Submissions by apocalyptic-love (Kristany D.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry for me is like a kidnapping in the broad daylight... the reason why i do it is to voice my life ... in hopes of maybe receiving an answer .... and its the gruesomely beautiful I'm attracted to...
use me some other day.... under
you say you just want to abolish my hurt, when really you just wondered whats under my shirt.. so you come and lay down with me, hoping and praying that i'll get on my knees... just forget what we've done, i'll admit, it was kind of fun... you say you love me in every way, please, use me some other day...
966 reads
7 Comments
tears of acid..
tears of acid pour down my cheek, with a weakened voice i begin to speak.. i loved you once, i love you still, always have, always will.. but i wonder still, why i feel.. if i didnt the pain would ease and the sorrow would fade, all along i had no idea it was just a beautiful facade.. so i grab a tissue as my face grows placid, and these tears keep rolling.. these tears of acid...
1079 reads
11 Comments
i blame me..
my monsters have won, i dont want you to suffer what i have become.. all the pain and all the scars, never really get you that far.. im trapped inside, forced to look at my own refection, and through cuts know the truth of my own rejection... dont listen tobme for i fear you may bleed.. out of my own stupidity i have caused this for me.. my suffrage is my own and i blame me and me alone.. cutting is an art, an addiction you see, for your pain.. i blame me..
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5 Comments
death.. plain and simple, right?
death please take my hand and guide this knife, drink this poison amd end this life.. im tired of the pain, i think all of us are. so it goes to say nothing speaks louder than scars.. so im going to end it all tonight.. death, plain and simple, right...
850 reads
2 Comments
end it..
its simple, i just dont want to live anymore, im ready to face the blood and gore. im ready to choke on my own blood, im ready to give in to this depressing flood. so death please take my hand and guide me through this, take my life please.. and just end it..
877 reads
4 Comments
if i died tomorrow..
if i died tomorrow would you love me today, would you lie and tell me everythings okay. the person reading this knows who this is for, you know me and told me i was yours. so know i send my last goodbyes and thank you for re-opening my eyes. but before this poem ends answer this question with no regrets or sorrow, what would you do if i died tomorrow....
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six feet under..
i wonder what it feels like to be loved, to be wanted, to be needed.. guess ill never know that feeling all thats left now is to be greived.. whether i take my own life or am sruck by lightning, its your name ill be shouting.. its amazing how you can miss something you never had, like you i am mad.. my head feels like its in a blunder, but it doesnt really matter, now that i am six feet under..
997 reads
6 Comments
what it was like before you..
she sits in her room and begins to cry... the sad part is, she doesnt even know why.. maybe its the voices in her head, or maybe her parents who want her dead.. no one to love her, no one to care for her.. whether suicide is an option, she is not sure... shes struggling with herself with the blade in her hand, she wants so badly for all this to end.. until the night he took her in, she began to feel that change within..
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7 Comments
for you..
as i sit in the corner if my room, i begin to write this poem for you.. ive been stuck on it for a while, and when i talk to you, i cant help but smile.. im glad i found someone i can relate to.. im glad i found.. you
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empty, hollow veins..
ive bled all that i can bleed, and have no more tears left for anyone can see.. all that youve left me with is sorrow and pain.. and dont forget these empty, hollow veins..
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why? ..
these words of yours i pardon, but your pain is still my burden.. our untimely fate has left me astray, my heart has been ripped every which way.. chilled.to the bone, im left to pick up the pieces alone.. unable to bear the thought of you anymore, i drop to my knees down to the floor.. i have blood from my wrists, tears still moist in my eyes, i wonder aloud, why..
898 reads
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blood, sweat, & suicide..
they usually say blood, sweat, and tears, but you dont cry when you have no fears.. when all your anger builds up inside your scared no longer of suicide.. you tell yourself these lovely lies, hoping and wishing that in the end you die.. not able to wait for your heart to mend, you find your soul at a meaningless end.. with cuts on your wrists and a bullet to the head, theres no need to worry now.. your dead... you feel yourself falling down inside, and these beautiful words you recite, blood.. sweat... and suicide...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by apocalyptic-love (Kristany D.)