Submissions by anna-disgrace (Annadisgrace)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 2:24am
6th Feb 2012 2:24am
Bathtubs and sewing needles
regurgitating bodies..
self inflected wounds...
sewing through my skin.. the blood is dripping down my body like water dripping down upon a fogged up window...
the water quickly fades to a blood red..
am I dead?
I don't think so considering I still feel pain
I must continue in-till my breath is suffocated by the blood filling up my lungs...
how did i come to be this thing?
I don't think anybody can tell me...
my mind wont even leave for the drugs.
I am sorry for this monster I have...
self inflected wounds...
sewing through my skin.. the blood is dripping down my body like water dripping down upon a fogged up window...
the water quickly fades to a blood red..
am I dead?
I don't think so considering I still feel pain
I must continue in-till my breath is suffocated by the blood filling up my lungs...
how did i come to be this thing?
I don't think anybody can tell me...
my mind wont even leave for the drugs.
I am sorry for this monster I have...
691 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 5:24am
30th Jan 2012 5:24am
sweet dreams
ripened lives
opened eyes
soft cries
long nights
high kites
green leaves
hot tea
sweet dreams
opened eyes
soft cries
long nights
high kites
green leaves
hot tea
sweet dreams
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2012 8:15am
17th Jan 2012 8:15am
your internal being
raging sky's
fire beauty
I salute you to all thats worthy
whispering death knocks at my door.
shuttering minds shut me in my own subconscious.
I am nocturnal, surly that means something.
this external figure is only but a mirror of everything that you see hear and feel.
these cracking bones only bow for so long.
promises don't mean anything any more.
promiscuous souls will look beyond what's in their eyes ..
I wont find demise in this scorching thing that tries to eat me day by day
whisper in my ear...
fire beauty
I salute you to all thats worthy
whispering death knocks at my door.
shuttering minds shut me in my own subconscious.
I am nocturnal, surly that means something.
this external figure is only but a mirror of everything that you see hear and feel.
these cracking bones only bow for so long.
promises don't mean anything any more.
promiscuous souls will look beyond what's in their eyes ..
I wont find demise in this scorching thing that tries to eat me day by day
whisper in my ear...
736 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2012 4:25am
16th Jan 2012 4:25am
Death in a cirlce
flying in the sky or am I on the ground?
I'm hearing your voice but there is no sound.
I'm lying here but I don't feel dead.
My skin is white, my tongue is wet
physical things that never need to be said.
Death that never leaves
we all scream
death in a circle for we are all fiends
it's time bleed.
cut me up for I'm just getting started
this setting is fading black before white.
This fight is not over.
I'm hearing your voice but there is no sound.
I'm lying here but I don't feel dead.
My skin is white, my tongue is wet
physical things that never need to be said.
Death that never leaves
we all scream
death in a circle for we are all fiends
it's time bleed.
cut me up for I'm just getting started
this setting is fading black before white.
This fight is not over.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2012 6:22am
14th Jan 2012 6:22am
we all hurt
In the end we all die
we all break are bones just for pleasure.
just to see what it feels like.
Am I just to happy or is everyone around me just sad?
this fascination is unholy they told me.
but they also told me god was real.
I can't feel without getting hurt first.
experiences provoke me.
choke me with your presence so I can just feel again.
we all break are bones just for pleasure.
just to see what it feels like.
Am I just to happy or is everyone around me just sad?
this fascination is unholy they told me.
but they also told me god was real.
I can't feel without getting hurt first.
experiences provoke me.
choke me with your presence so I can just feel again.
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 3:56am
9th Jan 2012 3:56am
my sighs bring me down
I bite my nails and stare at the sealing .
on my bed I lay and listen to music.
am I the only one who thinks it's not worth it.
I'm falling deeper.
my mind isn't wired to be zombie.
my eyes tell every emotion I feel.
the notion makes me think
am I the only one who's thinking?
If only I was as strong as I tell myself I am.
Is it wrong that I have great ambitions for myself even though I feel this way?
im just going to make believe Im worth it
on my bed I lay and listen to music.
am I the only one who thinks it's not worth it.
I'm falling deeper.
my mind isn't wired to be zombie.
my eyes tell every emotion I feel.
the notion makes me think
am I the only one who's thinking?
If only I was as strong as I tell myself I am.
Is it wrong that I have great ambitions for myself even though I feel this way?
im just going to make believe Im worth it
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2012 3:22am
9th Jan 2012 3:22am
beauty that never dies
I cant help but look at the beauty in the world
even though the world is scratched and bruised it's still beautiful.
I see the hatred in so many eyes...
the empathy they have no more.
the emptiness is growing..
as I turn in circles and as the snow falls on my body and then the snow warms up and then rolls of my body... and then I think of the beauty in the world... even the smallest of things are beautiful..
these on growing chapters these turning pages keep going faster and faster. the seconds. minutes years.. feel like their in overdrive......
even though the world is scratched and bruised it's still beautiful.
I see the hatred in so many eyes...
the empathy they have no more.
the emptiness is growing..
as I turn in circles and as the snow falls on my body and then the snow warms up and then rolls of my body... and then I think of the beauty in the world... even the smallest of things are beautiful..
these on growing chapters these turning pages keep going faster and faster. the seconds. minutes years.. feel like their in overdrive......
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
26th Dec 2011 8:28am
26th Dec 2011 8:28am
the day my other half died
your body lays upon mine..
I feel your warmth and your heart beat so calm and not threatening
I decide to just soak up your energy and stay calm as well...
the next day comes by and your still calm and oh so timid..
you wont even look me in the eye....
I sigh and walk away...
I think inside my head.....should I detach what is left of this thing we have created.
I dismiss it and go on with my day...
I look upon my life... and say inside my head is this happiness?
Am I happy?
I dont regret much but...
I feel your warmth and your heart beat so calm and not threatening
I decide to just soak up your energy and stay calm as well...
the next day comes by and your still calm and oh so timid..
you wont even look me in the eye....
I sigh and walk away...
I think inside my head.....should I detach what is left of this thing we have created.
I dismiss it and go on with my day...
I look upon my life... and say inside my head is this happiness?
Am I happy?
I dont regret much but...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Dec 2011 8:03am
24th Dec 2011 8:03am
why stop?
have you ever seen fogged glass?
have you had that temptation to stick your finger on it?
as you take your finger off and look at the condensation on your finger tip...
your most likely in car.
alone perhaps
what do you see?
I see a highway...
you stopped in the middle of the road to touch the foggy glass....
but now you stare at your hand to see blood.
what happened?
do you hear sirens?
I see lights..
who am I?
what happened?
have you had that temptation to stick your finger on it?
as you take your finger off and look at the condensation on your finger tip...
your most likely in car.
alone perhaps
what do you see?
I see a highway...
you stopped in the middle of the road to touch the foggy glass....
but now you stare at your hand to see blood.
what happened?
do you hear sirens?
I see lights..
who am I?
what happened?
804 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Dec 2011 7:31am
24th Dec 2011 7:31am
soon I will be a zombie
falling..
the sailing in to a vortex full of non remorse corpses.
my flesh
the crows they pick off my flesh..
im sickened by the stench of the rotting epidermis.
the spleens the guts the blood! all over my skin
I cant find my inspiration.
the fascination is what is killing me the most..
the sailing in to a vortex full of non remorse corpses.
my flesh
the crows they pick off my flesh..
im sickened by the stench of the rotting epidermis.
the spleens the guts the blood! all over my skin
I cant find my inspiration.
the fascination is what is killing me the most..
595 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2011 3:49am
12th Dec 2011 3:49am
your scent
death... death that smells so sweet.
the deep cuts you leave on me.
im smelling this scent that fills me with bliss.
but dying sounds much better.
I find it appealing to see you watch over me.
im trying to smile, but the crooks of my face are sowed.
this time of trying is still so heavy. the weight it overloads.
your still so dark and shiny. I want you.
the deep cuts you leave on me.
im smelling this scent that fills me with bliss.
but dying sounds much better.
I find it appealing to see you watch over me.
im trying to smile, but the crooks of my face are sowed.
this time of trying is still so heavy. the weight it overloads.
your still so dark and shiny. I want you.
990 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 3:22am
23rd Nov 2011 3:22am
why wont you take me
it brushes your face.
it smells so sweet.
Finally it speaks ...but only speaks.
eyes are closed. body's are shaken.
I must be mistaken by your ghostly apparition
your black laced wings spread ,like silk dropped from a flushed face.
your so godless like I am.
my heart. beats but no blood flows
so slow you must be.
your porcelain skin so beautiful.
your figure so sexy.
your smile so deceiving.
why wont...
it smells so sweet.
Finally it speaks ...but only speaks.
eyes are closed. body's are shaken.
I must be mistaken by your ghostly apparition
your black laced wings spread ,like silk dropped from a flushed face.
your so godless like I am.
my heart. beats but no blood flows
so slow you must be.
your porcelain skin so beautiful.
your figure so sexy.
your smile so deceiving.
why wont...
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