Submissions by leahbell777
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 1:12am
20th Jul 2013 1:12am
A Secret Art
Paint a pretty picture into my skin.
One that punishes me for all of my sin.
Make it secret yet somehow known
But only if I want it to be shown.
Ouch the pain has really grown.
But I don't dare let out a moan.
It must be unknown, even to kin
That I would and could
Paint a pretty picture into my skin.
One that punishes me for all of my sin.
Make it secret yet somehow known
But only if I want it to be shown.
Ouch the pain has really grown.
But I don't dare let out a moan.
It must be unknown, even to kin
That I would and could
Paint a pretty picture into my skin.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 00:44am
20th Jul 2013 00:44am
It's Raining Outside
It's raining outside and it's raining in my heart
I'll never understand why you want to be apart.
My eyes are flooding and so is my chest
with the love that I thought had been the best.
You were my one and only I was nothing at all,
the waves take me, grab me, and push me against the wall
Of loneliness so when will you help me? what do I do?
How do I fight a battle I am that not used to?
I'm drowning drowning spiraling down,
The red is ruining my white silk gown.
I'll never understand why you want to be apart.
My eyes are flooding and so is my chest
with the love that I thought had been the best.
You were my one and only I was nothing at all,
the waves take me, grab me, and push me against the wall
Of loneliness so when will you help me? what do I do?
How do I fight a battle I am that not used to?
I'm drowning drowning spiraling down,
The red is ruining my white silk gown.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 4:19pm
21st Jun 2013 4:19pm
Weightloss
I wish I was pretty and I wish I was new,
but I'm used up and we have all seen the view.
Just a few more pounds and I'll be like I should,
It's really not but I say it's all good.
I know what's wrong and what's right,
but I can't stand how my jeans are so tight.
I say I'll stop but I don't think I will,
It's in my head it's me it will kill...
but I'm used up and we have all seen the view.
Just a few more pounds and I'll be like I should,
It's really not but I say it's all good.
I know what's wrong and what's right,
but I can't stand how my jeans are so tight.
I say I'll stop but I don't think I will,
It's in my head it's me it will kill...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jun 2011 2:11am
13th Jun 2011 2:11am
Hell
Swirling, twirling
churning and turning,
stalking up
and roughly burning.
Scolding whispers
breathed alive.
like the melted sun,
held inside.
The sunkissed sting,
that is no kiss at all,
but the devil's lips
hot and raw.
Touching and tasting
the body of sin,
leaving a scorching heat
felt within.
Hands of hell
grabbing skin,
burning again and again,
so much pain, in the end.
churning and turning,
stalking up
and roughly burning.
Scolding whispers
breathed alive.
like the melted sun,
held inside.
The sunkissed sting,
that is no kiss at all,
but the devil's lips
hot and raw.
Touching and tasting
the body of sin,
leaving a scorching heat
felt within.
Hands of hell
grabbing skin,
burning again and again,
so much pain, in the end.
649 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Apr 2011 3:02am
20th Apr 2011 3:02am
Breathe
The first breath i take after i kill you,
Will be the first breath of my life.
Will be the first breath of my life.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2011 11:17pm
21st Mar 2011 11:17pm
Goodbye, Jealousy
Hello, jealousy. It seems that we are getting to know each other on a personal level.
Although, I cannot honestly say that it is my pleasure.
I dread the awful feeling that you bring into the very core of my being.
You may have it back, it is yours to keep.
Look at what you've done to me, this monster that you have created.
I have become nothing but pure destruction,
not only to myself,
but also everyone around me.
Who could have guessed that something as small as you
could have created something like this.
You pathetic little emotion, I wish I could...
Although, I cannot honestly say that it is my pleasure.
I dread the awful feeling that you bring into the very core of my being.
You may have it back, it is yours to keep.
Look at what you've done to me, this monster that you have created.
I have become nothing but pure destruction,
not only to myself,
but also everyone around me.
Who could have guessed that something as small as you
could have created something like this.
You pathetic little emotion, I wish I could...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 1:50am
16th Mar 2011 1:50am
Nightmare
please,
oh please,
wake me from this nightmare.
i am convinced it's a curse,
used with the blackest of magic..
causing me to whither,
to wilt,
to slowly cease to exist.
am i already dead?
this feels like hell,
set on fire when my eyes lay upon you.
burning inside,
my soul is charred.
i have no energy to move,
too hurt to walk out
of this never-ending flame.
where is my savior?
which direction
is my precious way out?
leave me,
while i still have some pride,
some dignity to my name.
...
oh please,
wake me from this nightmare.
i am convinced it's a curse,
used with the blackest of magic..
causing me to whither,
to wilt,
to slowly cease to exist.
am i already dead?
this feels like hell,
set on fire when my eyes lay upon you.
burning inside,
my soul is charred.
i have no energy to move,
too hurt to walk out
of this never-ending flame.
where is my savior?
which direction
is my precious way out?
leave me,
while i still have some pride,
some dignity to my name.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2011 10:26pm
3rd Mar 2011 10:26pm
Tick, Tock.
All it takes is one time,
one hour,
minute,
second.
you know there's something more,
to hope for,
to fight for,
to love for.
But you turn the other cheek.
And in that millisecond
your eyes are ripped from your skull.
For they have laid upon
a being so evil
your pitiful soul could not withstand
such horrifying pressure
it has exerted on
your worthless being.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
your time is up.
The fiery pits of hell
open up to swallow you in.
Tears of blood won't save you now. ...
one hour,
minute,
second.
you know there's something more,
to hope for,
to fight for,
to love for.
But you turn the other cheek.
And in that millisecond
your eyes are ripped from your skull.
For they have laid upon
a being so evil
your pitiful soul could not withstand
such horrifying pressure
it has exerted on
your worthless being.
tick, tock. tick, tock.
your time is up.
The fiery pits of hell
open up to swallow you in.
Tears of blood won't save you now. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2011 10:20pm
3rd Mar 2011 10:20pm
Muse
I need a muse.
Something to fuze my mind and get me where i need to be.
We need to flee, climb up a tree, go through debri, close our eyes THEN see.
Anything to find a muse.
We see a blank canvas mirroring our blank face.
Begging, pleading to bathe her in paint.
Cover her up, for she is cold.
Give her your art to wear
So we can bere our sad lives just a little longer.
Over there out yonder,
There's someone like us,
Someone confused,
Who just might... need a muse.
Something to fuze my mind and get me where i need to be.
We need to flee, climb up a tree, go through debri, close our eyes THEN see.
Anything to find a muse.
We see a blank canvas mirroring our blank face.
Begging, pleading to bathe her in paint.
Cover her up, for she is cold.
Give her your art to wear
So we can bere our sad lives just a little longer.
Over there out yonder,
There's someone like us,
Someone confused,
Who just might... need a muse.
824 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 00:25am
1st Mar 2011 00:25am
Clean
Driftin through this life high, so very high you reach past that dark sky and grab the stars i see so very often in your eyes. what goes up must go down, it's not a trick and i'm no clown, no fool, just a tool to help you fly clean, yes clean, like those pure pure wings appending from your back. the shit will stack, and stack until you fall flat on your back, dazed by the atrocity, ferocity, and trust me democracy won't save you then. but i will. so do what you want, i'll block the taunts, and flaunt you under my arm. I'll protect that beautiful soul with all my power, until my tower of power...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2011 00:12am
1st Mar 2011 00:12am
Misery
"I'm sorry.."
I whisper into the sandy bottom of the ocean floor.
for when it comes to me,
there will be nothing more.
nothing left.
i've already been torn,
from the minds of my so-called loved ones.
an old memory of ones mind.
a mere glimpse of the past.
but not so fast!
what is that?
my heart.. beating fainter.. and fainter..
the numbing sensation of death has overcome me.
taking me out of my misery..
I whisper into the sandy bottom of the ocean floor.
for when it comes to me,
there will be nothing more.
nothing left.
i've already been torn,
from the minds of my so-called loved ones.
an old memory of ones mind.
a mere glimpse of the past.
but not so fast!
what is that?
my heart.. beating fainter.. and fainter..
the numbing sensation of death has overcome me.
taking me out of my misery..
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2011 10:16pm
27th Feb 2011 10:16pm
fear me
what are we doing? no, what am i doing?
let me make this clear so all can hear and fear me as they should.
i only have one thing to lose and she's already lost.
so judge me, i dare you.
call me what you haterz want, cuz i'm just warmin up.
your taunts hardly haunt me, sly remarks just fly on by.
look in my eye and see a masochistic, unrealistic, fuck-up
who wants what she can't have.
well what i want is that delicate girl i see every day
but she's untouchable,
so very lustable,
the perfect mirage,
the beautiful nightmare i see when i close my...
let me make this clear so all can hear and fear me as they should.
i only have one thing to lose and she's already lost.
so judge me, i dare you.
call me what you haterz want, cuz i'm just warmin up.
your taunts hardly haunt me, sly remarks just fly on by.
look in my eye and see a masochistic, unrealistic, fuck-up
who wants what she can't have.
well what i want is that delicate girl i see every day
but she's untouchable,
so very lustable,
the perfect mirage,
the beautiful nightmare i see when i close my...
847 reads
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