Submissions by XkillerX
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th May 2013 10:31pm
27th May 2013 10:31pm
Ann
There was alittle girl a pretty little girl, her name was Ann she always seemed so sad.She wore a dress a with her hair in a mess.
She never talked or raised her hand in class.But we all saw the bruises on her arms.The sad part is no one ever helped poor Ann, No one ever helped Ann.
Oh ann Oh ann tell me whats wrong. Oh ann Oh ann you are so strong.Oh ann little ann do you cry alone? Oh ann oh ann i miss you so.
There was alittle girl a pretty little girl, she was my best friend my very best friend. I never asked why she wore the same dress but I always wondered...
She never talked or raised her hand in class.But we all saw the bruises on her arms.The sad part is no one ever helped poor Ann, No one ever helped Ann.
Oh ann Oh ann tell me whats wrong. Oh ann Oh ann you are so strong.Oh ann little ann do you cry alone? Oh ann oh ann i miss you so.
There was alittle girl a pretty little girl, she was my best friend my very best friend. I never asked why she wore the same dress but I always wondered...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 7:05pm
16th Apr 2013 7:05pm
Invis.
Why do I feel so invisible? I stand here screaming at everyone near. Begging for someone to come save me and hold me dear. But no one comes here. So I stand here alone and scared,cold and broken. I no longer scream I just smile its sad to be one of the broken childs.
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 4:47pm
16th Feb 2013 4:47pm
Wonderland and death
Is it worth it? Staring into the face of death i wonder what it might be like on the other side.Maybe it will be peaceful and maybe just maybe i can truly be happy with no fears.Is it worth it?Is there a place after death a wonderland that will save not only me but all of us?Where not a soul cry's in pain, where I am, you are and everyone else is safe. Is there such a place that whips your memory of all the bad that happened before you lost yourself and died? If there is a place like that I want to find it...I want to go there more than anything...wonderland is what I'm looking for, and as i...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 6:20pm
10th Feb 2013 6:20pm
Prison
Back to the prison little children right through those doors.Screams awaiting all down the halls,cold is the feeling just when she sees it.Oh the terror of being shut up and beaten. In we must go the chains pulling her in with the rest of them. Shackled together fighting to get through,just to be shoved into a silent room.Back to the prison;in the prison she awaits as others pretend to enjoy themselves. Truthfully there all stoned faced in hell as well as she.Watching the clock again and again being pulled every which way waiting for the end.Taking every hit,each scream and going on.She...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 00:08am
3rd Jan 2013 00:08am
the end
The tears fall down faster then you can make the blood come out.Take a deep breath and drag the blade across, gasping for air your mind is lost.Trying not to make a sound deeper in it goes, begging for forgiveness looking for relief this is how it goes. Making new lines picking different places,drag the blade across pushing down the pain.Hoping to hit a big blue vein, your mind spirals out your breaths shorten.You drive down deeper crying out for help, wishing to be someone else.Then you black out, shribbled up with pain eyes blurred with tears.Your worst fears are screaming in your ears so...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Dec 2012 10:36pm
10th Dec 2012 10:36pm
Save her no help him never
Save her, no why would you do that?
Help him, no one would ever catch you doing that.
Ignore her is what you do, hurting her is grand fun to you.
Beating him is funny to you, leaving him crying alone is great to you.
Cruel remarks and lies is what she gets for being so kind to all of you.
Pain and bruises is what he finds every time he turns around his love always ignored.
She hides at home and cuts it away but you wouldn't care anyways, right?
He pops lots of pills and takes a smoke going on a ride but it wouldn't matter to you would it?
You say your words to...
Help him, no one would ever catch you doing that.
Ignore her is what you do, hurting her is grand fun to you.
Beating him is funny to you, leaving him crying alone is great to you.
Cruel remarks and lies is what she gets for being so kind to all of you.
Pain and bruises is what he finds every time he turns around his love always ignored.
She hides at home and cuts it away but you wouldn't care anyways, right?
He pops lots of pills and takes a smoke going on a ride but it wouldn't matter to you would it?
You say your words to...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2012 4:43pm
1st Dec 2012 4:43pm
Killer
Trust the knife, snap his neck.Rape her face and stab his dick.
Burning skin, the sweet scent of blood.Screaming for help, Oh how fun.Rattling chains,pleading for mercy.Cuts down his spine, Big bruises on her chest.Nipples,lets cut them off now theirs blood all over her tits.Beg me to stop? NO Ive just begun having so much fun. Stapling his lips together and shanking her with old rusty scissors. There screams are so grand...Skinning her head laughing the whole time i love how they cry in such pain.HA this is so great sweaty and hot I'm driven by pure hate. Oh how wonderful it is to see...
Burning skin, the sweet scent of blood.Screaming for help, Oh how fun.Rattling chains,pleading for mercy.Cuts down his spine, Big bruises on her chest.Nipples,lets cut them off now theirs blood all over her tits.Beg me to stop? NO Ive just begun having so much fun. Stapling his lips together and shanking her with old rusty scissors. There screams are so grand...Skinning her head laughing the whole time i love how they cry in such pain.HA this is so great sweaty and hot I'm driven by pure hate. Oh how wonderful it is to see...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 7:18pm
26th Nov 2012 7:18pm
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Scars down the wrists of the broken child, with little twists in the way it goes across. A needle in the hand of that lonely boy arm ready at all costs. The gun of the girl who sits alone in place and ready to fire. Bruises on the woman who couldn't get away,for now she holds a knife. The pain of the man who lost his lover for another slut that he desired.
That blade kills the broken child who was always lost..the needle drops to the ground,the boy without a breath...The gun goes off and without a sound the girl is alone dead...The knife in the woman's hand slays the man who beat...
That blade kills the broken child who was always lost..the needle drops to the ground,the boy without a breath...The gun goes off and without a sound the girl is alone dead...The knife in the woman's hand slays the man who beat...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 3:39pm
24th Nov 2012 3:39pm
The mask
On the outside a mask, a mask of smiles and laughter.A mask of makeup to hide it all, to hide what he has done.The mask serves the same purpose as does the long sleeved shirts and jeans. Even in the summer,or in daylight, nobody knows what he has done. Not one of them are smart enough to see the pain in she,for she hides it oh so well with the beautiful mask on.Not even god would be able to tell. She makes it this way because she has no idea what else to do. If she tells a soul why then that would be the ending. The ending of the scars and bloody bruises but it would also be the ending of her...
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