Submissions by ilovescarystories
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When you find yourself all alone. In the dead of night, that's where you will find me. My echo will calm you, my tongue will soothe you. I'm all that is dark, and all that is gone. I am all that is light, and all that is night.
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2015 10:14pm
26th Jul 2015 10:14pm
Destruction of light
How I creep and reep at the foot of your toes.
One little foe, got chewed to and fro
Two little toes, bent in the shape of a rose.
For every madman, is rose without a thorn.
Breaking each, and reaching for each.
With two little eyes do I peek.
For the answer that you seek.
Is " what are those dark whispers in the night?"
Do you speak to me in such a hush hush tone.
For the answer my friend, is that I am the voices in your head.
I am the strings to your end.
Let me be your puppeteer?
You Will Be Ruled By Fear.
One little foe, got chewed to and fro
Two little toes, bent in the shape of a rose.
For every madman, is rose without a thorn.
Breaking each, and reaching for each.
With two little eyes do I peek.
For the answer that you seek.
Is " what are those dark whispers in the night?"
Do you speak to me in such a hush hush tone.
For the answer my friend, is that I am the voices in your head.
I am the strings to your end.
Let me be your puppeteer?
You Will Be Ruled By Fear.
688 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jul 2015 11:32pm
10th Jul 2015 11:32pm
Where's Superman?
Where's Superman?
Where are the heroes?
When you need them...
We read about the comics.
We watch the movies.
So where are they?
Superman has a bleeding mark.
Batman has flown away.
Wonder Woman's braclets are rusty.
Spider-Man, has fallen from his web of shame.
People are dying.
Heroes are so great in the movies.
What goes around doesn't always come around.
Vilians come in the form of roses.
I grew up on concrete.
I grew up in prison.
I grew up in shackles.
I grew up...
Where are the heroes?
When you need them...
We read about the comics.
We watch the movies.
So where are they?
Superman has a bleeding mark.
Batman has flown away.
Wonder Woman's braclets are rusty.
Spider-Man, has fallen from his web of shame.
People are dying.
Heroes are so great in the movies.
What goes around doesn't always come around.
Vilians come in the form of roses.
I grew up on concrete.
I grew up in prison.
I grew up in shackles.
I grew up...
877 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2015 11:38pm
6th Jul 2015 11:38pm
Dying breath
Just because you justify something, doesn't mean someone hasn't already justified it for you.
Climbing so damn high aren't you scared of looking down?
You let out your dying breath.
As it mixes with concrete.
You throw your dreams to the bleeding sun.
Spin the stars with your hearts.
Have you ever climbed up deaths ladder?
It comes in the disguise of your passions.
Turn around...
Cause now angels carry guns.
And demons hold hearts.
Dying breath is the last word ever spoken.
For you have given your last token.
For you shall be...
Climbing so damn high aren't you scared of looking down?
You let out your dying breath.
As it mixes with concrete.
You throw your dreams to the bleeding sun.
Spin the stars with your hearts.
Have you ever climbed up deaths ladder?
It comes in the disguise of your passions.
Turn around...
Cause now angels carry guns.
And demons hold hearts.
Dying breath is the last word ever spoken.
For you have given your last token.
For you shall be...
682 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jun 2015 6:43am
30th Jun 2015 6:43am
Betrayed
I'm going to make friends with the forest.
I'm going to hide in a tree.
No one is going to see me for eternity.
Art has it's own life.
But now you shot a painting with a rifle.
You destroyed my starry night.
I painted the stars within my head.
When you first came to life.
1st day I was shocked.
2nd day I was glorified.
3rd day I was betrayed.
1st stage is sadness
2nd stage is denial
3rd stage is regret
4 th stage is anger
5 th stage is * BLANK *
If you think I'm writing this to make you feel guilty...
I'm going to hide in a tree.
No one is going to see me for eternity.
Art has it's own life.
But now you shot a painting with a rifle.
You destroyed my starry night.
I painted the stars within my head.
When you first came to life.
1st day I was shocked.
2nd day I was glorified.
3rd day I was betrayed.
1st stage is sadness
2nd stage is denial
3rd stage is regret
4 th stage is anger
5 th stage is * BLANK *
If you think I'm writing this to make you feel guilty...
731 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 00:09am
21st Jun 2015 00:09am
Black flowers upon thy grave
I placed black flowers upon thy grave.
Can this really be the end as some would say?
You press the blade against your heart.
And you curse at black graves, and rave at words unspoken.
And you curse at yourself, for not making amends with your bitter friend called death.
You cross your hands, and press the torn rose against your palm.
You press the blood on unmarked graves.
You cry with the tears of an angel.
But pray with the heart of coal.
As the blood runs dry.
As red roses have lost their luster.
And as cherry lips turn pale.
This...
Can this really be the end as some would say?
You press the blade against your heart.
And you curse at black graves, and rave at words unspoken.
And you curse at yourself, for not making amends with your bitter friend called death.
You cross your hands, and press the torn rose against your palm.
You press the blood on unmarked graves.
You cry with the tears of an angel.
But pray with the heart of coal.
As the blood runs dry.
As red roses have lost their luster.
And as cherry lips turn pale.
This...
597 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2015 6:13am
27th May 2015 6:13am
5 broken hearts
5 broken hearts is what I was given.
True love is what I gave.
I walked through the dark sands that were stained red.
I painted the sky that was coated in black.
I walked in the fire with my soul on the wire.
I made bright water that shattered my cold soul.
For the true fool in this story was the girl that followed the devil.
With a broken sole, for I am nothing but the lost wanderer.
Traveling in hail and fire.
These icy caverns are made of lava.
And now you have finally broken my heart.
After you said " I hate you"
True love is what I gave.
I walked through the dark sands that were stained red.
I painted the sky that was coated in black.
I walked in the fire with my soul on the wire.
I made bright water that shattered my cold soul.
For the true fool in this story was the girl that followed the devil.
With a broken sole, for I am nothing but the lost wanderer.
Traveling in hail and fire.
These icy caverns are made of lava.
And now you have finally broken my heart.
After you said " I hate you"
708 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th May 2015 2:49am
27th May 2015 2:49am
Nicotine my friend
For this is my friend.
This is where the love will end.
You press the knife against your heart.
Let's make amends with my new best friend.
Breath goes shallow.
Food goes sour .
This is my happy time.
This is my last goodbye.
You breathe in the smoke of your goodbye.
You bite the leaf that grows.
You have crossed the golden runaway.
There goes your heart.
There goes your love.
Next turn you lose your life.
The tears cannot be dried.
For their hearts have been completely fried.
You have tried to...
This is where the love will end.
You press the knife against your heart.
Let's make amends with my new best friend.
Breath goes shallow.
Food goes sour .
This is my happy time.
This is my last goodbye.
You breathe in the smoke of your goodbye.
You bite the leaf that grows.
You have crossed the golden runaway.
There goes your heart.
There goes your love.
Next turn you lose your life.
The tears cannot be dried.
For their hearts have been completely fried.
You have tried to...
713 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2015 3:19am
16th May 2015 3:19am
Who do you think you are?
Oh my darling...
With your tight string of pearls around your neck, how it chokes you.
You are indeed a beauty full of purity.
As you stand there with your cheeky red cherry grin.
Yeah darling you and I go way back.
As you chop up today's dinner with your long knife, yeah blood is the greates highlight.
Ya put that knife back and you give me that usual cheeky smile.
Oh honey how you bore me.
You always come in with that same old grin.
The beauty has faded.
The purity fainted.
But most of all vibrant red is now a tainted black.
Perhaps...
With your tight string of pearls around your neck, how it chokes you.
You are indeed a beauty full of purity.
As you stand there with your cheeky red cherry grin.
Yeah darling you and I go way back.
As you chop up today's dinner with your long knife, yeah blood is the greates highlight.
Ya put that knife back and you give me that usual cheeky smile.
Oh honey how you bore me.
You always come in with that same old grin.
The beauty has faded.
The purity fainted.
But most of all vibrant red is now a tainted black.
Perhaps...
721 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2015 1:42am
12th May 2015 1:42am
Time to exorcise demons
Oh poor dear..
There goes another lost soul.
Screaming like the vultures they are that feast themselves on the flesh of the mortal.
For this is my banshee in mourning.
Scream until the air goes numb...
Until all the words are gone dumb.
For in fear we have left our sweet homes.
For today we shall exorcise demons.
Welcome to our exorcism.
We are the ones that sing for expected sound.
We aren't the demon vultures of this conquest.
For on one hand I have greed and the other I gave revenge.
Look to your clear glass mirror.
Can't you...
There goes another lost soul.
Screaming like the vultures they are that feast themselves on the flesh of the mortal.
For this is my banshee in mourning.
Scream until the air goes numb...
Until all the words are gone dumb.
For in fear we have left our sweet homes.
For today we shall exorcise demons.
Welcome to our exorcism.
We are the ones that sing for expected sound.
We aren't the demon vultures of this conquest.
For on one hand I have greed and the other I gave revenge.
Look to your clear glass mirror.
Can't you...
634 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2015 2:24am
4th May 2015 2:24am
Death comes in the form of flowers
Thy token and taken for a most lamentable day.
This is the false paradise, as they say.
This is the fools pair of eyes.
Then surely and truly this lamentable day is true.
For in fear I choose to ignore ones own truth.
For I am lost within thy hooded mask.
Taken in by thee, by your token I fall to you.
For thou is the Goddess of my heart.
Suppress me not, foul vultures.
I am lost in your bloodily gaze.
So twirl for me baby.
Twirl for me my good wife.
Like your midnight colored dresses.
To this steady sleep we have made...
This is the false paradise, as they say.
This is the fools pair of eyes.
Then surely and truly this lamentable day is true.
For in fear I choose to ignore ones own truth.
For I am lost within thy hooded mask.
Taken in by thee, by your token I fall to you.
For thou is the Goddess of my heart.
Suppress me not, foul vultures.
I am lost in your bloodily gaze.
So twirl for me baby.
Twirl for me my good wife.
Like your midnight colored dresses.
To this steady sleep we have made...
767 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 1:31am
27th Apr 2015 1:31am
Tell me a story
I sat there on the edge of the bed.
Mother always told me and my brother a story.
Before we fell in a deep slumber.
She would let her hand slide from the frosty window leaving an icy stain on the once flawless glass.
Brother smiled and mocked me as I sat there staring into his eyes.
I offered him a hug, he offered me bitter rejection.
Brass curls twirl off the bed post as I see him in the distance on his bed.
With his constant grin.
Mother sang, brother would beat, father would leave.
Mother sat down with me and my brother.
She said how much...
Mother always told me and my brother a story.
Before we fell in a deep slumber.
She would let her hand slide from the frosty window leaving an icy stain on the once flawless glass.
Brother smiled and mocked me as I sat there staring into his eyes.
I offered him a hug, he offered me bitter rejection.
Brass curls twirl off the bed post as I see him in the distance on his bed.
With his constant grin.
Mother sang, brother would beat, father would leave.
Mother sat down with me and my brother.
She said how much...
917 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2015 6:19am
25th Apr 2015 6:19am
Dyed blue with no colors
I was dyed blue with no colors.
A dark looming shadow that follows this young adventurer.
With the looped gold earrings that circle her head.
And the rusty beads tied in her hair.
She walks with no footprints.
She walks with no destination.
She walks on sea shores for the sands fade away the past.
She swims in the deepest blue to try and pass time.
She cries in her sleep for she won't feel ignored.
She searches for reasons for her sadness.
With that rockie cave.. You would swear this fine girl has hidden in plain site.
Walk on that raging...
A dark looming shadow that follows this young adventurer.
With the looped gold earrings that circle her head.
And the rusty beads tied in her hair.
She walks with no footprints.
She walks with no destination.
She walks on sea shores for the sands fade away the past.
She swims in the deepest blue to try and pass time.
She cries in her sleep for she won't feel ignored.
She searches for reasons for her sadness.
With that rockie cave.. You would swear this fine girl has hidden in plain site.
Walk on that raging...
867 reads
6 Comments
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