Submissions by anna-disgrace (Annadisgrace)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jun 2012 2:45am
12th Jun 2012 2:45am
the feeling of a writer
The categories unmasked, the lashings on my back
The feeling of love the feeling of hate
Tell me how do I feel?
The ghost That filters the lies
The crow that never dies
I don't know How I feel exactly, But the feeling isn't mutual
My mind is just a box. a box a filled with shit.
This trapped sensation searching for independence.
I just can't get my self out of my own mind.
The feeling of love the feeling of hate
Tell me how do I feel?
The ghost That filters the lies
The crow that never dies
I don't know How I feel exactly, But the feeling isn't mutual
My mind is just a box. a box a filled with shit.
This trapped sensation searching for independence.
I just can't get my self out of my own mind.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2012 7:26pm
15th May 2012 7:26pm
war face
You're a sadistic mess.
A Face... painted white. but you're truly black on the inside.
I will not crest your hand anymore. you only burn me.
The feast you have when you find a victim you said.
You pound your war drum in the hopes that they were dead.
But as we know everyone has a soul. maybe even you.
But I bet you lost yours a long while ago.
You paint saints on your back in hopes of feeling holly in some
way I guess.
But the sluts you fucked were never holly enough.
You splattered their blood all for the pleasure of doing it ...
A Face... painted white. but you're truly black on the inside.
I will not crest your hand anymore. you only burn me.
The feast you have when you find a victim you said.
You pound your war drum in the hopes that they were dead.
But as we know everyone has a soul. maybe even you.
But I bet you lost yours a long while ago.
You paint saints on your back in hopes of feeling holly in some
way I guess.
But the sluts you fucked were never holly enough.
You splattered their blood all for the pleasure of doing it ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2012 7:13pm
15th May 2012 7:13pm
insider
I look outside.. my trembling fingers..
I may be inside but I can still see my breath.
ever feel alone? even when people are around?
I'm hiding inside.
crying but it can't be defined.
my taste buds are scorched. I can't taste the wine anymore.
the lights are dim.. I'm dim as well.
I draw the line down your spine.. to see if you could feel too.
I guess not.
I may be inside but I can still see my breath.
ever feel alone? even when people are around?
I'm hiding inside.
crying but it can't be defined.
my taste buds are scorched. I can't taste the wine anymore.
the lights are dim.. I'm dim as well.
I draw the line down your spine.. to see if you could feel too.
I guess not.
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DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2012 5:25am
1st May 2012 5:25am
ghosts in the closet
We are mindless and empty
left to a world full of pity.
A world meant to be so empty
The kids cry for their mothers, we cry for slaughter.
The morticians daughter spoons her father cough syrup because he cuts his wrist and got sick.
The Ghosts hide in the closet waiting,
waiting for friends.
their lonely remorse you can hear from the house next door.
The children keep confided in their room waiting for their mom to get out of the hospital soon.
They cry tears for their mother because they have no other.
But still she...
left to a world full of pity.
A world meant to be so empty
The kids cry for their mothers, we cry for slaughter.
The morticians daughter spoons her father cough syrup because he cuts his wrist and got sick.
The Ghosts hide in the closet waiting,
waiting for friends.
their lonely remorse you can hear from the house next door.
The children keep confided in their room waiting for their mom to get out of the hospital soon.
They cry tears for their mother because they have no other.
But still she...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 8:25pm
29th Apr 2012 8:25pm
The apparitions thoughts
laying in the grass, it's mid night.
It's not cold enough to see my breath but I can see the
goose bumps on my body.
Saying in my mind that it's going to be alright.
The noose that never falls.
The head that never severed.
My mind that never decided to fall apart.
sensations, the feeling of love.
The buetifull way you say things when you're drowning in
your own thoughts.
I'm still just a ghost just a figment of your imagination.
But I still lay here and think.
I think of you.
...
It's not cold enough to see my breath but I can see the
goose bumps on my body.
Saying in my mind that it's going to be alright.
The noose that never falls.
The head that never severed.
My mind that never decided to fall apart.
sensations, the feeling of love.
The buetifull way you say things when you're drowning in
your own thoughts.
I'm still just a ghost just a figment of your imagination.
But I still lay here and think.
I think of you.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 3:13am
20th Apr 2012 3:13am
the poets dummy
A booked marked face.
the taste of you.
the satisfying touch of your long skinny fingers.
how it feels when I dance naked.
I'm not a fool, I just like the sound of your voice.
I feel empty but I guess Ive always been the poets dummy.
the taste of you.
the satisfying touch of your long skinny fingers.
how it feels when I dance naked.
I'm not a fool, I just like the sound of your voice.
I feel empty but I guess Ive always been the poets dummy.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 6:13am
16th Apr 2012 6:13am
Drained
And when your spin spins backward. and your just left to drown in your thoughts and emotions, what do you do?
It seems like were all just meant to bleed alone.
when people just like to feed on you.
like energy vampires and you're just drained to nothing.
I refrain from these things because I don't want to deal with these obstacles.. I turn into this person who just hides inside them self.
It seems like were all just meant to bleed alone.
when people just like to feed on you.
like energy vampires and you're just drained to nothing.
I refrain from these things because I don't want to deal with these obstacles.. I turn into this person who just hides inside them self.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 3:52am
28th Mar 2012 3:52am
lacks of emotion
what I cannot see with my naked eye,
is what defined their minds by frying what they kept inside.
they walked with straight backs and in coats of black.
they looked and kicked me in my shins.
but only I still feel threw emotions and wins.
sadness is still important.. but only at times of need.
we all need to experience emotions that makes us want to bleed.
is what defined their minds by frying what they kept inside.
they walked with straight backs and in coats of black.
they looked and kicked me in my shins.
but only I still feel threw emotions and wins.
sadness is still important.. but only at times of need.
we all need to experience emotions that makes us want to bleed.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 6:32am
5th Mar 2012 6:32am
copies
I wait
I say I'm not the same but I am.
I can't be saved
I crave the blood of liars
It suffices much more then your butched up body
your eyes, they grow with a hate that curdles my blood.
the rich soil that falls beneath my poms when I pick it up.
this song just doesnt fill my ears with the pleasure and joy and sorrow that it used to.
they say i'm not the same, but I guess I'm not the same..
they tell me i'm insane.
I guess this is true but my soul is not the one on countdown
the angles black laced wings brush my face, and leave scratches and cuts...
I say I'm not the same but I am.
I can't be saved
I crave the blood of liars
It suffices much more then your butched up body
your eyes, they grow with a hate that curdles my blood.
the rich soil that falls beneath my poms when I pick it up.
this song just doesnt fill my ears with the pleasure and joy and sorrow that it used to.
they say i'm not the same, but I guess I'm not the same..
they tell me i'm insane.
I guess this is true but my soul is not the one on countdown
the angles black laced wings brush my face, and leave scratches and cuts...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 6:50am
17th Feb 2012 6:50am
red stained Sheets
Splatter the blood
cut her lungs
Fill them with her blood.
I feel a rush..
Please Don't hush I'm only getting started..
Take her clothes off and stain her with my knife.
turn of the light..
it's always better in the dark..
hang her up side down..
and trap her in cage.
watch her bleed all over the place.
Yes I'm crazy
this is true.
But soon my friends
this will be you too.
cut her lungs
Fill them with her blood.
I feel a rush..
Please Don't hush I'm only getting started..
Take her clothes off and stain her with my knife.
turn of the light..
it's always better in the dark..
hang her up side down..
and trap her in cage.
watch her bleed all over the place.
Yes I'm crazy
this is true.
But soon my friends
this will be you too.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 6:40am
17th Feb 2012 6:40am
Sins of Sorrow
Writingsinsofsorrowonmyarm
longpasttomorrow,
Songsofsorrow
ohsongsofsorrow.
youpassyourkeysdowntome.
ohsoundsofsorrow.soundsofsorrow.
ifthereapercomesfromme.
itwillfeellikesorrow.itfeelslikesorrow
longpasttomorrow,
Songsofsorrow
ohsongsofsorrow.
youpassyourkeysdowntome.
ohsoundsofsorrow.soundsofsorrow.
ifthereapercomesfromme.
itwillfeellikesorrow.itfeelslikesorrow
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2012 6:41am
9th Feb 2012 6:41am
reflection
reflection
self animated anticipation
this recreation...
this fascination with death and we cant get over it.
it's seared in my mind that we are all just ghosts.
the fear.
in our minds.
the kind of thing that doesn't fade.. with time..
its still in the back of our minds..
self animated anticipation
this recreation...
this fascination with death and we cant get over it.
it's seared in my mind that we are all just ghosts.
the fear.
in our minds.
the kind of thing that doesn't fade.. with time..
its still in the back of our minds..
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