Submissions by XxMadHatterxX
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2014 8:21pm
22nd Dec 2014 8:21pm
Happy in Your Skin
How many people can truly say they love themselves? How many can look into a mirror and see all that is reflected back, that they accept? How many? Because I surly fucking can't. In fact, I avoid to all extent to NOT look into the mirror. I limit myself as much as possible. There isn't a goddamn thing I can say about myself that I can accept. I hate, no loathe, the way I look. The skin that contains the sinning. I lie, I cheat, cut, smoke, fuck I even steal. I believe in no "higher power." I like both genders, which for some fucking reason must mean I'm confused. Or that is only a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2014 6:33pm
24th Nov 2014 6:33pm
Caitriona's Winter
Caitriona's Winter
In the time of years ends
We leave it and take to the sky on chilled feathers
Ripples form on murky waters surface,
This wandering soul knows no rest
Devouring in it's path all to ruin,
plaguing into it's kin
Leaving the bare flowers shivering in the wind
Secrets linger in the newborn frost while she sits on an open field
waiting for Winter's cold to take her
In the time of years ends
We leave it and take to the sky on chilled feathers
Ripples form on murky waters surface,
This wandering soul knows no rest
Devouring in it's path all to ruin,
plaguing into it's kin
Leaving the bare flowers shivering in the wind
Secrets linger in the newborn frost while she sits on an open field
waiting for Winter's cold to take her
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2014 6:31pm
24th Nov 2014 6:31pm
Man Eater
Man Eater
Bones coated in crimson.
Human bones.
Human...remains.
In bloody fleshy hordes.
Everywhere.
The gnawing sound of teeth on hollow bones churn in my ear.
I makes my stomach bile rise higher in my throat.
I can no longer fight it back down.
I vomit into my own hands, some splattering onto the floor.
I'm gasping for air.
I can't breath.
Drool leaking out of the sides if my mouth.
The room grows smaller still.
And again, the horrific sound dawns and echoes in the dark small room.
A monster.
Teeth sharper than daggers....
Bones coated in crimson.
Human bones.
Human...remains.
In bloody fleshy hordes.
Everywhere.
The gnawing sound of teeth on hollow bones churn in my ear.
I makes my stomach bile rise higher in my throat.
I can no longer fight it back down.
I vomit into my own hands, some splattering onto the floor.
I'm gasping for air.
I can't breath.
Drool leaking out of the sides if my mouth.
The room grows smaller still.
And again, the horrific sound dawns and echoes in the dark small room.
A monster.
Teeth sharper than daggers....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 6:27pm
22nd Nov 2014 6:27pm
Nothing More Than Animals
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2014 5:56pm
22nd Nov 2014 5:56pm
Bride
Skin softer and finer then silk, as pail as milky cream
Her lips full red berries, and just as sweet
And, oh, her hair a golden waterfall cascade down her shoulders...
So soft to the touch.
Her scent, of olden red wine....with every inhale I seem more and more intoxicated
Legs longs and smooth. Her curves molded to mimic a hourglass.
Her breasts abundant and round.
Eyes bluer than crystal waters, looking in them is as if seeing Heaven's stairwell.
Her smile? Like sun reflecting on morning's dew. Her beauty unmeasured, unrivaled.
Goddesses do not compare....
Her lips full red berries, and just as sweet
And, oh, her hair a golden waterfall cascade down her shoulders...
So soft to the touch.
Her scent, of olden red wine....with every inhale I seem more and more intoxicated
Legs longs and smooth. Her curves molded to mimic a hourglass.
Her breasts abundant and round.
Eyes bluer than crystal waters, looking in them is as if seeing Heaven's stairwell.
Her smile? Like sun reflecting on morning's dew. Her beauty unmeasured, unrivaled.
Goddesses do not compare....
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Sep 2014 00:25am
13th Sep 2014 00:25am
Paranoia
Bloodshot eyes paralyzed with fear. Still. All is quiet, except for his hushed breathing and rapid heart beat. His mind flashes static buzz, unable to comprehend or draw a conclusion. He begins to violently rap his fingernails on the table. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap....
The Grandfather clock chimes. His eyes dart to it, paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid. The eyes watching him. He feels them. Why are they looking? He turns to there the feeling hits him. From behind. Nothing's there. Of corse not; that's make him sane. He was insane. Or so the meds he took told him.
...
The Grandfather clock chimes. His eyes dart to it, paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid. The eyes watching him. He feels them. Why are they looking? He turns to there the feeling hits him. From behind. Nothing's there. Of corse not; that's make him sane. He was insane. Or so the meds he took told him.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2014 4:54pm
23rd Jun 2014 4:54pm
Pendulum
I'm easy to love but easier to hate.
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell. I taste you on my lips and smell you in my cloths. My lying heart of gold. I'll make the final sacrifice and raise it up, the thing between my two lungs. Blue eyes pierce my soul and watch all the little motions that hold smaller notions. What the water gave me, give it back at the riverside.
Beast out of bluebirds. Second scorned. Of revenge? No greater. No, nothing of sweet honey nectar. And, oh, the velvet sheets now made out of rust and let the only sound be the overflowing beating hymns of our...
Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell. I taste you on my lips and smell you in my cloths. My lying heart of gold. I'll make the final sacrifice and raise it up, the thing between my two lungs. Blue eyes pierce my soul and watch all the little motions that hold smaller notions. What the water gave me, give it back at the riverside.
Beast out of bluebirds. Second scorned. Of revenge? No greater. No, nothing of sweet honey nectar. And, oh, the velvet sheets now made out of rust and let the only sound be the overflowing beating hymns of our...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 5:45pm
12th Jun 2014 5:45pm
Dead by April
I died before April
I died before I knew how to ride a bike
I was young
Not yet ten
Sorrow washed thorough my mother, father, sister
One faithful semi
My ball had rolled onto the street
Collision
The last thing I saw was two shining headlights
The last thing I heard was my final heartbeat
I was dead by April
I died before I knew how to ride a bike
I was young
Not yet ten
Sorrow washed thorough my mother, father, sister
One faithful semi
My ball had rolled onto the street
Collision
The last thing I saw was two shining headlights
The last thing I heard was my final heartbeat
I was dead by April
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 6:17pm
11th Jun 2014 6:17pm
Red Lips
She lay there
naked and dying.
Gasping and retching.
Helpless.
Blood oozing and flowing
down the gash from her collar
bone to her womb.
Slowly forming crimson pools on the stone she lay.
I watch.
Her eyes in a panic, darting from left
to right, searching for her savior.
Wrists and ankles bound. No escape
The only light is from a waning candle. The single flame licking the air and illuminating her pale satin skin.
She is beautiful.
Murmurs and muffled cries erupt from her...
naked and dying.
Gasping and retching.
Helpless.
Blood oozing and flowing
down the gash from her collar
bone to her womb.
Slowly forming crimson pools on the stone she lay.
I watch.
Her eyes in a panic, darting from left
to right, searching for her savior.
Wrists and ankles bound. No escape
The only light is from a waning candle. The single flame licking the air and illuminating her pale satin skin.
She is beautiful.
Murmurs and muffled cries erupt from her...
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