Submissions by chasingnightmares
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 3:58am
14th Jun 2012 3:58am
Mirror
I look in the mirror,
scared of what I'll see,
and exactly what I feared
is staring back at me.
I don't know who this person is,
or how they came to be,
the saddest part about this,
that person is me.
I've lost sight of who I am,
not sure who I should be.
This is such a tragic story,
and it's all about me.
The person in the mirror,
the one I'm supposed to be,
I want to know who she is,
I want to know me.
It's so hard to understand
exactly what I see,
'Cause I'm staring in the mirror,
but this...
scared of what I'll see,
and exactly what I feared
is staring back at me.
I don't know who this person is,
or how they came to be,
the saddest part about this,
that person is me.
I've lost sight of who I am,
not sure who I should be.
This is such a tragic story,
and it's all about me.
The person in the mirror,
the one I'm supposed to be,
I want to know who she is,
I want to know me.
It's so hard to understand
exactly what I see,
'Cause I'm staring in the mirror,
but this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 3:33am
14th Jun 2012 3:33am
Sleeping beauty
Kiss me a sweetly sorrow goodbye,
for I'd rather not wait till it be morrow.
Waking with your passionate kisses,
what a wonderful thing to be woken by.
So kiss me now for the nights sake,
for a moment just to feel and be able to remember.
And if I do not wake in the early morn,
all should be worn weary and dried of tears.
For your kisses are the anti-drug to the poison in my body,
so be here and wake me with those kisses of sighs.
for I'd rather not wait till it be morrow.
Waking with your passionate kisses,
what a wonderful thing to be woken by.
So kiss me now for the nights sake,
for a moment just to feel and be able to remember.
And if I do not wake in the early morn,
all should be worn weary and dried of tears.
For your kisses are the anti-drug to the poison in my body,
so be here and wake me with those kisses of sighs.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 7:45pm
13th Jun 2012 7:45pm
Monster
What would you do?
Just to taste the monster,
and want no more than what you have.
To feel the love within the white powdered lines
and reach a high that you've never experienced.
A simple look into the world,
and a trip back to reality.
A quick blast just for fun,
a sweet line is to be done.
It will be over soon enough,
coming back may be a bit rough.
A quick withdrawal is what it'll be,
sweet and simple just for me.
How bad am I fooling myself?
Reality isn't all that fun,
in fact, we're almost done.
...
Just to taste the monster,
and want no more than what you have.
To feel the love within the white powdered lines
and reach a high that you've never experienced.
A simple look into the world,
and a trip back to reality.
A quick blast just for fun,
a sweet line is to be done.
It will be over soon enough,
coming back may be a bit rough.
A quick withdrawal is what it'll be,
sweet and simple just for me.
How bad am I fooling myself?
Reality isn't all that fun,
in fact, we're almost done.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 5:50pm
13th Jun 2012 5:50pm
Hangman's noose
Take the hangman's noose,
and tie it in a knot,
hang it up, up pretty high,
then say you'd rather rot.
You say life is evil,
you say life is mean,
you say life is cruel,
and then you make a scene.
So go back to your noose,
go back to your pain,
go back to your hate,
then let yourself hang.
You're taking it all away,
all the pain, tears, and hate,
putting it above your head,
while you hang there and sway.
and tie it in a knot,
hang it up, up pretty high,
then say you'd rather rot.
You say life is evil,
you say life is mean,
you say life is cruel,
and then you make a scene.
So go back to your noose,
go back to your pain,
go back to your hate,
then let yourself hang.
You're taking it all away,
all the pain, tears, and hate,
putting it above your head,
while you hang there and sway.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 6:26am
13th Jun 2012 6:26am
No more sleep
Night or day it does not matter when,
I'd rather not fall asleep again.
The night has me captured in dreams so obscene,
I awake breathless and submerge un-clean.
My mind is weeping with sorrow thoughts of my nighttime scare,
my days all through will never be bare.
All the thoughts that have me awake insane,
will stop me from sleeping in the day.
My nights will be long with me kept awake,
afraid to fall asleep and dream the dreams that once woke me breathless and submeged un-clean.
The day all through will want me to sleep,
I will tell my...
I'd rather not fall asleep again.
The night has me captured in dreams so obscene,
I awake breathless and submerge un-clean.
My mind is weeping with sorrow thoughts of my nighttime scare,
my days all through will never be bare.
All the thoughts that have me awake insane,
will stop me from sleeping in the day.
My nights will be long with me kept awake,
afraid to fall asleep and dream the dreams that once woke me breathless and submeged un-clean.
The day all through will want me to sleep,
I will tell my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 6:23am
13th Jun 2012 6:23am
She's Running
Lay her down and remove her pain,
take away all the hate, tears, and vain.
Drain her body of all the sorrow that resides,
hidden so seep down inside.
She is so good at hiding it,
so good at faking it,
so good at putting it all away,
all so she doesn't have to say
that she is running away.
She is running from her problems,
she is running from her fears,
she is running from her tears
that she's been hiding all these years.
Not sure how to cope,
not sure how to deal,
she's not even sure how she feels.
So she's...
take away all the hate, tears, and vain.
Drain her body of all the sorrow that resides,
hidden so seep down inside.
She is so good at hiding it,
so good at faking it,
so good at putting it all away,
all so she doesn't have to say
that she is running away.
She is running from her problems,
she is running from her fears,
she is running from her tears
that she's been hiding all these years.
Not sure how to cope,
not sure how to deal,
she's not even sure how she feels.
So she's...
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