Submissions by death12365 (Kayla Moreau)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about anything basically on my mind. Mostly stuff about death, pain and suicide.
DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2011 00:41am
10th May 2011 00:41am
My Soul
Ripping
Tearing
My soul dripping
from my wrists.
You put it
in your drawer,
put away for now.
Until our next encounter,
when you can force my soul back into me,
just to watch it drip from my wrists again.
Tearing
My soul dripping
from my wrists.
You put it
in your drawer,
put away for now.
Until our next encounter,
when you can force my soul back into me,
just to watch it drip from my wrists again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2011 2:49pm
5th May 2011 2:49pm
Sometimes in my Dreams
Sometimes in my dreams
I see my boyfriend Jeremy.
He’s walking down the stairs,
a beautiful white light glistening off his skin.
He looks in my ocean blue eyes
with a hungry, longing look.
He takes my face in his warm hands
and whispers
“I love you.”
I see my boyfriend Jeremy.
He’s walking down the stairs,
a beautiful white light glistening off his skin.
He looks in my ocean blue eyes
with a hungry, longing look.
He takes my face in his warm hands
and whispers
“I love you.”
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DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2011 2:38pm
5th May 2011 2:38pm
Help Me
Heavy breathing
Blood flowing
Death approaching
Reaching for Deaths embrace
Running from the Light
Deaths embrace is your embrace
You've been waiting
for me
Help me
Help me
The Light is gaining on me
Help me
Help me
Take my hand please
Don't let go
Hold me tight
Away from the light
I feel pain
NO...
There bringing me back without you
Your face is so near
My only fear is losing you again
I blink I'm looking at the ceiling of my bathroom
People poking, proding.
My wrists are...
Blood flowing
Death approaching
Reaching for Deaths embrace
Running from the Light
Deaths embrace is your embrace
You've been waiting
for me
Help me
Help me
The Light is gaining on me
Help me
Help me
Take my hand please
Don't let go
Hold me tight
Away from the light
I feel pain
NO...
There bringing me back without you
Your face is so near
My only fear is losing you again
I blink I'm looking at the ceiling of my bathroom
People poking, proding.
My wrists are...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2011 11:49pm
4th May 2011 11:49pm
Make me
Devour my heart in your grasp
Take my breath with your mouth
Leave the bruises
Take the blood
Make me scream
Make me smile
Make me beg on my knees
Make me cry
Squeeze me, keep me safe
Bite me, taste my skin
Touch me, make me yours
Kiss me, make me live
Don't leave me Jeremy,
Ever.
Love me,
Always.
Take my breath with your mouth
Leave the bruises
Take the blood
Make me scream
Make me smile
Make me beg on my knees
Make me cry
Squeeze me, keep me safe
Bite me, taste my skin
Touch me, make me yours
Kiss me, make me live
Don't leave me Jeremy,
Ever.
Love me,
Always.
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2011 2:08pm
2nd May 2011 2:08pm
Pain
Pain.
Standing
in the middle
of a
cold,
dark room.
I hear your footsteps,
coming towards me.
Can’t see,
shrouded in a blanket
of darkness.
I can feel you,
hands grabbing
to tightly,
feeling,
biting,
pinching,
squeezing
the air from my lungs.
I smell the sweat,
glistening off my skin.
And taste the rusty flavor of
blood.
I hear screaming
Where is it coming from?
I listen to the screaming
And realize.
It’s me.
Standing
in the middle
of a
cold,
dark room.
I hear your footsteps,
coming towards me.
Can’t see,
shrouded in a blanket
of darkness.
I can feel you,
hands grabbing
to tightly,
feeling,
biting,
pinching,
squeezing
the air from my lungs.
I smell the sweat,
glistening off my skin.
And taste the rusty flavor of
blood.
I hear screaming
Where is it coming from?
I listen to the screaming
And realize.
It’s me.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2011 9:26pm
1st May 2011 9:26pm
Who am I?
Do you know me?
You think you can tell who I am
from the bloody cuts on my arm
or
the bruises on my neck.
You think you can tell who I am
from the pill bottle in my bag
or
the razor in my wallet.
You think you can tell who I am
from the stains on the sheets
or
the holes in the wall.
You think you can tell who I am.
Who am I?
A liar,
a victim,
a slut,
a whore,
a straight,
a gay,
a cutter,
a loner,
a loser,
a killer,
a monster,
a lover,
a...
You think you can tell who I am
from the bloody cuts on my arm
or
the bruises on my neck.
You think you can tell who I am
from the pill bottle in my bag
or
the razor in my wallet.
You think you can tell who I am
from the stains on the sheets
or
the holes in the wall.
You think you can tell who I am.
Who am I?
A liar,
a victim,
a slut,
a whore,
a straight,
a gay,
a cutter,
a loner,
a loser,
a killer,
a monster,
a lover,
a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2011 8:19pm
1st May 2011 8:19pm
Anymore
I cut deeper and deeper everday,
but it doesn't hurt anymore.
I tell you to fuck me harder,
but I don't feel you anymore.
I swallow more and more pills,
but they don't clear my head anymore.
Nothing helps anymore.
Not the razors.
Not you Jeremy.
Not the pills.
No matter how many times you tell me you love me,
it's not gonna keep me here.
So I took your gun,
kissed your sleeping lips
and pulled the trigger
ending this shitty thing called life.
but it doesn't hurt anymore.
I tell you to fuck me harder,
but I don't feel you anymore.
I swallow more and more pills,
but they don't clear my head anymore.
Nothing helps anymore.
Not the razors.
Not you Jeremy.
Not the pills.
No matter how many times you tell me you love me,
it's not gonna keep me here.
So I took your gun,
kissed your sleeping lips
and pulled the trigger
ending this shitty thing called life.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2011 5:07am
1st May 2011 5:07am
A Moment To Late
You walked into the bathroom
a moment to late.
I was already
in the tub.
I already
sliced my wrist.
I already lost to much blood.
You couldn't save me.
So instead
you pulled me out
and held me in your arms.
You ran your fingers through my hair
and planted kisses on my face
as I was slowly dying in your arms.
"I love you Kayla" you whispered against my neck.
I reached up to touch your face,
your tears leaving their wetness on my fingers.
I feel my eyes sting
with the tears that started to spill onto my...
a moment to late.
I was already
in the tub.
I already
sliced my wrist.
I already lost to much blood.
You couldn't save me.
So instead
you pulled me out
and held me in your arms.
You ran your fingers through my hair
and planted kisses on my face
as I was slowly dying in your arms.
"I love you Kayla" you whispered against my neck.
I reached up to touch your face,
your tears leaving their wetness on my fingers.
I feel my eyes sting
with the tears that started to spill onto my...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2011 00:39am
1st May 2011 00:39am
You Can't Help
You can't help me.
You can only stand by
as I slice my wrists.
No amount
of kissing
or touching
or fucking
can help me.
How can you love
someone so screwed up?
How do you think you can understand
what goes through my head?
I love you
Jeremy,
but if you love me
you won't
keep me here
suffering.
You can only stand by
as I slice my wrists.
No amount
of kissing
or touching
or fucking
can help me.
How can you love
someone so screwed up?
How do you think you can understand
what goes through my head?
I love you
Jeremy,
but if you love me
you won't
keep me here
suffering.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2011 8:24pm
30th Apr 2011 8:24pm
My Nightmare
I watched you slice your wrists.
I watched you bleed,
every drop brought you closer to your death.
Why couldn't I stop you?
We had just made love the night before
and already the bruises
I begged you to leave on my body
as a sign of love
were disappering.
Your smell is getting
fainter and fainter
as I stick my face in your pillow,
your clothes.
It's so hard to turn over in bed
and find it occupied with empty space.
I can't fall asleep
without your slow breathing
and your warm hands encircling my body.
I sit in the tub...
I watched you bleed,
every drop brought you closer to your death.
Why couldn't I stop you?
We had just made love the night before
and already the bruises
I begged you to leave on my body
as a sign of love
were disappering.
Your smell is getting
fainter and fainter
as I stick my face in your pillow,
your clothes.
It's so hard to turn over in bed
and find it occupied with empty space.
I can't fall asleep
without your slow breathing
and your warm hands encircling my body.
I sit in the tub...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Apr 2011 4:25pm
30th Apr 2011 4:25pm
Revenge
I never thought
I'd see you cry,
but as I watch the tears
spill over onto to you cheeks,
I laugh.
"Why, why?" you keep asking.
I bend down
so I can see your eyes.
You look away from me,
I scream
"Look at me!"
I smack you.
Finally, you meet my gaze.
"I hate you," I say
"I hate everything about you."
I turn around
looking for something sharp.
The boxcutter catches my eye.
The shiny razor
so new,
so sharp.
I slice my wrist,
painting your face
with my blood....
I'd see you cry,
but as I watch the tears
spill over onto to you cheeks,
I laugh.
"Why, why?" you keep asking.
I bend down
so I can see your eyes.
You look away from me,
I scream
"Look at me!"
I smack you.
Finally, you meet my gaze.
"I hate you," I say
"I hate everything about you."
I turn around
looking for something sharp.
The boxcutter catches my eye.
The shiny razor
so new,
so sharp.
I slice my wrist,
painting your face
with my blood....
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Apr 2011 2:50pm
29th Apr 2011 2:50pm
Life and Death
Life
the infectious disease
Death
the only cure
Life
is the curse
Death
is the savior
Life
is dark
Death
is light
Life
a continuous nightmare
Death
an eternal dream
Life
full of suffering
Death
full of peace
People weep
over your death,
but they don’t realize
the gift you’ve been granted.
These are the reasons why
people choose
death,
because life is
cruel,death
is theonly
answer.
the infectious disease
Death
the only cure
Life
is the curse
Death
is the savior
Life
is dark
Death
is light
Life
a continuous nightmare
Death
an eternal dream
Life
full of suffering
Death
full of peace
People weep
over your death,
but they don’t realize
the gift you’ve been granted.
These are the reasons why
people choose
death,
because life is
cruel,death
is theonly
answer.
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