Submissions by hatterwithhorns (Julian)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The best of us find happiness in misery
sick games
Your twisted mind,
And your corrupted mind,
A more volitile combonation,
You could not find.
You keep breaking hearts,
You do it for fun,
Hunting down your victims,
And daring them to run.
Its a sick game you play,
Completely heartless it is,
Please just leave,
My heart cant take this.
And your corrupted mind,
A more volitile combonation,
You could not find.
You keep breaking hearts,
You do it for fun,
Hunting down your victims,
And daring them to run.
Its a sick game you play,
Completely heartless it is,
Please just leave,
My heart cant take this.
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A Tale of Two Bitches
Life is a bitch,
Then you die,
Most say thats true,
But it's a hell of a lie,
Cause death won't come when you eg it,
Then in the blink of an eye,
It strikes when you least expect it,
Taking loved ones from us,
When people talk about it,
It causes such a fuss,
In a way,
Death is a bigger bitch than life,
Then when one ends the other begins,
With one sharp knife,
What we have you see,
Is two bitches,
We all face daily.
Then you die,
Most say thats true,
But it's a hell of a lie,
Cause death won't come when you eg it,
Then in the blink of an eye,
It strikes when you least expect it,
Taking loved ones from us,
When people talk about it,
It causes such a fuss,
In a way,
Death is a bigger bitch than life,
Then when one ends the other begins,
With one sharp knife,
What we have you see,
Is two bitches,
We all face daily.
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Painted red
Deeper goes the razor blade,
Hoping that the pain will fade,
The words i spill upon this page,
They are my emo serenade.
Higher goes my presure gage,
A biproduct of all my rage,
Rage is a result of all this pain,
Now the blood poors to the floor; yeah let it rain.
The floor is painted red,
I can't stop wishing I was dead,
I feel as if my lifes a show,
And this is my final scene; oh no.
Everyone watches from the outside,
They watch my emotional rollercoaster ride,
The pain I feel inside,
The feeling is too much to hide....
Hoping that the pain will fade,
The words i spill upon this page,
They are my emo serenade.
Higher goes my presure gage,
A biproduct of all my rage,
Rage is a result of all this pain,
Now the blood poors to the floor; yeah let it rain.
The floor is painted red,
I can't stop wishing I was dead,
I feel as if my lifes a show,
And this is my final scene; oh no.
Everyone watches from the outside,
They watch my emotional rollercoaster ride,
The pain I feel inside,
The feeling is too much to hide....
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6 Comments
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