Submissions by bloody_ashe (Ashe)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry doesn't need to be in a certain form or a simple way. its about worlds that have meaning..or just words on your mind. So no matter who you are...you can be a poet. You can write about how the sky is green and it would be beautiful.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 10:18am
12th Aug 2012 10:18am
Little Demon
I got this feeling deep inside,
Not sadness or hatred not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something use to be,
Every time I think about it,
My head begins to hurt,
My eyes fill with tears,
These are the silent screams that nobody hears,
Clutching my pillow tightly,
I let it all out again,
There’s no use trying to flee,
It’s just the demons and me.
They come late at night,
Flooding my mind,
Shredding my soul,
And I wonder will I ever be whole?
Like a song left on loop,
I relive the same moment,...
Not sadness or hatred not even pride,
A blank spot on a map,
Where something use to be,
Every time I think about it,
My head begins to hurt,
My eyes fill with tears,
These are the silent screams that nobody hears,
Clutching my pillow tightly,
I let it all out again,
There’s no use trying to flee,
It’s just the demons and me.
They come late at night,
Flooding my mind,
Shredding my soul,
And I wonder will I ever be whole?
Like a song left on loop,
I relive the same moment,...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 2:26am
12th Aug 2012 2:26am
Insight
Black is the color of ink
Red is the color of blood
Silver is of the moon
Ink is what I posses
Blood is what I need
Moon is the time I end
Possessing is what I had
Needing is what I did
Ending is where I began
Red is the color of blood
Silver is of the moon
Ink is what I posses
Blood is what I need
Moon is the time I end
Possessing is what I had
Needing is what I did
Ending is where I began
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 2:16am
12th Aug 2012 2:16am
The girl who bled. Vol. 2
Five, four, three,
almost time,
two, its here,
one.
I stole one last glance,
the room looks peaceful.
I imagine it being empty,
like the clean halway.
Here i am,
the room,
where the flowers,
run red.
I am finally here.
The one who took me,
opens the red door,
I looked inside,
there are no flowers,
that run red.
A man of silver hair,
I was taken to him,
I smiled,
he had a sharp toothed
grin.
His breath smelled,
red,
his hands felt,
red,
the water he gave...
almost time,
two, its here,
one.
I stole one last glance,
the room looks peaceful.
I imagine it being empty,
like the clean halway.
Here i am,
the room,
where the flowers,
run red.
I am finally here.
The one who took me,
opens the red door,
I looked inside,
there are no flowers,
that run red.
A man of silver hair,
I was taken to him,
I smiled,
he had a sharp toothed
grin.
His breath smelled,
red,
his hands felt,
red,
the water he gave...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 1:36am
11th Aug 2012 1:36am
The girl who bled. Vol. 1
I stare back into my old room,
its been so long,
my time has come,
for i am number one.
There were ninety nine
children housing here
I'm number one.
nice to meet you!
Once our life clock chimed ten,
we are taken one by one,
into the clean hallway,
everyday someone new.
We all have the same birthday,
were all brothers and sisters,
though we never met,
we were told of each other.
Everyday one of us
is taken down
to the room where
the flowers run red.
The...
its been so long,
my time has come,
for i am number one.
There were ninety nine
children housing here
I'm number one.
nice to meet you!
Once our life clock chimed ten,
we are taken one by one,
into the clean hallway,
everyday someone new.
We all have the same birthday,
were all brothers and sisters,
though we never met,
we were told of each other.
Everyday one of us
is taken down
to the room where
the flowers run red.
The...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 1:01am
11th Aug 2012 1:01am
Fade
Forever i continue my circling,
i have nothing but anger in a carousel of agony.
i'm slipping through the cracks
of a dark eternity
with nothing but my pain
and the paralyzing anguish.
Maybe it's a dream;
maybe nothing else is real'
but it wouldn't mean a thing
if I told you how I feel
I'm tired of all the pain,
of the misery inside
And I wish that I could live
feeling nothing but the night
If I make another move,
there'll be no more turning back
Because everything will change,
and it all will fade to black...
i have nothing but anger in a carousel of agony.
i'm slipping through the cracks
of a dark eternity
with nothing but my pain
and the paralyzing anguish.
Maybe it's a dream;
maybe nothing else is real'
but it wouldn't mean a thing
if I told you how I feel
I'm tired of all the pain,
of the misery inside
And I wish that I could live
feeling nothing but the night
If I make another move,
there'll be no more turning back
Because everything will change,
and it all will fade to black...
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