Submissions by War-Kid (Nicholas-Spock)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Madness is like gravity, all it takes is a little push. ~Spock
DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2014 9:00am
17th May 2014 9:00am
Corpses
Corpses lying on the ground
corpses lying all around
corpses they are corpses which are corpses never to be found
corpses lying by the shore
corpses lying by your door
corpses which when each day passes corpses add to more and more
corpses old and dead and cold
oh the stories they have told
corpses with white hair gray hair the colours of their lifeless mold
corpses back when they were young
baked beneath the tortured sun
mummies gone your pretty boys are now fugitives on the run
they once were young and thin and pale
had a load of...
corpses lying all around
corpses they are corpses which are corpses never to be found
corpses lying by the shore
corpses lying by your door
corpses which when each day passes corpses add to more and more
corpses old and dead and cold
oh the stories they have told
corpses with white hair gray hair the colours of their lifeless mold
corpses back when they were young
baked beneath the tortured sun
mummies gone your pretty boys are now fugitives on the run
they once were young and thin and pale
had a load of...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2014 8:45am
17th May 2014 8:45am
The loon and the leech
In this love poem
I'll speak of the dead
and in the horror
I'll speak of the love
and for this haiku
I'll make it a long one
at the fall of the tarred and the dying old dove
I'm a poet of fury
writing with ease
for the loss of the love and the dying old breeze
and with every new day
brings only emptiness
which would be the reason when writing I seethe
I'm a fourteen year old homeschooled loon locked up in my room
contemplating the family of your family's doom
the end of the month
is coming up soon
now cage me to...
I'll speak of the dead
and in the horror
I'll speak of the love
and for this haiku
I'll make it a long one
at the fall of the tarred and the dying old dove
I'm a poet of fury
writing with ease
for the loss of the love and the dying old breeze
and with every new day
brings only emptiness
which would be the reason when writing I seethe
I'm a fourteen year old homeschooled loon locked up in my room
contemplating the family of your family's doom
the end of the month
is coming up soon
now cage me to...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2014 11:02pm
16th May 2014 11:02pm
The lonely fish (part three)
There is nothing
for me here
that has become
all too clear
it's time for me to run away
running far
from here dear
it's time for me to leave this place
where everything is as it seems
it's time for me to flee this state
of disappointment and broken dreams
you say there's there things
that I could be
I could even be president you decree
you're keeping me trapped like a cat in a tree
oh why the fuck
can't you see
it's time for me to leave this town
and if I had but just one wish
I'd gladly lose my kingly...
for me here
that has become
all too clear
it's time for me to run away
running far
from here dear
it's time for me to leave this place
where everything is as it seems
it's time for me to flee this state
of disappointment and broken dreams
you say there's there things
that I could be
I could even be president you decree
you're keeping me trapped like a cat in a tree
oh why the fuck
can't you see
it's time for me to leave this town
and if I had but just one wish
I'd gladly lose my kingly...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2014 10:52pm
16th May 2014 10:52pm
The lonely fish (part two)
Fed by demons in disguise
fed by fake and hateful lies
as the blood my wrists start to dry
sitting in bedroom corner another part of me dies
trapped in my room like a parrot to glue
none of you people understand me do you
none of you people could ever feel so blue
and still carry on
and do what I do
I'm put all away and I'm trapped in my mind
I talk to myself
and he responds in kind
can you see how I'm feeling
can you see how it's lined
can you see what my poems
are really behind
they're behind my self hate I...
fed by fake and hateful lies
as the blood my wrists start to dry
sitting in bedroom corner another part of me dies
trapped in my room like a parrot to glue
none of you people understand me do you
none of you people could ever feel so blue
and still carry on
and do what I do
I'm put all away and I'm trapped in my mind
I talk to myself
and he responds in kind
can you see how I'm feeling
can you see how it's lined
can you see what my poems
are really behind
they're behind my self hate I...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2014 00:19am
16th May 2014 00:19am
The lonely fish
You have me trapped
deep underground
with too much security
and no life of the sound
where nothing could ever
sniff me out
not a boar not a bear nor a fox or a hound
I could have lived more
I could have been cool
what are you
a ruddy fool
keeping me trapped like a cat in a stool
like a fish
without it's school
we both see both guessed we both know
that in this sad non-meaningful
you'll never give me my rights to live
you'll never give me space to grow.
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deep underground
with too much security
and no life of the sound
where nothing could ever
sniff me out
not a boar not a bear nor a fox or a hound
I could have lived more
I could have been cool
what are you
a ruddy fool
keeping me trapped like a cat in a stool
like a fish
without it's school
we both see both guessed we both know
that in this sad non-meaningful
you'll never give me my rights to live
you'll never give me space to grow.
please reader, if you read, do leave a comment:]
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2014 9:12am
14th May 2014 9:12am
I am your lord
I am your master
the one which you call
I control when you rise
I control when you fall
I am the one for which that you all fight
I am your freedom
as I am your night
I am your honour your love and your life
I am the meaning behind your strife
I am your fury your ascent and your battle
and I am the bodies mourning in pain
the bodies for which you destroy with your words
the bodies for which that you kill with your knife
I shed all your tears as I wipe them all dry
I live in the shadows
as well as the sky
I am your lord...
the one which you call
I control when you rise
I control when you fall
I am the one for which that you all fight
I am your freedom
as I am your night
I am your honour your love and your life
I am the meaning behind your strife
I am your fury your ascent and your battle
and I am the bodies mourning in pain
the bodies for which you destroy with your words
the bodies for which that you kill with your knife
I shed all your tears as I wipe them all dry
I live in the shadows
as well as the sky
I am your lord...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2014 5:35am
14th May 2014 5:35am
I love you
A heart deathly cold
and atop with mold
though all the same bold
gives in to the fold
her face made of gold
how her features glowed
goddess of importance
goddess of the old
a soul very kind
you'll not often find
no matter how far
you could ever have mined
one she does not know
after all this time
the girl of my dreams
her destiny lined
and she is not lame
and she can't be tamed
for she holds no blame
she's pure all the same
her heart full of game
she killed all my pain
my...
and atop with mold
though all the same bold
gives in to the fold
her face made of gold
how her features glowed
goddess of importance
goddess of the old
a soul very kind
you'll not often find
no matter how far
you could ever have mined
one she does not know
after all this time
the girl of my dreams
her destiny lined
and she is not lame
and she can't be tamed
for she holds no blame
she's pure all the same
her heart full of game
she killed all my pain
my...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2014 8:16am
12th May 2014 8:16am
One thousand cuts
One for each day
for every regret
cut after cut
for each one I've let
feel the sharp end
how deep it can get
one thousand cuts
I can't help but bet
one drop of blood
close that wooden door
more deep than that bud
let's add on one more
cut once again deeper this time now or
feel all that rage raging down in your core
feel just how far gone
in just a few years
hasn't been that long
just ten thousand tears
write poem after poem
write down all your fears
and clutch that damn arm
and...
for every regret
cut after cut
for each one I've let
feel the sharp end
how deep it can get
one thousand cuts
I can't help but bet
one drop of blood
close that wooden door
more deep than that bud
let's add on one more
cut once again deeper this time now or
feel all that rage raging down in your core
feel just how far gone
in just a few years
hasn't been that long
just ten thousand tears
write poem after poem
write down all your fears
and clutch that damn arm
and...
902 reads
2 Comments
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