Submissions by lexiboodabear
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a dark poet... Yeah c:
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 3:27pm
3rd Feb 2015 3:27pm
Jealousy
Jealousy laced with possessory,
Ripping into this thing called me.
She’s like a porcelain doll,
But you kiss,
You kiss those poison lips.
For I may be jealousy laced with possessory,
But she will make you pain laced with insanity.
Ripping into this thing called me.
She’s like a porcelain doll,
But you kiss,
You kiss those poison lips.
For I may be jealousy laced with possessory,
But she will make you pain laced with insanity.
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2015 3:26pm
3rd Feb 2015 3:26pm
You're Not Real
I can feel it.
The walls are closing in.
I'm trapped.
You wouldn't realize I'm dreaming.
It isn't real,
But it is real,
My mind,
Makes me think it might be.
The air is tight and stale
Suffocating me.
Perhaps someone is smothering me.
I mean,
I'm asleep right?
I hold my hands against these tight walls,
They seem to be tightening
Pushing against me.
I can feel everything
How is this possible?
I'm not awake.
This is all fake
Nothing happened,
Yet, I'm feeling all of it....
The walls are closing in.
I'm trapped.
You wouldn't realize I'm dreaming.
It isn't real,
But it is real,
My mind,
Makes me think it might be.
The air is tight and stale
Suffocating me.
Perhaps someone is smothering me.
I mean,
I'm asleep right?
I hold my hands against these tight walls,
They seem to be tightening
Pushing against me.
I can feel everything
How is this possible?
I'm not awake.
This is all fake
Nothing happened,
Yet, I'm feeling all of it....
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 10:24pm
29th Jan 2015 10:24pm
Love.
Love,
What a strange thing.
Like snow in August,
Seems to be impossible.
Yet many people
Sucumb to its sensual ways.
Falling often for beauty,
Instead of wits.
It’s almost like an assassin enters you,
Playing your heart like a violin,
Pulling on each string gracefully.
But eventually his arms become tired,
And fall,
Ripping down the strings of love painfully.
Leaving you defenseless,
For when he regains his strength,
He will attack.
Slicing every emotion in his way.
Making tears...
What a strange thing.
Like snow in August,
Seems to be impossible.
Yet many people
Sucumb to its sensual ways.
Falling often for beauty,
Instead of wits.
It’s almost like an assassin enters you,
Playing your heart like a violin,
Pulling on each string gracefully.
But eventually his arms become tired,
And fall,
Ripping down the strings of love painfully.
Leaving you defenseless,
For when he regains his strength,
He will attack.
Slicing every emotion in his way.
Making tears...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Jan 2015 10:23pm
29th Jan 2015 10:23pm
Suffication
font=Times New Roman]The air is intoxicating,
And malodorous.
I feel it suffocating me,
It saddens me.
Makes me feel nothing,
But nothing is a feeling beyond complex,
Because nothing is something,
And something is not nothing.
I can feel the air,
Tightening around me like a fist fighting death.
I can feel I----
Nothing.
And malodorous.
I feel it suffocating me,
It saddens me.
Makes me feel nothing,
But nothing is a feeling beyond complex,
Because nothing is something,
And something is not nothing.
I can feel the air,
Tightening around me like a fist fighting death.
I can feel I----
Nothing.
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jan 2015 11:02pm
28th Jan 2015 11:02pm
Demons... (Depression.)
On her bed,
Is where she cries.
She is fighting many demons,
Dying inside.
Soundless tears,
Run down her face.
Like racecar drivers,
In a high speed race.
She bites her tongue,
Holding back a sob.
As depression hugs her,
Like a worried mom.
She wonders why,
She feels this pain
Then questions why she hasn’t gone insane.
She ignores her thoughts
Pretends to worry no more,
The pushes open her bedroom door.
Then she waits in the open,
For the demons to come once more.
Is where she cries.
She is fighting many demons,
Dying inside.
Soundless tears,
Run down her face.
Like racecar drivers,
In a high speed race.
She bites her tongue,
Holding back a sob.
As depression hugs her,
Like a worried mom.
She wonders why,
She feels this pain
Then questions why she hasn’t gone insane.
She ignores her thoughts
Pretends to worry no more,
The pushes open her bedroom door.
Then she waits in the open,
For the demons to come once more.
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