Submissions by emptyness
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
love kind and caring and a little nuts
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 10:07pm
18th Aug 2011 10:07pm
colors
Black and blue is the color my skin; the red comes with the blood from me at every days end. If tomorrow never comes, that would be fine with me; for I am sick of the pain, of theses bruises that’s turn to yellow. This is the gruesome situation I’m in; I’ve grow tried of all the beating, and the wounds to my heart. As my hair turn to gray, I have to lived with these batters everyday; for your compassion has left your hands. I’m so afraid of you now; I’m feel like I am not good enough to live. As the memories’ of our love turn my heart into broken glass; shattered to pieces for I’m in...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2011 1:51am
18th Aug 2011 1:51am
children hunger
Within this world and dies each day;They try to stay strong an survive; As they face another day, but still the kids of starvation cry; and only a handful of people care, if they die. So turn around an,see the hunger in the babies eyes let's not watch them die. From their hunger let's give them a chance to see life in a different light; if only we would put more into their lives, like we do the war's of this world; then We would see that we’re the only chance,for the children of hunger. So let's feed their hunger in their lives; so they don't cry during the night.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2011 7:46pm
17th Aug 2011 7:46pm
You walk on by
As I lay on the ground hungry and cold; You think I am a waste of time. I maybe homeless and begging for food; But if you were in my shoes, would you want me to walk on by; seeing you as a worthless waste on time. Have no compassion for you at all; I fought for your freedom, would you fight for mine; in my darken hell. You walk on by as if I’m a waste of your time. What if I thought you were a waste of time, an walked on by and left your freedom behind; maybe you think of me sometime, when your freedom is gone, an there is no-one there to fight for it. At times...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 3:55am
15th Aug 2011 3:55am
Smoke the Rock
Smoke The Rock
Smoke the rock, put it in the can and light it up.
Inhale the smoke, and feel your lung's bust as you choke on the smoke; It puts you in a haze, the rock has your mind in a maze; of thoughts that are blurred and crazed. The rock has you amazed, with the buzz. what a rush but there is another rock to smoke so they pass the can you light up, and you inhale it once again what a rush; and you hit your knees.
And pray that the rush never ends because your addicted at the...
Smoke the rock, put it in the can and light it up.
Inhale the smoke, and feel your lung's bust as you choke on the smoke; It puts you in a haze, the rock has your mind in a maze; of thoughts that are blurred and crazed. The rock has you amazed, with the buzz. what a rush but there is another rock to smoke so they pass the can you light up, and you inhale it once again what a rush; and you hit your knees.
And pray that the rush never ends because your addicted at the...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2011 7:44pm
14th Aug 2011 7:44pm
Blood on the Carpet
Blood on the carpet
I wonder if anyone care, that I already dead inside an have been for years; struggling with the thoughts of losing the only life I will ever had. Now that I’m seeing the blood pouring out of my veins; from the cuts I have made, to the carpet I fall; no need to call for help it to late; there is blood on the carpet an I don’t care. I can feel my hate of myself leaving my pulsing heart; the profound thing is I starting to feel better, oh God what have I done. I’m sorry suicide is my end; my blood on the carpet will always remain, an remind the family of my...
I wonder if anyone care, that I already dead inside an have been for years; struggling with the thoughts of losing the only life I will ever had. Now that I’m seeing the blood pouring out of my veins; from the cuts I have made, to the carpet I fall; no need to call for help it to late; there is blood on the carpet an I don’t care. I can feel my hate of myself leaving my pulsing heart; the profound thing is I starting to feel better, oh God what have I done. I’m sorry suicide is my end; my blood on the carpet will always remain, an remind the family of my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 3:28am
12th Aug 2011 3:28am
Free me
Free Me
from with in this pain of mine; the wounds are so deep in this heart of mine; there no way to tell just how it is going to effect me in time, as I slowly bleed from the cuts inside. My soul burns alive; from the red hot knife, you have placed so deeply inside. I thought our love would last forever; but you left me lusting, after you from with in this heart of mine. I tried to hold you close, and love you from with in this heart of mine ; but you just turn the knife deeper into this soul of mine. I will always look back and regret loving you; because you continually turn that...
from with in this pain of mine; the wounds are so deep in this heart of mine; there no way to tell just how it is going to effect me in time, as I slowly bleed from the cuts inside. My soul burns alive; from the red hot knife, you have placed so deeply inside. I thought our love would last forever; but you left me lusting, after you from with in this heart of mine. I tried to hold you close, and love you from with in this heart of mine ; but you just turn the knife deeper into this soul of mine. I will always look back and regret loving you; because you continually turn that...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 2:44am
12th Aug 2011 2:44am
Heaviest
Heaviest thing I have ever tried to carry; is this load I carry with-in this heart, it so full of despair of thing that I can’t chance, an as profound as this is; I really can’t relieve this weight;for it is strapped down deep with-in me. These massive feelings of hopelessness over-whelms me, with guilt an forgiveness for myself seems imposable; with these emotions overpowering me; my heart is in a stalemate. I don’t know what to do or say; should I try to cry or should I just stay the same on this edge of insanity with the burdens I carry?
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