincloud is always over me,
i'm a door that needs no key.
i can't be unlocked, so don't bother trying
i know myself, i know i'm dying
you don't know about the things i do,
when i'm all alone, in my room.
my wrists bleed out cold blood,
from all the wounds i have cut
i am isolated, with no allies
i am always wearing a disguise
i laugh at my own demise
in the lake of rage,...
726 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2014 2:44pm
20th Oct 2014 2:44pm
Curse him
God took the beauty of the sunset,
the importance of something you'd never forget
He took the swiftness of a bullet from a gun
and the radiance of the sun
He stole the fluency of music
And the smooth flow of stories.
He robbed the riches of the Earth
And the purity from birth
God gave her the gift of knowledge
From the depths of his realm
She was an angel made to live here
a saviour to many, who hold her dear
Then he took the darkness from caves
The regret from mistakes and the agony from pain
The sadness from...
the importance of something you'd never forget
He took the swiftness of a bullet from a gun
and the radiance of the sun
He stole the fluency of music
And the smooth flow of stories.
He robbed the riches of the Earth
And the purity from birth
God gave her the gift of knowledge
From the depths of his realm
She was an angel made to live here
a saviour to many, who hold her dear
Then he took the darkness from caves
The regret from mistakes and the agony from pain
The sadness from...
548 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2014 6:55am
20th Oct 2014 6:55am
Mockery Primary
Welcome to school, of the Mockery BLues
where there's freedom of speech, and no rules.
The walls are stained with blood red hues
not many leave intact, it's either me or you
Insults are fired like cannons at war,
people got hurt, but i don't know what for.
what's there to gain from insults and mockery?
is it a last resort for whose lives aren't set properly?
Mockery Primary is just a place
it has no meaning, just a disgrace
but Humans give meanings to places
people are evolve and make changes.
where there's freedom of speech, and no rules.
The walls are stained with blood red hues
not many leave intact, it's either me or you
Insults are fired like cannons at war,
people got hurt, but i don't know what for.
what's there to gain from insults and mockery?
is it a last resort for whose lives aren't set properly?
Mockery Primary is just a place
it has no meaning, just a disgrace
but Humans give meanings to places
people are evolve and make changes.
515 reads
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