Submissions by ken09
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2018 4:13pm
1st Jul 2018 4:13pm
Don't You Know?
Don't you know?
Cant you see?
Just how much I wish it were me.
To be there beside you.
To be with you all the time.
Can't you see?
How much I wish you were mine?
To lay beside you,
And even call you mine.
Oh it would be so divine.
I work for your praise.
I bask in the rays of strength you give off to those who care to look.
You can read me like an open book
But I feel like I haven't been honest with you.
Because even though you love me
I'm not sure you see just how much I love you too.
Love is a bitch. ...
Cant you see?
Just how much I wish it were me.
To be there beside you.
To be with you all the time.
Can't you see?
How much I wish you were mine?
To lay beside you,
And even call you mine.
Oh it would be so divine.
I work for your praise.
I bask in the rays of strength you give off to those who care to look.
You can read me like an open book
But I feel like I haven't been honest with you.
Because even though you love me
I'm not sure you see just how much I love you too.
Love is a bitch. ...
#love
#loneliness
#respect
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2017 11:21am
31st Jul 2017 11:21am
Is Today the Day
Is today the day?
Can I finally lay down my arms?
Can I finally quit fighting?
Has all of this come down to the final bow?
My hands are bloody
My soul is weeping
I wake every morning hoping that I can truly set aside all the pain I have been keeping.
Is today the day?
Is it time?
Time to release the tension?
Time to cut the cord?
Will you finally leave me be dear angel?
Can I set aside your picture and look ahead?
Is today the day?
The day I find my future.
The day the door to my past, my pain, my rage, my...
Can I finally lay down my arms?
Can I finally quit fighting?
Has all of this come down to the final bow?
My hands are bloody
My soul is weeping
I wake every morning hoping that I can truly set aside all the pain I have been keeping.
Is today the day?
Is it time?
Time to release the tension?
Time to cut the cord?
Will you finally leave me be dear angel?
Can I set aside your picture and look ahead?
Is today the day?
The day I find my future.
The day the door to my past, my pain, my rage, my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2016 9:25am
11th Dec 2016 9:25am
Dear Angel
As the night dies and the sun rises my dreams come to a close. Your body with mine so closely intertwined as the last rays of the moon reflect in your eyes. Tonight is like every night. When my eyes close and the darkness of sleep takes me you are there. But in the morning as the sun break over the horizon, and a new dawn comes. You are once more gone.
As a new night comes I look to the stars and wonder how much better off you really are. We could have been the rulers of our own little world hindered by naught except that which fate had in store. Alas we never got the chance to...
As a new night comes I look to the stars and wonder how much better off you really are. We could have been the rulers of our own little world hindered by naught except that which fate had in store. Alas we never got the chance to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2016 00:58am
1st Oct 2016 00:58am
Neverland
As I lay me down to sleep
I shed my tears
Oh how I weep.
If die before I wake
I pray for peace
My soul can't make
Exit my mind
Leave my sight
These dreams I dream tonight
They're just a beast inside my head
In my heart
In my bed
Forgive me this night
For I am tired of the fight
These tears I cry
Are My relief
They rest me from my dark beliefs
Exit night
Enter light
With a grain of sand
Im off to never Neverland.
I shed my tears
Oh how I weep.
If die before I wake
I pray for peace
My soul can't make
Exit my mind
Leave my sight
These dreams I dream tonight
They're just a beast inside my head
In my heart
In my bed
Forgive me this night
For I am tired of the fight
These tears I cry
Are My relief
They rest me from my dark beliefs
Exit night
Enter light
With a grain of sand
Im off to never Neverland.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2016 1:32pm
10th Feb 2016 1:32pm
Morbid Musical: A New Song
You're the song in my heart
The light in my eyes
My muse and my inspiration
To me there can be no greater feat than having you love me.
You're the blood in my veins.
The beat of my heart
And the spring in my step.
Tonight you aren't here.
You're away from me
I feel empty
So I play this song that reminds me of you I listen to it and close my eyes
Imagining your next to me
Your hand in mine
We wind around the dance floor
Leading and following
Flowing and moving together as one
Your heart is mine
But my soul is...
The light in my eyes
My muse and my inspiration
To me there can be no greater feat than having you love me.
You're the blood in my veins.
The beat of my heart
And the spring in my step.
Tonight you aren't here.
You're away from me
I feel empty
So I play this song that reminds me of you I listen to it and close my eyes
Imagining your next to me
Your hand in mine
We wind around the dance floor
Leading and following
Flowing and moving together as one
Your heart is mine
But my soul is...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2015 5:00pm
6th Dec 2015 5:00pm
The Edge of a Knife
The sharp edge of the knife pressed into my skin splitting it like butter. The crimson tide flowing from my arm frees me from the world. I see the words of life pulsing from me with each slow beat of my heart. The cold metal bites into my skin once more sliding effortlessly down my arm. Each drop of the ruby red liquid gives me a just a little more room to breathe a little more room to fight. The pain clears my mind and the blood frees my heart. Tonight it's just me. Me and the knife that is my life. Tonight I die and tomorrow I shall be reborn. My scars visible like trophies held high in...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2015 7:28am
18th May 2015 7:28am
If I Die Tonight
If I were to die today what would you do?
If today were my last day?
What is it you would say?
If I passed away tonight.
What would you’re last words to me be?
If you must know I am not okay.
I Need you to know that it wasn’t you.
I need you to see that it all stems from the thoughts inside of me.
If I were to leave this world.
How would you cope with my passing?
What memories would you share with those around you?
What moments would you hold close to your heart?
If I had twenty four hours left to live. What would we do?
How would you...
If today were my last day?
What is it you would say?
If I passed away tonight.
What would you’re last words to me be?
If you must know I am not okay.
I Need you to know that it wasn’t you.
I need you to see that it all stems from the thoughts inside of me.
If I were to leave this world.
How would you cope with my passing?
What memories would you share with those around you?
What moments would you hold close to your heart?
If I had twenty four hours left to live. What would we do?
How would you...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2014 6:28am
23rd Nov 2014 6:28am
A Joker Like Me
A Joker Like Me
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
What is insanity? Really?
A fractured mind that loses its grip on reality?
A moment of clarity in the madness lets me think that it’s just the sane trying to hide from the true form of insanity.
Conformity. A society that accepts the horrible actions of good people as the lesser of two evils.
What happens when they are faced with that greater evil?
What happens when they are faced with me?
It’s all a joke. The people I kill aren’t real people. They’ve long since lost their minds.
Their will to fight back...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
What is insanity? Really?
A fractured mind that loses its grip on reality?
A moment of clarity in the madness lets me think that it’s just the sane trying to hide from the true form of insanity.
Conformity. A society that accepts the horrible actions of good people as the lesser of two evils.
What happens when they are faced with that greater evil?
What happens when they are faced with me?
It’s all a joke. The people I kill aren’t real people. They’ve long since lost their minds.
Their will to fight back...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 3:02am
12th Nov 2014 3:02am
Her Broken MInd
He drove me insane.
His charisma and moniker of the clown prince of crime drew me in like a moth to the flames.
Through months of interviews he drew me in. Breaking my mind into pieces he could manipulate like the pieces on a chess board.
Sometimes I hate this life his out bursts and near fatal jokes drive me deeper into my insanity. Drive me down deeper into the darkness of his creation. I was once respected as a psychologist. Publishing papers and journals about the psyche of the criminal mind.
Now books are written about me. His touch lights me on fire and his fist...
His charisma and moniker of the clown prince of crime drew me in like a moth to the flames.
Through months of interviews he drew me in. Breaking my mind into pieces he could manipulate like the pieces on a chess board.
Sometimes I hate this life his out bursts and near fatal jokes drive me deeper into my insanity. Drive me down deeper into the darkness of his creation. I was once respected as a psychologist. Publishing papers and journals about the psyche of the criminal mind.
Now books are written about me. His touch lights me on fire and his fist...
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 4:01am
23rd Sep 2014 4:01am
My Haunting
Where are you now? Are you lost? Can you hear me calling you from the bottom of my heart to the very depths of my soul? A prayer never heard? A poem never finished. A life only half lived and still not yet half over. you took it with you when you left me a scar that shall forever keep that space. Where are you now? Are you lost? Are you searching for me as I have been for you? Are you alone lost and cold in a hell of my making? Have I held you here beside me for too long? Has my need to see you once more and find you here again kept you from leaving this dismal place?
So where are you now...
So where are you now...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 3:57am
23rd Sep 2014 3:57am
Tonight I Cry
Tonight I cry.
For my pain.
For my happiness
And for a past I miss.
I cry for my friends
I cry for the way life breaks them
I cry for their hopes
I cry for their dreams
I cry for the way they fall through the seams.
I cry for the day
I cry in every way.
Tonight I cry for nothing
Because some days it's what I feel
I cry for the night
For the lack of a true reason to fight
I cry for my brothers
For their struggles and plights
To keep their heads high
And that they find their lights
I cry...
For my pain.
For my happiness
And for a past I miss.
I cry for my friends
I cry for the way life breaks them
I cry for their hopes
I cry for their dreams
I cry for the way they fall through the seams.
I cry for the day
I cry in every way.
Tonight I cry for nothing
Because some days it's what I feel
I cry for the night
For the lack of a true reason to fight
I cry for my brothers
For their struggles and plights
To keep their heads high
And that they find their lights
I cry...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 6:11am
18th Aug 2014 6:11am
Belle Morte
The Beautiful Death of a Cold Heart.
By Donovan Blasdell
Alone she glides through the forest
Pockets of moonlight caressing her skin.
Flowing through the night
Her skin soft as the wind.
She hunts for a soul at midnight.
Searching for the one who can reach her
Searching for the sensation of flight.
Searching for the one that will bring her back to the light.
Clad for the ball.
Velvet gloves of obsidian.
Wrapped in a scarlet dress
Hair a water fall of crimson
Alabaster skin waiting for a soft caress
Eyes of...
By Donovan Blasdell
Alone she glides through the forest
Pockets of moonlight caressing her skin.
Flowing through the night
Her skin soft as the wind.
She hunts for a soul at midnight.
Searching for the one who can reach her
Searching for the sensation of flight.
Searching for the one that will bring her back to the light.
Clad for the ball.
Velvet gloves of obsidian.
Wrapped in a scarlet dress
Hair a water fall of crimson
Alabaster skin waiting for a soft caress
Eyes of...
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