Submissions by _sawrah_
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My writings are usually when I'm sad and/or angry, I guess you could say. I'm by far not the best. But they come from the heart and thats all anyone can ask for when they write, right? Open for advice.
the Boyfriend and the Best Friend
Oh my love, what a big heart I had.
Gave you my all, no questions asked.
Believed every lie you fed me.
Your trickery, you betrayed me.
Really, my own best friend?
Oh, shes no better than you.
You worked together. You told me forever.
When you kissed her, and touched her nasty body.
Did you ever once stop to think of me?
Alone at home, crying myself to sleep.
Of course not, you didn't care.
We went everywhere!
You had the audacity to bring her in front of our friends?
Did you think I wouldn't hear how you wrapped your arms around her waist...
Gave you my all, no questions asked.
Believed every lie you fed me.
Your trickery, you betrayed me.
Really, my own best friend?
Oh, shes no better than you.
You worked together. You told me forever.
When you kissed her, and touched her nasty body.
Did you ever once stop to think of me?
Alone at home, crying myself to sleep.
Of course not, you didn't care.
We went everywhere!
You had the audacity to bring her in front of our friends?
Did you think I wouldn't hear how you wrapped your arms around her waist...
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This poem is all over the place.
Vultures, my demons, these ugly vile creatures.
Swarming, gathering.
They join and surround.
I dare not look around.
Pay them no attention.
But I hear them, their sneering and jeering.
One by one they will close in and pick me apart.
They want my soul, they need my heart.
To become a hole, a shell of my former self.
Cracked, chipped, battered and bruised.
Unloved and abused.
Dare not fight for they sense hope.
In for the kill.
The sensation, the thrill
Make it fast! I beg and plead.
No mercy, no sympathy.
Oh, the feeling....
Swarming, gathering.
They join and surround.
I dare not look around.
Pay them no attention.
But I hear them, their sneering and jeering.
One by one they will close in and pick me apart.
They want my soul, they need my heart.
To become a hole, a shell of my former self.
Cracked, chipped, battered and bruised.
Unloved and abused.
Dare not fight for they sense hope.
In for the kill.
The sensation, the thrill
Make it fast! I beg and plead.
No mercy, no sympathy.
Oh, the feeling....
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Red
Like red, wet snakes.
Slithering, slipping, sliding down my arm, painting my skin a deep red.
The burning.
The stinging.
Reminds me I am real.
Comforting me when I'm sure the world is against me.
The pain helps subside my emotions at least for a little while.
And when it fades, I roll up my sleeve, breathe, and cut.
Red tears, popping out like perfect droplets.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Smooth like nothing's there.
Look closer, you'll see it. A faint line.
Straight. No curves. Perfection.
Is it an obsession?
Slithering, slipping, sliding down my arm, painting my skin a deep red.
The burning.
The stinging.
Reminds me I am real.
Comforting me when I'm sure the world is against me.
The pain helps subside my emotions at least for a little while.
And when it fades, I roll up my sleeve, breathe, and cut.
Red tears, popping out like perfect droplets.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Smooth like nothing's there.
Look closer, you'll see it. A faint line.
Straight. No curves. Perfection.
Is it an obsession?
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Before the drop
Gray smoke released from my mouth like dangerous, winding, coils waiting to embrace me.
I let it take me.
Higher, past the stars, further than the eyes can see.
What goes up must come down.
Who will catch me?
Who will carry me and bring me to safety?
No love. No one cares.
Down, down, down, tumbling down.
Realization sets in, I will hit the ground.
I'm at peace with that.
I fall without a sound.
I let it take me.
Higher, past the stars, further than the eyes can see.
What goes up must come down.
Who will catch me?
Who will carry me and bring me to safety?
No love. No one cares.
Down, down, down, tumbling down.
Realization sets in, I will hit the ground.
I'm at peace with that.
I fall without a sound.
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