Submissions by darkstar69 (darkstar)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is bret, i started writing when i was 13 yrs old. My influance comes from classic rock and gothic poetry
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2014 10:03am
21st Feb 2014 10:03am
my own worst enemy
It's over now that you left me. Seasons are changing, my cue to turn a new leaf. Trying to move on but finding it hard to sleep. When i close my eyes you're there in my dreams. You won't leave me alone, thats why you're my own worst enemy.
You stabbed me in the back just to watch me bleed. A shadow of myself, it's hard to stand on my own to feet. Trying to get loose, but can't break free. Held hostage by the stillness of your memory. Never alone, because misery is the company i keep. Thanks to you, my own worst enemy.
Thought getting over you would be an easy thing. It's...
You stabbed me in the back just to watch me bleed. A shadow of myself, it's hard to stand on my own to feet. Trying to get loose, but can't break free. Held hostage by the stillness of your memory. Never alone, because misery is the company i keep. Thanks to you, my own worst enemy.
Thought getting over you would be an easy thing. It's...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 00:59am
20th Feb 2014 00:59am
kissed by the thorns
Reached for a rose, got kissed by the thorns. Tried to give you my love, but you couldn't give me yours. You took my heart and so much more, left me with feelings that couldn't be ignored. So i cast the first stone to settle the score. Now i'm left alone , just another casualty of war.
Believing in love, living a lie. Hearts grow cold and and roses die. Expecting a miracle, water turned to wine. But living in peril because of loves design.
Reached for a rose, got kissed by the thorns. Mess with the bull get the horns. Cast the first stone fell on the sword. Reached for a...
Believing in love, living a lie. Hearts grow cold and and roses die. Expecting a miracle, water turned to wine. But living in peril because of loves design.
Reached for a rose, got kissed by the thorns. Mess with the bull get the horns. Cast the first stone fell on the sword. Reached for a...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 9:39am
17th Feb 2014 9:39am
apple in decay
Can't stop the bleeding, no chance of healing, wasting away. Can't fight this feeling, not a good enough reason, don't want to stay. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
Can't sleep, too sick to eat. Aflicted, feeling weak.
Guess it's safe to say, an apple in decay. If the fruit rust on the vine, don't pray for rain. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
It's the burden, everything's so uncertain, always the same. Been hurtin , time to drawl the curtain, on this disgrace. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
Can't sleep, too sick to eat. Aflicted, feeling weak.
Guess it's safe to say, an apple in decay. If the fruit rust on the vine, don't pray for rain. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
It's the burden, everything's so uncertain, always the same. Been hurtin , time to drawl the curtain, on this disgrace. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 8:36am
17th Feb 2014 8:36am
cloaked in sin
Golden flowers, black seeds. In your darkest hour, your master makes you bleed. Chasing dragons always upstream. Antiquated, dopefiend daydream. Always sedated, nothings ever as it seems.
Shadow of death crawlling under my skin. Hungers for the flesh, cloaked in sin. Lay my bones to rest, willI be foresaken? The road to hell is paved on the end of a pin.
Looking for a mountain top, walking through a valley. Heaven above, the devil beside me. A crooked mile long and winding. On the road to redemption the wind is crying.
Shadow of death crawlling under my skin. Hungers for the flesh, cloaked in sin. Lay my bones to rest, willI be foresaken? The road to hell is paved on the end of a pin.
Looking for a mountain top, walking through a valley. Heaven above, the devil beside me. A crooked mile long and winding. On the road to redemption the wind is crying.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2014 10:52pm
15th Feb 2014 10:52pm
axe to grind
Lost in the wilderness trying to find the forest through the trees. I feel something close behind, wacthing, judging my deeds. When i turned to look the only thing i saw was my shadow mocking me.
So with paranoia and anxiaty applied, my minds eye revealed a plot to conquer and divide. But with every step the forest becomes more undefined, and i'm being weighed down by this thorn in my pride. It causes pain that invites memories of my skeletons to come alive.
Lost in the forest the straight and narrow path is hard to find. So i'm using all my defenses to keep my spirit...
So with paranoia and anxiaty applied, my minds eye revealed a plot to conquer and divide. But with every step the forest becomes more undefined, and i'm being weighed down by this thorn in my pride. It causes pain that invites memories of my skeletons to come alive.
Lost in the forest the straight and narrow path is hard to find. So i'm using all my defenses to keep my spirit...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2014 9:30am
15th Feb 2014 9:30am
killing the memories of you
Can't get a grip, give me another vice to use. Maybe this one will do the trick, a servant to my abuse. Getting pleasure from the pain, destroying myself killing the memories of you.
My method of defense green, white, blue. If that dosn't work a candle and a spoon. The tools of the trade when im paying my dues, destroying myself killing the memories of you.
Fighting through another day, witch weapons do i chose? Can't do it alone gotta get these memories in a noose. Giving in to addiction cause i've got nothing else to lose, surrendering to my affliction, destroying myself...
My method of defense green, white, blue. If that dosn't work a candle and a spoon. The tools of the trade when im paying my dues, destroying myself killing the memories of you.
Fighting through another day, witch weapons do i chose? Can't do it alone gotta get these memories in a noose. Giving in to addiction cause i've got nothing else to lose, surrendering to my affliction, destroying myself...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 7:57am
14th Feb 2014 7:57am
valley of thrones
You've been kicked around and mistreated. Down and out always feeling defeated. Just a peasant in a world of kings, begging for crumbs with the callus hands of suffering.
You're to frail to earn your keep, at night the cold hard ground is where you sleep. Skin and bones hunger only feeds the weak. In the valley of thrones, despair is the harvest you reap.
Barely surviving living hand to mouth. Bread and water only nurture the shadow of doubt. With a silent scream you falter to the ground, shaking your fist at the sky because you're too weak to make a sound.
Just a...
You're to frail to earn your keep, at night the cold hard ground is where you sleep. Skin and bones hunger only feeds the weak. In the valley of thrones, despair is the harvest you reap.
Barely surviving living hand to mouth. Bread and water only nurture the shadow of doubt. With a silent scream you falter to the ground, shaking your fist at the sky because you're too weak to make a sound.
Just a...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 11:13pm
11th Feb 2014 11:13pm
temple possession
You're not yourself, it's like you're not.alone. You feel the presence of your inner demons, and they're feeding on your soul.
You tried to seek shelter from the storm. The wind is blowing cold, and the wolves are gathered at your door. They bite the hand that feeds them and keep coming back for more.
So you took the high road, tried to make it your home. Thought if they couldn't find you there they would just leave you alone.
When that didn't work you had nothing else to lose, so you paid the piper to play a song for you. A special toon that only he could concive,...
You tried to seek shelter from the storm. The wind is blowing cold, and the wolves are gathered at your door. They bite the hand that feeds them and keep coming back for more.
So you took the high road, tried to make it your home. Thought if they couldn't find you there they would just leave you alone.
When that didn't work you had nothing else to lose, so you paid the piper to play a song for you. A special toon that only he could concive,...
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