Submissions by bloody_raven
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
mostly into the darker styles. have been writeing poetry sence grade 7.
DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2013 4:37am
26th Sep 2013 4:37am
blind illness
How can we ever hope to know
That which is unknowable?
The thing we see, the flames
Coming from beneath the floor.
The floor which you know is moving,
To its ultimate end.
Society does not see it acceptable
To allow one’s self to die,
But it encourages partial deaths.
Goes so far that food, movement and escape
Are outlawed.
How can one see when
The past acts as a plague?
Nothing left but time spent
Dancing with rotten corpse
And broken skeletons.
With wishers bone held high
In a sick mind.
The only one...
That which is unknowable?
The thing we see, the flames
Coming from beneath the floor.
The floor which you know is moving,
To its ultimate end.
Society does not see it acceptable
To allow one’s self to die,
But it encourages partial deaths.
Goes so far that food, movement and escape
Are outlawed.
How can one see when
The past acts as a plague?
Nothing left but time spent
Dancing with rotten corpse
And broken skeletons.
With wishers bone held high
In a sick mind.
The only one...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2013 00:47am
26th Sep 2013 00:47am
observers indifference
i'm standing by the rain
but never in it.
this is what it means to watch
as a outsider.
the wet, cold feeling and caring,
never touch you.
you stand by as everyone else
jumps in puddles time and time again,
knowing they don't realize how silly
and corrosive it is.
always the same,
first dip in a toe and jump out
of the way.
next they always jump straight in,
ignoring the danger.
they seem to forget everything,
including that.
the puddles in this world
only form on train tracks.
and those tracks are...
but never in it.
this is what it means to watch
as a outsider.
the wet, cold feeling and caring,
never touch you.
you stand by as everyone else
jumps in puddles time and time again,
knowing they don't realize how silly
and corrosive it is.
always the same,
first dip in a toe and jump out
of the way.
next they always jump straight in,
ignoring the danger.
they seem to forget everything,
including that.
the puddles in this world
only form on train tracks.
and those tracks are...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 11:34pm
24th Sep 2013 11:34pm
earth is diseased with schools
i
born in the spring,
the time of rebirth
and upon the day where spirit rains
for this i hold my head up high
though i do pray others may be
graced to avoid this fate
for in my death, i will have lived the most
i will live finally in those few seconds
for i am but a sacrifice
hope for the future is only ever
carried in bloody hands
my eyes are mirrors
of this shabbied world
but what is seen in the reflection
is a world forgotten
one of trees, and petals,
long gone
the line to nature is ringing...
born in the spring,
the time of rebirth
and upon the day where spirit rains
for this i hold my head up high
though i do pray others may be
graced to avoid this fate
for in my death, i will have lived the most
i will live finally in those few seconds
for i am but a sacrifice
hope for the future is only ever
carried in bloody hands
my eyes are mirrors
of this shabbied world
but what is seen in the reflection
is a world forgotten
one of trees, and petals,
long gone
the line to nature is ringing...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 11:30pm
24th Sep 2013 11:30pm
can you see?
no one can hear the crying
what if i were to tell you
that your secrets
are who you are
all the ways we act leave one
intriguing question, what are we?
and further whats our worth?
all the suffering, all the sorrows
don't ask whats real
for thats when imagination
mixes in
imagine a bottle, boiling
and filled with words, tiers, smoke, acid and flames
the bottle is you, every last one of you
you don't see this but i do
words, so clumsy
are not your friends
words, oh how they start others talking...
what if i were to tell you
that your secrets
are who you are
all the ways we act leave one
intriguing question, what are we?
and further whats our worth?
all the suffering, all the sorrows
don't ask whats real
for thats when imagination
mixes in
imagine a bottle, boiling
and filled with words, tiers, smoke, acid and flames
the bottle is you, every last one of you
you don't see this but i do
words, so clumsy
are not your friends
words, oh how they start others talking...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Oct 2012 5:00pm
30th Oct 2012 5:00pm
the letters: letter 1
oh don't you worry, i'll find you. no matter how far you go or how well you hide. i will be there, i will see to it that i am the last thing you see. you will not die with out pain or in the company of others. you will be alone, just as you have been for your whole life. i heard that's what you tell your self, well i'm here to say:you were right. every thing will abandon you on your death bed, no one will show up to your funeral. i am the only thing that will never leave you and ironically i am the one thing that you want to leave you.
sincerely, Depression.
sincerely, Depression.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Oct 2012 4:53pm
30th Oct 2012 4:53pm
the worst always felt first
there are 2 sides, one that is happy, care free, pleasent, content, helpful and quite; then one that is depressed, sad, cruel, untrusting, pessimistic and hateful. now this isn't a story where they fight and one side is vanquished nor a story where one over powers the other. in this tale out side forces rule, they decide and chose. conditions, voices, and time are thrown at the sides, inside a pot, to sit and brew.the happy one is beaten, tormented all to extremes. so that one runs and leaves for something better. something impossible to find in life, but it is blind to see that. leaving...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2011 5:21pm
9th Dec 2011 5:21pm
touchless bloodshed
When the red moon comes
A waning sun
Darkness released
Hath war shall spread
From madness rise
Vampiric ones of night
Shall start the wage
Kill the sins
And die the light
Comes godess
Lordess of blood
To sece the death and destruction
That hath consumed all
And begin to start a new
We are them
They
Who shall stand threw all
We are darkness embraced
We are anti-sin
Join us in the night
For we sleep in blood
So bloodshed shall not touch us
A waning sun
Darkness released
Hath war shall spread
From madness rise
Vampiric ones of night
Shall start the wage
Kill the sins
And die the light
Comes godess
Lordess of blood
To sece the death and destruction
That hath consumed all
And begin to start a new
We are them
They
Who shall stand threw all
We are darkness embraced
We are anti-sin
Join us in the night
For we sleep in blood
So bloodshed shall not touch us
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 5:23pm
7th Dec 2011 5:23pm
The soldier toys
Children watch as soldiers die
And another set of soldiers
Watch those children die
Killing them again and again
Seemingly loveing every minute
Though hateing it inside
For those children where their
Childrens neighbor
And the soon be fathers of
Happy, Love and Life
All shot dead
The soldiers kill off it all
The living toys of war
And the children are broken toys
How pety
How pointless
How worthless
Is it all
The game
The toys
New and old
Broken and perfect
And another set of soldiers
Watch those children die
Killing them again and again
Seemingly loveing every minute
Though hateing it inside
For those children where their
Childrens neighbor
And the soon be fathers of
Happy, Love and Life
All shot dead
The soldiers kill off it all
The living toys of war
And the children are broken toys
How pety
How pointless
How worthless
Is it all
The game
The toys
New and old
Broken and perfect
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 5:15pm
7th Dec 2011 5:15pm
animals drawn dead
the fox pelt slit open
guts strewn across the dirt
intestines of freedom
trampled by a pale horse
with a hole in it's head
threw the brain
of choices
the man who rides the back
choked dead is this hanged man
of innocents
3 dead
now the child crumples
guts strewn across the dirt
intestines of freedom
trampled by a pale horse
with a hole in it's head
threw the brain
of choices
the man who rides the back
choked dead is this hanged man
of innocents
3 dead
now the child crumples
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Mar 2011 11:27pm
24th Mar 2011 11:27pm
a chance never givin
lay on the
shadow
black
grass
rise up and rekindle all the memorys that
hath
been
harassed
listen to the
sorrowful
howling
wail
for all those who
contiue
to
fail
the red cresent moon rising
high
and
bleeding
the limp, dead bodys cast a warning
to
be
heeding
one shattered soul takes in the
blood
and
flesh
her blood stained hands still
crimson
and
fresh
the only thing more dead is the hole
bored
in
her
...
shadow
black
grass
rise up and rekindle all the memorys that
hath
been
harassed
listen to the
sorrowful
howling
wail
for all those who
contiue
to
fail
the red cresent moon rising
high
and
bleeding
the limp, dead bodys cast a warning
to
be
heeding
one shattered soul takes in the
blood
and
flesh
her blood stained hands still
crimson
and
fresh
the only thing more dead is the hole
bored
in
her
...
853 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Mar 2011 10:54pm
24th Mar 2011 10:54pm
dead birds
the wings of the birds of the dead
are just as forbiding as the eye upon their head
their feathers pierce the skin like needles
for they are the ones who's souls have been stolen
they carry hearts no longer capable of holding
in their human form, their mouths are stiched shut
so they can not utter a word of the danger
that she fortells, continuously feeding her hunger
they can only sing the songs of death and dispare
and hang over the heads of those next to be swallowed
she will devour their souls and their hearts will be hallowed
...
are just as forbiding as the eye upon their head
their feathers pierce the skin like needles
for they are the ones who's souls have been stolen
they carry hearts no longer capable of holding
in their human form, their mouths are stiched shut
so they can not utter a word of the danger
that she fortells, continuously feeding her hunger
they can only sing the songs of death and dispare
and hang over the heads of those next to be swallowed
she will devour their souls and their hearts will be hallowed
...
897 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2011 11:26pm
22nd Mar 2011 11:26pm
i see that they see no story in me
i look to the skyas the rain falls on my face
i stand here and wait for my chance to leave this place
i see the faces of people who can't handle the pain
that this place brings
they just hang their heads in shame
the shadows, they whisper into my ears
they keep me betraying the ones who come near
no one ever sees my scares and tears
and if they wish to face me
they must banish their fears
my life is to hard, to hard to forget
when you let no one in theres nothing to regret
eventhough the pain stays, a reminderof...
i stand here and wait for my chance to leave this place
i see the faces of people who can't handle the pain
that this place brings
they just hang their heads in shame
the shadows, they whisper into my ears
they keep me betraying the ones who come near
no one ever sees my scares and tears
and if they wish to face me
they must banish their fears
my life is to hard, to hard to forget
when you let no one in theres nothing to regret
eventhough the pain stays, a reminderof...
795 reads
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