Submissions by crimsin (Unveiling)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my ink comes from the heart and sometimes a dark mind
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2011 4:22am
11th Feb 2011 4:22am
Time
Time is a valuable thing
But come see it through
An insane person's brain.
First minute in the mental institution
"Come Crimsin take your meds"
"It's your only solution".
"No I say"
With much resolve
Then no cig. for you move it along.
"Wait I cry, i'll take your pill"
Anxiety growing
Only a cig. will still.
Checked onto the ward an hour later
Looking to the clock
Not believing I have to stay here.
They bring me to the wall
Introduce me to time ...
But come see it through
An insane person's brain.
First minute in the mental institution
"Come Crimsin take your meds"
"It's your only solution".
"No I say"
With much resolve
Then no cig. for you move it along.
"Wait I cry, i'll take your pill"
Anxiety growing
Only a cig. will still.
Checked onto the ward an hour later
Looking to the clock
Not believing I have to stay here.
They bring me to the wall
Introduce me to time ...
1471 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2011 8:15pm
10th Feb 2011 8:15pm
Loneliness
Loneliness is no foe to me
It's a feeling i'm well aquainted with
Always there inspiring me.
Born into the world alone
Our own way to find
Digging out an existence.
Some of us climbing to the top
Just to find our friend lonely
Waiting there to scoff.
Funny isn't this human condition
So many corridors and doors we go through
Just to run into you know who.
Fickle fate, fickle friend
Loneliness never fails to entertain
Ever...
It's a feeling i'm well aquainted with
Always there inspiring me.
Born into the world alone
Our own way to find
Digging out an existence.
Some of us climbing to the top
Just to find our friend lonely
Waiting there to scoff.
Funny isn't this human condition
So many corridors and doors we go through
Just to run into you know who.
Fickle fate, fickle friend
Loneliness never fails to entertain
Ever...
1065 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2011 7:28pm
10th Feb 2011 7:28pm
Looking In
Looking in
Am I an angel
Or devil kin.
I see beauty and light within me
But hide behind a mask of darkness
This being popular, right?
I see my soul
Truly, i'm made of both
Dark and light.
I've tried but over this disparity
I seem to have no control
This makes me fear for my soul.
Looking in
I see vast unchained imagination
Others use theirs for evil, are my words such devistation?
I feel my guilt
Maybe my guts
Shouldn't be spilled.
...
Am I an angel
Or devil kin.
I see beauty and light within me
But hide behind a mask of darkness
This being popular, right?
I see my soul
Truly, i'm made of both
Dark and light.
I've tried but over this disparity
I seem to have no control
This makes me fear for my soul.
Looking in
I see vast unchained imagination
Others use theirs for evil, are my words such devistation?
I feel my guilt
Maybe my guts
Shouldn't be spilled.
...
1135 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 11:12pm
9th Feb 2011 11:12pm
Anxiety-updated
I have deep anxiety
I shared demented thoughts
That are so very private to me.
I'm dark and light
My soul twisted and uptight
Some thoughts should never see the light.
I am a gentle being
Who hears demonic fantasies
They won'tleave me alone, unless I appease them sexually.
Giving in and entertaining idea's
That will never see the light of day
I'm not the aggressor,
In theseperverted dreams but the victim
What is it in me that...
I shared demented thoughts
That are so very private to me.
I'm dark and light
My soul twisted and uptight
Some thoughts should never see the light.
I am a gentle being
Who hears demonic fantasies
They won'tleave me alone, unless I appease them sexually.
Giving in and entertaining idea's
That will never see the light of day
I'm not the aggressor,
In theseperverted dreams but the victim
What is it in me that...
1086 reads
9 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2011 00:11am
9th Feb 2011 00:11am
The Moon
My muse went to visit the moon today
I couldn't follow her
A dark ray took her far away.
She is addicted to the moon
And his giving light
She loves to run and play, feasting off his energy.
Leaving me sleepless and alone, eight months later
I can still feel the pull of the moon, got me addicted to the spoon
Then left me in this wordless cocoon.
"Come to the moon and visit me"
My muse is calling
"Were having a party".
I must obstain, refrain
Find my words to express my pain ...
I couldn't follow her
A dark ray took her far away.
She is addicted to the moon
And his giving light
She loves to run and play, feasting off his energy.
Leaving me sleepless and alone, eight months later
I can still feel the pull of the moon, got me addicted to the spoon
Then left me in this wordless cocoon.
"Come to the moon and visit me"
My muse is calling
"Were having a party".
I must obstain, refrain
Find my words to express my pain ...
1463 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2011 8:14pm
8th Feb 2011 8:14pm
In The End
Anxiety building today
My soul bound and chained
I had a nightmare about Ted Bundy last night.
He was quite scary in person
I tried to flee him but in mynightmare my soul couldn't shake him
Maybe it's a warning to me not to encouragemy twisted fantasies
Because in the end reality isn't a dream.
It's a nightmare from which you can not awake
It's a dark place where demonic forces torture
Take your will to survive, with no where to hide.
I don't want to meet eternal death ...
My soul bound and chained
I had a nightmare about Ted Bundy last night.
He was quite scary in person
I tried to flee him but in mynightmare my soul couldn't shake him
Maybe it's a warning to me not to encouragemy twisted fantasies
Because in the end reality isn't a dream.
It's a nightmare from which you can not awake
It's a dark place where demonic forces torture
Take your will to survive, with no where to hide.
I don't want to meet eternal death ...
1048 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2011 7:08pm
7th Feb 2011 7:08pm
The Keys
The keys to my heart
Thrown in the abyss
Left discarded.
Pain picked them up
Entered my soul
Fed me torture, despair.
I turned from the light
On this day
I wouldn't be played the fool again.
I would don a mask of hate
For my soul to be toyed with so cruelly
Evil must be my true mate.
It never discarded my heart, my soul
Never starved me
Fedme thepain, that kept me going.
Never asked me to be anything but...
Thrown in the abyss
Left discarded.
Pain picked them up
Entered my soul
Fed me torture, despair.
I turned from the light
On this day
I wouldn't be played the fool again.
I would don a mask of hate
For my soul to be toyed with so cruelly
Evil must be my true mate.
It never discarded my heart, my soul
Never starved me
Fedme thepain, that kept me going.
Never asked me to be anything but...
992 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Feb 2011 7:41pm
6th Feb 2011 7:41pm
Lucid Nightmare
The dream begins easlily enough
Sun shining, people laughing
Familiar places.
Then your perception begins to skew
Shaping it's self according to your mood
The lucid nightmare has you.
Faces begin to elongate
Teeth become sharp
Eyes shiny and dark.
They chase me down alleys
Through city streests i've never seen
Thedemons sometimes appear as loved ones.
Though you know it's not them by their bark
You realize this is only a dream
You turn and see you have wings.
The demons barking...
Sun shining, people laughing
Familiar places.
Then your perception begins to skew
Shaping it's self according to your mood
The lucid nightmare has you.
Faces begin to elongate
Teeth become sharp
Eyes shiny and dark.
They chase me down alleys
Through city streests i've never seen
Thedemons sometimes appear as loved ones.
Though you know it's not them by their bark
You realize this is only a dream
You turn and see you have wings.
The demons barking...
1424 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2011 6:20pm
6th Feb 2011 6:20pm
Hell
I'm afraid i'm going to hell
Demons talk to me
Are with me always.
I don't like torture and despair
But they come at me with fantasies
I can't control it isn't fair.
Turn me on with ideas that
Would turn my stomach
In real life.
I've prayed and prayed
But they won't go away
I know they can't wait to get there hands on me.
The fantasies they inspire
I know what they plan for me
I try so hard.
Though there seems to be evil in me
I used to think I was light
Until...
Demons talk to me
Are with me always.
I don't like torture and despair
But they come at me with fantasies
I can't control it isn't fair.
Turn me on with ideas that
Would turn my stomach
In real life.
I've prayed and prayed
But they won't go away
I know they can't wait to get there hands on me.
The fantasies they inspire
I know what they plan for me
I try so hard.
Though there seems to be evil in me
I used to think I was light
Until...
1191 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2011 7:08am
6th Feb 2011 7:08am
A Writer Writes
A writer writes always
They say but does it reflect the soul?
I wish I could ask Edgar Allan Poe
He wrote of darkness and despair.
Is that to say his soul wasn't fair?
I say nay, He was a beautiful poet reciting the knock, knock, knocking of evil at his door.
What of writers today?
Stephen King writes about evil's sting
Does that make him a monster?
Or someone who is listening
Channeling imagination.
All is not light in this world
We have the sun and moon
To inspire and delight.
No soul...
They say but does it reflect the soul?
I wish I could ask Edgar Allan Poe
He wrote of darkness and despair.
Is that to say his soul wasn't fair?
I say nay, He was a beautiful poet reciting the knock, knock, knocking of evil at his door.
What of writers today?
Stephen King writes about evil's sting
Does that make him a monster?
Or someone who is listening
Channeling imagination.
All is not light in this world
We have the sun and moon
To inspire and delight.
No soul...
#LifeAsAWriter
1170 reads
8 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
6th Feb 2011 4:38am
6th Feb 2011 4:38am
Goth Girl
Her long black hair
A dark veil over her pale white skin.
Her painted black lips
A warning, an invitation to taste what's within.
Her silver piercings on her lips
So inticing, come close she's in the mood for biting.
Spiked heels and black fishnet stalkings
She turns heads but she keeps walking.
The moon shimmering on her
She's in her glory, a dark queen,
A goddess she is
She keeps walking.
Seeking her dark lord
Soon in his embrace she will be.
His caresses so sweet, his kisses so deep
Could only...
A dark veil over her pale white skin.
Her painted black lips
A warning, an invitation to taste what's within.
Her silver piercings on her lips
So inticing, come close she's in the mood for biting.
Spiked heels and black fishnet stalkings
She turns heads but she keeps walking.
The moon shimmering on her
She's in her glory, a dark queen,
A goddess she is
She keeps walking.
Seeking her dark lord
Soon in his embrace she will be.
His caresses so sweet, his kisses so deep
Could only...
3380 reads
33 Comments
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