Submissions by darken_hearts (venom love)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
27th Sep 2014 12:36pm
27th Sep 2014 12:36pm
unofficial
(I'll come back and make edits i typed this up on my phone)
A quiet steady thump echos through a once vibrant tomb.
The vitual organ i call a heart steadily declines in health.
And the disease that ravages its forces?
Well it was always you.
You forcibly found the cracks in my facade.
You breathed the intoxicating scent of the perfect illusion into my lungs.
My blood soaking up its pollution.
The scars from the stitches you've sown revive each day reminding me you've healed a wound that was never there.
You saved my life though i was never...
A quiet steady thump echos through a once vibrant tomb.
The vitual organ i call a heart steadily declines in health.
And the disease that ravages its forces?
Well it was always you.
You forcibly found the cracks in my facade.
You breathed the intoxicating scent of the perfect illusion into my lungs.
My blood soaking up its pollution.
The scars from the stitches you've sown revive each day reminding me you've healed a wound that was never there.
You saved my life though i was never...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 1:31am
11th Aug 2014 1:31am
blind force
Authors note: this is a mix of three different perspectives something had happened during and i was in the middle of thinking about a story i'm writing. so if it feels weird i don't i guess this a reason.
Love is truly a blind force dictated by the choices we make in the dark. The out come is determined not by the eyes, but by the foolish heart. You are my choice in the dark simply because you became my darkness and gave me no other choice. I let you lead my soul to this place never paying any mind i was slowly forgetting who i was. You stole my heart in the darkness,...
Love is truly a blind force dictated by the choices we make in the dark. The out come is determined not by the eyes, but by the foolish heart. You are my choice in the dark simply because you became my darkness and gave me no other choice. I let you lead my soul to this place never paying any mind i was slowly forgetting who i was. You stole my heart in the darkness,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2014 5:36pm
24th Jun 2014 5:36pm
untitled
Hollowed is the tomb of hearts, of my chest.
A cemetery creeps its silent death infiltrating my bones.
My frame begs for a release for the ache to cease.
Why stop it?
The human body is designed to fail, designed to collapse on falsed promised life,death given truth.
So who am I?
Who am i to hoax a truth?
I am the hoax it's self if only for you.
Shattered is the tomb of hearts, of my chest.
A garden flourishes its bold life into my veins.
Its euphoric life penetrates my bones.
My frame solicits to consume the ache.
Why stop it?
The human...
A cemetery creeps its silent death infiltrating my bones.
My frame begs for a release for the ache to cease.
Why stop it?
The human body is designed to fail, designed to collapse on falsed promised life,death given truth.
So who am I?
Who am i to hoax a truth?
I am the hoax it's self if only for you.
Shattered is the tomb of hearts, of my chest.
A garden flourishes its bold life into my veins.
Its euphoric life penetrates my bones.
My frame solicits to consume the ache.
Why stop it?
The human...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2014 8:32pm
29th May 2014 8:32pm
young girl
Young girl sitting’ in class invisible to the world.
Thoughts lost behind hair curled.
Living’ day to day life Chest hurting’ though she keeps it right.
The bomb ticking’ it’s only a matter of time only a matter of time before her mind flat lines.
Young girl in the corner quarter past nine book in hand, the butt of every punch line.
Feelings held in a cracked bottle, Instability on full throttle.
You would have never guessed the joke sparked the bomb in her chest, there’s no holding back now.
Young girl sitting’ in the corner dam broken hand on chest, the...
Thoughts lost behind hair curled.
Living’ day to day life Chest hurting’ though she keeps it right.
The bomb ticking’ it’s only a matter of time only a matter of time before her mind flat lines.
Young girl in the corner quarter past nine book in hand, the butt of every punch line.
Feelings held in a cracked bottle, Instability on full throttle.
You would have never guessed the joke sparked the bomb in her chest, there’s no holding back now.
Young girl sitting’ in the corner dam broken hand on chest, the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2014 1:19am
10th Feb 2014 1:19am
beauty
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
What happens when the vision is corrupted or swayed?
Does your or their opinion of beauty really matter than?
Is it beauty really beauty than?
What happens when the vision is corrupted or swayed?
Does your or their opinion of beauty really matter than?
Is it beauty really beauty than?
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jul 2013 4:18am
26th Jul 2013 4:18am
aboard
(I wrote these for my boyfriend during the week I was away sailing on tall ships)
Poem 1.
Watching the light of another day disappear and fade. Makes it diffcult to deal with the distance . The disapperance of the life giving light remonds me of the time that has not been spent in your presence. I yern for your touch. I crave the silken waves of your worried voice. I need to know that truly in your heart you do care for me. I want you to chase away my insecurities and fears. I am terrified of losing you . I just hope the feeling is embeded within you too.
Poem 2.
The...
Poem 1.
Watching the light of another day disappear and fade. Makes it diffcult to deal with the distance . The disapperance of the life giving light remonds me of the time that has not been spent in your presence. I yern for your touch. I crave the silken waves of your worried voice. I need to know that truly in your heart you do care for me. I want you to chase away my insecurities and fears. I am terrified of losing you . I just hope the feeling is embeded within you too.
Poem 2.
The...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 3:56am
8th Jun 2013 3:56am
My temple
The scars littering my darken skin shows me reminds me that in the end i have won.
I have won the gift of life, the gift of breath that fills my chest with the warmth of another day.
My memories are the history coded as images along my temple walls they show of the storms since pasted and those who threaten my horizon.
My temple walls are not made of the purest gold, they do not hold diamonds, they are dull almost colorless as to keep me within the sane mentality of societies "golden girl".
This temple is f**king perfect, perfectly sound, perfectly me.
I have won the gift of life, the gift of breath that fills my chest with the warmth of another day.
My memories are the history coded as images along my temple walls they show of the storms since pasted and those who threaten my horizon.
My temple walls are not made of the purest gold, they do not hold diamonds, they are dull almost colorless as to keep me within the sane mentality of societies "golden girl".
This temple is f**king perfect, perfectly sound, perfectly me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 3:38am
8th Jun 2013 3:38am
untitled
(I haven't been on here in forever.....)
One eye open, one eye closed.
My mind and heart will make you over dose
your addiction to my twisted love cannot broken
My icy spell will keep you focused though it is neither heard nor spoken.
I'll make it feel right when its o so wrong tonight.
Gasping for air, a sick craving for my elusive touch
anything human is lost in an unforgiving lust.
I cant help ,but cast my spell
half the time I really cant tell, but i'll leave you with a false hope.
That someday you can come off your deadly gorgeous dope.
One eye open, one eye closed.
My mind and heart will make you over dose
your addiction to my twisted love cannot broken
My icy spell will keep you focused though it is neither heard nor spoken.
I'll make it feel right when its o so wrong tonight.
Gasping for air, a sick craving for my elusive touch
anything human is lost in an unforgiving lust.
I cant help ,but cast my spell
half the time I really cant tell, but i'll leave you with a false hope.
That someday you can come off your deadly gorgeous dope.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Mar 2013 9:18pm
13th Mar 2013 9:18pm
Untitled
The smell of rusted metal and sweat leaking from the pours of the simpletons around me actual reliefs me.
It distracts my mind and releases the choke hold on my last sane thoughts that reside in a number of very few.
This relief only last so long until the clouds of my memories flood my mind once more.
The pieces of my hearts invade the veins cutting and stabbing reminding me there is no love.
Love exists to those just as well as an spiritual being does with in the fabric of our imagination.
It distracts my mind and releases the choke hold on my last sane thoughts that reside in a number of very few.
This relief only last so long until the clouds of my memories flood my mind once more.
The pieces of my hearts invade the veins cutting and stabbing reminding me there is no love.
Love exists to those just as well as an spiritual being does with in the fabric of our imagination.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 1:45pm
6th Mar 2013 1:45pm
does any one notice?
Does any one notice the blood stain on my sheets?
Does any one notice the ego mask I throw up to throw you off?
I feel numb physically and mentally.
Hold a flame to the ice sheet skin of my body and i can feel no pain.
Cut me with a knife the result is the same.
I know am not dead , but i feel close.
The icy breath on my neck.
Cracked yellowed bone hands placed on my waist
A meatless, heartless chest on my back
He waits for me ,but does any one notice?
Does any one care?
That there's a corpse on my heart ,death on my brain.
Does any one notice the ego mask I throw up to throw you off?
I feel numb physically and mentally.
Hold a flame to the ice sheet skin of my body and i can feel no pain.
Cut me with a knife the result is the same.
I know am not dead , but i feel close.
The icy breath on my neck.
Cracked yellowed bone hands placed on my waist
A meatless, heartless chest on my back
He waits for me ,but does any one notice?
Does any one care?
That there's a corpse on my heart ,death on my brain.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 5:01am
11th Jan 2013 5:01am
Twisted wonderland -revised version of winter wonderland-
Blood dripping ,don't listen
To the scream of the innocent
A beautiful sight that happens in fright
Walking in my twisted wonderland
As we slash all their tires
Their trapped and burned by our fire
A beautiful sight as skin is fried
Walking in my twisted wonderland
Maybe we can skin all the humans
While paying alittle visit into town
And maybe buy alittle bit acid
To clean the mess and to melt them down
As we start all the fires
Our twisted...
To the scream of the innocent
A beautiful sight that happens in fright
Walking in my twisted wonderland
As we slash all their tires
Their trapped and burned by our fire
A beautiful sight as skin is fried
Walking in my twisted wonderland
Maybe we can skin all the humans
While paying alittle visit into town
And maybe buy alittle bit acid
To clean the mess and to melt them down
As we start all the fires
Our twisted...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 11:04pm
8th Dec 2012 11:04pm
My rain
my rain is not one that is to be taken lightly
It chains the beast within my pale beauty
Echoed through the valleys of my mind
And written on the scars of my battles
My rain is one of acid and ash
Melting and burning my skin every where it falls
Ironically this rain is un seen and unheard
Unless you follow me through wicked paths
Unless you can brave the disfuncational mind that finds pleasure in being raped ,beaten , controled and tamed
My rain my chains for the beast
My acid for my flesh
My tears that run the paths of my face
It chains the beast within my pale beauty
Echoed through the valleys of my mind
And written on the scars of my battles
My rain is one of acid and ash
Melting and burning my skin every where it falls
Ironically this rain is un seen and unheard
Unless you follow me through wicked paths
Unless you can brave the disfuncational mind that finds pleasure in being raped ,beaten , controled and tamed
My rain my chains for the beast
My acid for my flesh
My tears that run the paths of my face
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