Submissions by iShotTheMaid
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 2:26am
18th Jan 2013 2:26am
Future Brings Promise..
All of my hate cannot be found.
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.... screaming for mercy.
But i won't i won't show it. You don't deserve it.
You reek of the filth you've layed in in.
The lies, the deceit, the stabbing in the back to benefit socially? Is this what being a teenager is?
Drink, party, and not care about the future?.
But look. you arn't to far off now.
You'll be barley paying your rent.
With the lies you've sowed, will anyone help you?...
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming.
So, you can try to tear me down,
Beat me to the ground,
I will see you screaming.... screaming for mercy.
But i won't i won't show it. You don't deserve it.
You reek of the filth you've layed in in.
The lies, the deceit, the stabbing in the back to benefit socially? Is this what being a teenager is?
Drink, party, and not care about the future?.
But look. you arn't to far off now.
You'll be barley paying your rent.
With the lies you've sowed, will anyone help you?...
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 5:37pm
19th Nov 2012 5:37pm
The Seduction of Youth Revolt
Children listen to me please,
Lets give those rotten adults a little tease,
Pepper their houses with rotten food,
See if they will turn their sour mood,
But of course they won't!
So whats the new plan?
Children listen to me please,
Lets give those rotten adults a little tease,
Drown their houses fill them up,
Lets just see how long they can stay stuck-up,
Oh dear they seem to not give up,
So children listen to me please,
They had their chance so now we can't give them just a tease,
Burn their homes children burn them all to the ground!...
Lets give those rotten adults a little tease,
Pepper their houses with rotten food,
See if they will turn their sour mood,
But of course they won't!
So whats the new plan?
Children listen to me please,
Lets give those rotten adults a little tease,
Drown their houses fill them up,
Lets just see how long they can stay stuck-up,
Oh dear they seem to not give up,
So children listen to me please,
They had their chance so now we can't give them just a tease,
Burn their homes children burn them all to the ground!...
721 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 5:32pm
19th Nov 2012 5:32pm
Mr White Horse
Oh Mr. white horse,
You make me wrong in the head,
Each hit fills me with dread,
As I dance around with the dead,
Oh Mr. white Horse,
I can't get enough of you,
Nothing can fill the need,
Others pity me with remorse,
Oh Mr. white horse,
Fair maidens sell themselves for you,
Me being a man, this is hard to do of course,
But I'll find away.... I'll get my fill,
Oh Mr. white horse,
I'm at the end I stole you of course,
And now being shot and dead,
Not many come to my funeral with remorse....
You make me wrong in the head,
Each hit fills me with dread,
As I dance around with the dead,
Oh Mr. white Horse,
I can't get enough of you,
Nothing can fill the need,
Others pity me with remorse,
Oh Mr. white horse,
Fair maidens sell themselves for you,
Me being a man, this is hard to do of course,
But I'll find away.... I'll get my fill,
Oh Mr. white horse,
I'm at the end I stole you of course,
And now being shot and dead,
Not many come to my funeral with remorse....
1043 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 3:16pm
25th Oct 2012 3:16pm
The Malice of Social Klicks
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my head ever since.
“Never surrender, there is always a way out and to overcome any obstacle.”
Now with this told I will start at the beginning. I start my story in my third year of college at a frat party. With my actions and appearance of a walking corpse I was surprised by the invitation. I brought my counterpart Jake as my plus one. As we walked into the party I was perplexed with amusement. Everyone seemed to already be in a drunken stupor in this wild excuse for a rout. There was...
“Never surrender, there is always a way out and to overcome any obstacle.”
Now with this told I will start at the beginning. I start my story in my third year of college at a frat party. With my actions and appearance of a walking corpse I was surprised by the invitation. I brought my counterpart Jake as my plus one. As we walked into the party I was perplexed with amusement. Everyone seemed to already be in a drunken stupor in this wild excuse for a rout. There was...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 4:31pm
18th Oct 2012 4:31pm
My Change
Belonging to the state
An in congruent dialect of presence
Failed to explain reasons
Held under faith laid dormant
To wash the world away
It revealed itself in day mare believing
A child's mind has long been deceased
If there's anything I can promise
They'll never be the same
It becomes a horror we'll be the last ones standing
It becomes a horror taking grip on the earth
All the pieces seem to fit me
I'll be the change that this world needs
It's a happening of distorted youth
I found the key to local providence
In time I beheld a...
An in congruent dialect of presence
Failed to explain reasons
Held under faith laid dormant
To wash the world away
It revealed itself in day mare believing
A child's mind has long been deceased
If there's anything I can promise
They'll never be the same
It becomes a horror we'll be the last ones standing
It becomes a horror taking grip on the earth
All the pieces seem to fit me
I'll be the change that this world needs
It's a happening of distorted youth
I found the key to local providence
In time I beheld a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2012 5:59pm
10th Oct 2012 5:59pm
Beauty and Malice
Calling into the silence,
Her voice pierced the void,
Cold and strong like the winter wind,
Her eyes dark and liquored from betrayal and mistrust,
Her mouth, pursed and stitched into a permanent snarl,
Her raven hair, pulled back into a swaying grace of old tradition,
Her pose in the air, frail and limp as the rose in her hand,
Such beauty and malice in one being,
Am I attracted by beauty or malice?
Her voice pierced the void,
Cold and strong like the winter wind,
Her eyes dark and liquored from betrayal and mistrust,
Her mouth, pursed and stitched into a permanent snarl,
Her raven hair, pulled back into a swaying grace of old tradition,
Her pose in the air, frail and limp as the rose in her hand,
Such beauty and malice in one being,
Am I attracted by beauty or malice?
794 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 11:39pm
13th Jun 2012 11:39pm
Love For The Dead
Sweet and quick,
Death to a boy,
For he feels alone,
To die on the grave of his beloved mate,
His knife tainted with both their blood.
Death to a boy,
For he feels alone,
To die on the grave of his beloved mate,
His knife tainted with both their blood.
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