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...
undone..
unheard screams, unshed tears, and unseen battles that raged on for years.. now that youve looked fear in the eyes, you realize that its useless to try.. turning to defeat, the only thing you know, the scars on your wrists really start to show.. now your screams are the only noises you her, and the only thing that seems to flow is your tears.. seeing no way to make amends, you step off the stool and your raging battles end..
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can i? ...?
can i love you, can i care for you.. can i be the one thats there for you.. can i be the one thats wraped in your arms, safe and hidden from all the worlds harm.. i need an answer so i can stay awake, before i fall asleep and meet an untimely fate..
905 reads
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this guy..
he sits on his bed with a blade in his hand.. he closes his eyes and whispers his one final stand.. i wished someone had loved me, i wish someone had cared about me.. so he cut his wrists and it began to bleed.. it kills me when i see him like this.. i dont want him to be the one im forced to miss..
856 reads
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suicide..
the tears in my eyes and the blood from my wrists are nothing compared to what happens next.. i feel myself falling deeper and deeper into a doze, as on my casket you lay small red rose.. i feel my spirit lift heaven bound it flows, i can even hear angels chanting in their beautiful white robes.. but suddenly im stopped, dead in my tracks, i see god shaking his jead as i am pulled back.. so no more glory no more bliss, and i scream as i fall into hells ever burning abyss..
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short story.. A.K.A my life..
my life is full of blades, hate and anger.. all of this wrapped up inside a bloody little manger.. the question i still ask, should i die or should i live.. with this gun, an answer i shall give...
771 reads
5 Comments
fall upon the masses...
imagine this. your waiting outside the pearly gates.. then it goes black and its too late.. as you fall cuts become gashes, and you find yourself falling upon the masses.. you hear the burning against your skin, even though hating yourself is a sin.. the devil and his demons raise their glasses and you find yourself fallin... falling upon the masses..
820 reads
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what you do.
you make me, you break m.. you love me you hate me.. you give me reason to live yet you make me want to die.. ill live for you once more, but all i can do is try..
867 reads
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no longer understand...
its so much easier to accept deaths hand when life no longer understands... instead of talking about it you kept it in, until you met your tradgic end.. with all this pain and all this guilt your trapped inside this 'life' youve built.. numbed by mindlessness, filled with emptiness, you no longer want to live..
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one last song..
this heart of mine you borrowed, now all thats left of me is pain and sorrow.. dont give it back to me, because in it your reflection i see.. you screwed me over, done me wrong. so i pick up this gun and liten to one last song.. then ill be lying in my casket, finally at best. so lay down your head and get some rest... now that you see that it was you i did long for, you listen to that song once more..
809 reads
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my life
in this life i feel defaced. so kill me, just in case. im trying to stop me, but every time i try.. i fail. so screw this life and let it burn in hell..
719 reads
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my bloody tears..
tears of blood rain down my face, for now i see depression is a never ending race. these cuts that now are only scars, can only take you so far. my blood pours slowly down, splashing into a puddle on the ground. although those who see me dont make a sound. they just sit and stare, the truth is.. none of them really care.
771 reads
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life..
finding yourself in life is hard. so ive learned to keep up my guard. although the healing takes longer, what doesnt kill you makes you stronger. love in life is hard to find. leaving your past all behind. when looking to begin anew, god and his faith will pull you through.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by apocalyptic-love (Kristany D.)