Submissions by ZexionKingdomHeart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If the grass is greener on the other side, then water your damn grass.
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2013 4:25pm
30th Oct 2013 4:25pm
Catching Bubbles
Flash me a sign of raw talent,
do I chase after it?
Do I long for your pitiful spitfire words?
You think that you're agile?
Then show me your true form.
I don't care for this fake illusion.
You seem to put up a good front,
but we all know you're just a whiny, little bitch;
Do you care for anyone?
or anything?
As a matter of fact,
do you care about yourself?
your true hatred stems from your own afflictions.
Now let the anchor drop,
and let your sanity sink...
do I chase after it?
Do I long for your pitiful spitfire words?
You think that you're agile?
Then show me your true form.
I don't care for this fake illusion.
You seem to put up a good front,
but we all know you're just a whiny, little bitch;
Do you care for anyone?
or anything?
As a matter of fact,
do you care about yourself?
your true hatred stems from your own afflictions.
Now let the anchor drop,
and let your sanity sink...
770 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Oct 2013 4:20pm
29th Oct 2013 4:20pm
Let Me F*cking Breathe Already
I can't let air into my lungs,
you have your vice grip on my throat.
The strength of your tongue whips lashes at me,
and they slice the surface of my conscious.
When will I regain control of my own thoughts?
when will I ever be free of your devil hands?
Can I just breathe?
That's all I long for in this-
dark..
morbid..
black hole of my life.
you have your vice grip on my throat.
The strength of your tongue whips lashes at me,
and they slice the surface of my conscious.
When will I regain control of my own thoughts?
when will I ever be free of your devil hands?
Can I just breathe?
That's all I long for in this-
dark..
morbid..
black hole of my life.
580 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Oct 2013 10:53pm
24th Oct 2013 10:53pm
Bitch, f**k you
Slowly and sweetly,
I knew this was it;
I watched you go down,
and suck his--
You didn't know I was at the door
you're just a lonely, sorrowful whore,
and bitch
with an itch
for sex...
I knew this was it;
I watched you go down,
and suck his--
You didn't know I was at the door
you're just a lonely, sorrowful whore,
and bitch
with an itch
for sex...
1426 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Oct 2013 2:41am
21st Oct 2013 2:41am
Just take the pills or shut the hell up
Stop whining like a bitch.
You're the one who decided to take the damn things.
You knew they were bad for you.
They're not even your prescription.
You stole them from your aunt.
You say you need them but you feel remorse?
Shut the fuck up.
You stole 'em.
You wanted 'em.
Now just take the pills or shut the hell up.
You're the one who decided to take the damn things.
You knew they were bad for you.
They're not even your prescription.
You stole them from your aunt.
You say you need them but you feel remorse?
Shut the fuck up.
You stole 'em.
You wanted 'em.
Now just take the pills or shut the hell up.
730 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 7:49pm
19th Oct 2013 7:49pm
Solemnly Sweet (A Haiku of 3)
In his own despair
he wishes to be alone
to sniff the magic
he buys it in grams
and he indulges in it
his heart is racing
he takes his last breath
and watches the bright blue sky
and finally dies.
he wishes to be alone
to sniff the magic
he buys it in grams
and he indulges in it
his heart is racing
he takes his last breath
and watches the bright blue sky
and finally dies.
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SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Oct 2013 11:05pm
17th Oct 2013 11:05pm
Maybe Yesterday
Call me up on a whim
I can't take a breath
because your voice chokes me up;
The light outside is growing dim
and your words could bring me death
that's me running out of luck.
I thought I said to stay away,
but I tend to forget things,
but I know I'm not that stupid.
Sometimes you tend to stray away
and you become something else,
Oh wait, what did I say?
**First verse; not edited. Just thought I'd share and get some feedback on it.
I can't take a breath
because your voice chokes me up;
The light outside is growing dim
and your words could bring me death
that's me running out of luck.
I thought I said to stay away,
but I tend to forget things,
but I know I'm not that stupid.
Sometimes you tend to stray away
and you become something else,
Oh wait, what did I say?
**First verse; not edited. Just thought I'd share and get some feedback on it.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 4:10am
15th Oct 2013 4:10am
Bitterly he bites down
The gnashing of his teeth leave a pile of rot in his soul,
He cannot control his thoughts or actions, and so, he tries to justify them.
He wishes to be above the stark, in pain tolerance and word enigma,
However, he is just mediocre, and cannot find the proper stepping stool.
He bites his tongue to help contain his lashings, but he only chokes.
Sincerely, he longs to hold grasp to the world he creates within his mind,
And he touches the opulence he knows that doesn't exist.
In time, this young, naive, little boy will understand where to step, and where to halt....
He cannot control his thoughts or actions, and so, he tries to justify them.
He wishes to be above the stark, in pain tolerance and word enigma,
However, he is just mediocre, and cannot find the proper stepping stool.
He bites his tongue to help contain his lashings, but he only chokes.
Sincerely, he longs to hold grasp to the world he creates within his mind,
And he touches the opulence he knows that doesn't exist.
In time, this young, naive, little boy will understand where to step, and where to halt....
611 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2013 1:02am
10th Oct 2013 1:02am
90's Kid
Yes, I'm a 90's kid.
I watched cartoons on saturday,
and talked to my friends on the wall-phone.
I collected Pokemon Cards.
I watched 'Are You Afraid of the Dark?'
I read the 'Goosebumps' Series.
I ate Chick-o-Stix
and drank those juices in the barrel containers.
I played on an old NES, and Gameboy Color.
I was obsessed with Mortal Kombat.
I danced around in my room to Cheesy 90's pop.
Yes, I am a 90's kid and I'm proud of it!
I watched cartoons on saturday,
and talked to my friends on the wall-phone.
I collected Pokemon Cards.
I watched 'Are You Afraid of the Dark?'
I read the 'Goosebumps' Series.
I ate Chick-o-Stix
and drank those juices in the barrel containers.
I played on an old NES, and Gameboy Color.
I was obsessed with Mortal Kombat.
I danced around in my room to Cheesy 90's pop.
Yes, I am a 90's kid and I'm proud of it!
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 2:58am
9th Oct 2013 2:58am
Neurotic Man
We can't have it all
but you think that we can
we might as well be dull
we can't swim, let's stand.
Art forms dreams
and dreams form love,
it's not all it seems,
and you've flown above.
Tell me, oh Neurotic man,
am I a schizo?
a downright wacko?
Oh neurotic man, do I need a shrink?
a punch in the face?
or a cold drink?
Systematic I act
and monotone I be,
can this reality, be all it's cracked up to be?
*yes, I know it may be rough, but I don't care. be honest in your critique as you will,...
but you think that we can
we might as well be dull
we can't swim, let's stand.
Art forms dreams
and dreams form love,
it's not all it seems,
and you've flown above.
Tell me, oh Neurotic man,
am I a schizo?
a downright wacko?
Oh neurotic man, do I need a shrink?
a punch in the face?
or a cold drink?
Systematic I act
and monotone I be,
can this reality, be all it's cracked up to be?
*yes, I know it may be rough, but I don't care. be honest in your critique as you will,...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Oct 2013 10:01pm
8th Oct 2013 10:01pm
The Blood Drips Black
Her Blood drips black,
as it is vile and repugnant.
The puddles whirl around in circles,
because they liked to be redundant.
The knife she used was old and rusty;
it had her most favorite feel.
She tossed it aside, it had no more use to her,
because the pain was too real.
She no longer liked what she had done,
and wished the pain away.
But she withered away in hurt,
and she died that very same day.
*Inspired by a book we were reading in AP LIT, 'Wuthering Heights'
as it is vile and repugnant.
The puddles whirl around in circles,
because they liked to be redundant.
The knife she used was old and rusty;
it had her most favorite feel.
She tossed it aside, it had no more use to her,
because the pain was too real.
She no longer liked what she had done,
and wished the pain away.
But she withered away in hurt,
and she died that very same day.
*Inspired by a book we were reading in AP LIT, 'Wuthering Heights'
788 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 2:16am
3rd Oct 2013 2:16am
Cautious Poison Snake
The venom you possess
is definitely one to fear
you hide in the dark,
clutching your death, oh so dear
the knife you wield is sharp to the prick
and you tortured her with it,
you arrogant little dick.
is definitely one to fear
you hide in the dark,
clutching your death, oh so dear
the knife you wield is sharp to the prick
and you tortured her with it,
you arrogant little dick.
567 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2013 1:53am
30th Sep 2013 1:53am
Bitch, Please
Don't send your finger at me.
I'll break it off.
Don't lend your anger to me,
I've had enough.
Don't send me you lies.
I've told my own.
Don't send me your poison,
I won't even be known.
Don't send me your Heart,
I've already lost it.
Don't send me your love,
because, bitch, I don't want it.
I'll break it off.
Don't lend your anger to me,
I've had enough.
Don't send me you lies.
I've told my own.
Don't send me your poison,
I won't even be known.
Don't send me your Heart,
I've already lost it.
Don't send me your love,
because, bitch, I don't want it.
577 reads
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