Submissions by imnotapotato (.dying.inside.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2010 1:45pm
17th Mar 2010 1:45pm
Abortion
Mommy? Can you hear me? I'm not very old, so you probably can't. But If you can, I love you, Mommy. I love you for bringing me here, In your soft and cozy womb. I think I'll fit here perfectly for a while. Until it's time to get out.
Mommy? Can you hear me? I'm getting quite big, don't you think? You found out about me today, and you seemed a bit annoyed. Why, Mommy, why? Maybe you just need time to get over the shock? I love you, Mommy.
Mommy? Can you hear me? I sure can hear you! You yell a lot, and many people yell at you. I won't yell at you when I'm out of this place. All...
Mommy? Can you hear me? I'm getting quite big, don't you think? You found out about me today, and you seemed a bit annoyed. Why, Mommy, why? Maybe you just need time to get over the shock? I love you, Mommy.
Mommy? Can you hear me? I sure can hear you! You yell a lot, and many people yell at you. I won't yell at you when I'm out of this place. All...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2010 1:31pm
17th Mar 2010 1:31pm
Razor Blade, Where Art Thou?
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 2:34pm
10th Mar 2010 2:34pm
Help Me, Please?
Excuse me, sir?
Can you help me?
No? Oh, thats okay.
Ma'am, can you please-
You need to go? Okay...bye...
Thanks anyway.
Oh, the reaper!
You can help?
Thank you so much.
Be sure to tell them-
Hello?...I wasn't ready yet.
Can I not be happy?
Even in death...
Can you help me?
No? Oh, thats okay.
Ma'am, can you please-
You need to go? Okay...bye...
Thanks anyway.
Oh, the reaper!
You can help?
Thank you so much.
Be sure to tell them-
Hello?...I wasn't ready yet.
Can I not be happy?
Even in death...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 2:26pm
10th Mar 2010 2:26pm
It Lies
There it is.
You know, it talks.
It says "I can comfort you."
Or "I can bring them back."
It lies, but it lies very well.
Don't you believe me?
Sometimes its a boy.
Others a girl.
It can't make up its mind.
It likes my arms and legs.
It even wants to be an artist.
Most people say its a bad thing.
That it needs to go away.
Why though?
Have'nt they loved?
I love it, and it does'nt really hurt me.
It loves me too.
Doesn't it?
Don't you?
Don't be shy, talk!
Come on!
Tell them I'm not crazy!...
You know, it talks.
It says "I can comfort you."
Or "I can bring them back."
It lies, but it lies very well.
Don't you believe me?
Sometimes its a boy.
Others a girl.
It can't make up its mind.
It likes my arms and legs.
It even wants to be an artist.
Most people say its a bad thing.
That it needs to go away.
Why though?
Have'nt they loved?
I love it, and it does'nt really hurt me.
It loves me too.
Doesn't it?
Don't you?
Don't be shy, talk!
Come on!
Tell them I'm not crazy!...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 1:52am
10th Mar 2010 1:52am
I Miss You
Little boys and girls crying...
I miss you, mommy...
Little boys and girls sniffing...
When are you coming home, daddy?
Single moms and dads praying...
We love you, honey...
Single moms and dads dying...
You'll see her soon, sweetie...
I miss you, mommy...
Little boys and girls sniffing...
When are you coming home, daddy?
Single moms and dads praying...
We love you, honey...
Single moms and dads dying...
You'll see her soon, sweetie...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 1:44am
10th Mar 2010 1:44am
The System
The itch, the burn...
The quiet "drip, drip"
You want to scream
But your mouth is so dry
They'll be back soon
Those demons with the shiny circles
That beeping thing scares you
I've always hated needles
Now they are a comfort
People whisper outside the door
I know its about me
They call me a "cutter"
Or maybe a few even "the crazy one"
They're right either way
Well, to you they're right
I'd jump out that window
If i could get up
What's taking them so long?
Why am i here?
What did i do?...
The quiet "drip, drip"
You want to scream
But your mouth is so dry
They'll be back soon
Those demons with the shiny circles
That beeping thing scares you
I've always hated needles
Now they are a comfort
People whisper outside the door
I know its about me
They call me a "cutter"
Or maybe a few even "the crazy one"
They're right either way
Well, to you they're right
I'd jump out that window
If i could get up
What's taking them so long?
Why am i here?
What did i do?...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2010 2:29pm
9th Mar 2010 2:29pm
Really?
You love me
You need me
Really?
I'm your friend
I'm your child
Really?
It's all okay
It's not that bad
Really?
I'm hurting
I'm suffering
Really...
-For My Girl Kayla-
You need me
Really?
I'm your friend
I'm your child
Really?
It's all okay
It's not that bad
Really?
I'm hurting
I'm suffering
Really...
-For My Girl Kayla-
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Mar 2010 2:26pm
9th Mar 2010 2:26pm
Your Kiss Of Comfort
My love, you are wonderful.
I desire to be with you every moment.
Your skin against mine, how the world is at peace.
I don't disgust you.
You actually love me, for me.
You're so tender with me.
Your fingertips lightly stroking my curves.
Your face in mine...breathing heavily...
And the night continues on...
Our bodies gracefully tangling together...
We are pressed up against the floor, the wall, the bed...
Waiting for the moment of flooded pleasure...
We whisper, we laugh...
We love.
Thats what it is.
We love.
I love him, he...
I desire to be with you every moment.
Your skin against mine, how the world is at peace.
I don't disgust you.
You actually love me, for me.
You're so tender with me.
Your fingertips lightly stroking my curves.
Your face in mine...breathing heavily...
And the night continues on...
Our bodies gracefully tangling together...
We are pressed up against the floor, the wall, the bed...
Waiting for the moment of flooded pleasure...
We whisper, we laugh...
We love.
Thats what it is.
We love.
I love him, he...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2010 7:17pm
8th Mar 2010 7:17pm
Suicide
This is what it comes down to.
The end of it all.
When you stand on the edge of the cliff.
When you hold the shotgun to your head.
When the bottle of pills is sitting in your mouth.
When you put the rope around your neck.
When you slip under the water.
It will end.
Out of life, you escaped.
You ran from it all.
No more drama.
No more bills.
No more food.
No more children.
No more life.
Just floating black oblivion.
No feeling, no consciousness.
Just numbness.
Cold and broken.
Like my heart.
A heart that will...
The end of it all.
When you stand on the edge of the cliff.
When you hold the shotgun to your head.
When the bottle of pills is sitting in your mouth.
When you put the rope around your neck.
When you slip under the water.
It will end.
Out of life, you escaped.
You ran from it all.
No more drama.
No more bills.
No more food.
No more children.
No more life.
Just floating black oblivion.
No feeling, no consciousness.
Just numbness.
Cold and broken.
Like my heart.
A heart that will...
1086 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Mar 2010 3:59pm
4th Mar 2010 3:59pm
The Children Are Dying
The children...they are dying.
Their bodies are being scattered amongst thieves and liars...
Their poor, prescious and innocent lives...
Being taken by irresponsible parents...
Parents who got drunk, and thought it would be a good idea to have sex...
But then what?
3 positive pregnancy tests!
Thats what!
And the thing that disturbs me the most...
I cant take it back...
I robbed my poor baby of his life...
Of his own future...
Of his own chance to change the world...
And now this cage I am trapped in...
This anger and agony trapped...
Their bodies are being scattered amongst thieves and liars...
Their poor, prescious and innocent lives...
Being taken by irresponsible parents...
Parents who got drunk, and thought it would be a good idea to have sex...
But then what?
3 positive pregnancy tests!
Thats what!
And the thing that disturbs me the most...
I cant take it back...
I robbed my poor baby of his life...
Of his own future...
Of his own chance to change the world...
And now this cage I am trapped in...
This anger and agony trapped...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2010 7:44pm
11th Feb 2010 7:44pm
The Razor's Edge
Look at me...what do you see?
You see a monster, that's what you see.
You see a depressed little bitch.
An irresponsible child.
A suicidal killer.
That's right, i did get pregnant.
That's right, I did kill it!
That's right, I am a murderer!
And it suites me.
It comforts me to know I can never belong with normal people.
You are innocent.
You did not kill a child!
And what came out of it?!
Now I have a problem with cutting myself!
Me!
The one who was extremely opposed to it.
But that is the only way I can...
You see a monster, that's what you see.
You see a depressed little bitch.
An irresponsible child.
A suicidal killer.
That's right, i did get pregnant.
That's right, I did kill it!
That's right, I am a murderer!
And it suites me.
It comforts me to know I can never belong with normal people.
You are innocent.
You did not kill a child!
And what came out of it?!
Now I have a problem with cutting myself!
Me!
The one who was extremely opposed to it.
But that is the only way I can...
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