Submissions by lilbrokenbaby
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2010 4:47pm
16th Apr 2010 4:47pm
Consensual Death
I'm so sick of living.
Just kill me.
Murder me.
You know you want to.
You know you want to see me squirm and then, go limp.
You want this.
You are slowly killing me. Why not just get it over with.
What is it about me that just "tears you apart". Huh?
What is it?
Is it my body?
Cause if its that. I can change it.
Is it my mind?
If its that. I wont bug you with my problems anymore.
I wont tell you what's wrong. You wont take care of me.
I will take care of you.
I am giving you me. Thats all I have. So take it and do what...
Just kill me.
Murder me.
You know you want to.
You know you want to see me squirm and then, go limp.
You want this.
You are slowly killing me. Why not just get it over with.
What is it about me that just "tears you apart". Huh?
What is it?
Is it my body?
Cause if its that. I can change it.
Is it my mind?
If its that. I wont bug you with my problems anymore.
I wont tell you what's wrong. You wont take care of me.
I will take care of you.
I am giving you me. Thats all I have. So take it and do what...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2010 3:48pm
16th Apr 2010 3:48pm
Stab Me With Your Words
If you want me dead.. Kill me with a knife
If you want me dead.. Don't kill me with emotions
Don't make me do it myself.. Save me the time
I'm tired of this.. I want to die
Do it quick.. And don't hold back
I can't take this anymore
I'll give anything to be with you.. But make up your mind
I mean I'm all for being used.. But could you just give me a little break
I need to rest..
Give me one year.
That's what I need.
I need time to breath.
That's all i need.
If you want me dead.. Don't kill me with emotions
Don't make me do it myself.. Save me the time
I'm tired of this.. I want to die
Do it quick.. And don't hold back
I can't take this anymore
I'll give anything to be with you.. But make up your mind
I mean I'm all for being used.. But could you just give me a little break
I need to rest..
Give me one year.
That's what I need.
I need time to breath.
That's all i need.
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Apr 2010 00:44am
14th Apr 2010 00:44am
Stolen
You see the smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes,
But you think everything is O.K.
Its not.
I want to cry
I want to scream in her face
I want to tell her she is wrong
I cant be without you
You saved me from a horrible life
And now she's talking you away from me
She doesn't like me and she doesn't have to
But risking someone's life just to spare your daughter the world is crazy!
Does she not understand that i love you so much and that your like a sister to me?
Does she not understand that without you my day sucks!
She doesn't.
Ok well,...
But you think everything is O.K.
Its not.
I want to cry
I want to scream in her face
I want to tell her she is wrong
I cant be without you
You saved me from a horrible life
And now she's talking you away from me
She doesn't like me and she doesn't have to
But risking someone's life just to spare your daughter the world is crazy!
Does she not understand that i love you so much and that your like a sister to me?
Does she not understand that without you my day sucks!
She doesn't.
Ok well,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Apr 2010 8:55pm
12th Apr 2010 8:55pm
Satisfaction
Why is that not enough for him?
Why is my love not enough satisfaction?
What? Me playing with your temptation cant be funny?
I cant ever play with you?
is that it because if me messing around with you kills your heart, FINE. I wont ever play with you again
i wont ever let my playful side be released
i will always be serious if thats what it take to please you my master
i just don't understand why you get to play with me and my emotions
I don't get mad at you for tempting me
i don't give you mean looks and yell at you. Do I?
Did i ever get mad at you...
Why is my love not enough satisfaction?
What? Me playing with your temptation cant be funny?
I cant ever play with you?
is that it because if me messing around with you kills your heart, FINE. I wont ever play with you again
i wont ever let my playful side be released
i will always be serious if thats what it take to please you my master
i just don't understand why you get to play with me and my emotions
I don't get mad at you for tempting me
i don't give you mean looks and yell at you. Do I?
Did i ever get mad at you...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Apr 2010 8:10am
9th Apr 2010 8:10am
The Breaking Point
Isit, patiently waiting, wondering when we will break and jump, on that little nasty couch. I wait, and watch out of the corner of my almond shaped eyes. He lets out a little but noticable whimper. I smile. He sees me as a little, taunting, mistress of temtation. I look to him. He begs to me stop, but, there is nothing I can do but cover up my whole enitre body. He is so drawn to me. I would have to hide my scent, cover my brown-green eyes, and not breath. Only then would he be ok. He would be mad later, but he would be ok for a while. But no. Thats not me. I dont hide from temptation. I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2010 9:54pm
7th Apr 2010 9:54pm
Hell
i still have that feeling
you know
the feeling you get when the one special person walks by
the butterflies
i get them when i think about him
i get them when i see him
i get those stupid little butterflies when he strokes my face before i fall into the never ending pit of his love
I sort-of hate those butterflies
because it ruins the surprise of my love
it ruins it
i know he loves me by the way he looks at me
he cant see that from my eyes
i tell him
but when he sees me shiver when i see him
he knows its a shiver from those stupid little...
you know
the feeling you get when the one special person walks by
the butterflies
i get them when i think about him
i get them when i see him
i get those stupid little butterflies when he strokes my face before i fall into the never ending pit of his love
I sort-of hate those butterflies
because it ruins the surprise of my love
it ruins it
i know he loves me by the way he looks at me
he cant see that from my eyes
i tell him
but when he sees me shiver when i see him
he knows its a shiver from those stupid little...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2010 9:52am
5th Apr 2010 9:52am
Effects
I, for some reason, feel as if I am a child again... but not reliving my past. No. Just starting over as a pure child in this time. As I look up into those eyes, feeling as I have done something wrong, I feel as if I am a mere four year-old asking for forgivness. But why? Why would I ask forgivness when I have commited not a single wrong doing against this person? Maybe it is because I feel as though I have known this person all of my life, but are just now meeting them honestly. Maybe I need to apologize for something that only my sub-conscience remembers. Maybe, just maybe...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Mar 2010 11:50pm
14th Mar 2010 11:50pm
In My Shoes
I want him to go through everything he put us through. I want him to cry himself to sleep every night and be scared to be alone, without your mom or friends to help you, just in case his dad had one too many. And I want him to be hit everyday and threatened that he will be killed or broken or worse. I want him to be given away to a family who would let all of this happen just because he was a different child when he was younger. I want him to feel as unloved as I did. I want him to feel all the pain of everything that happened to me when I was beaten and molested or when I had to run away...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 3:25am
10th Mar 2010 3:25am
Something More
I gaze at the beautiful red dripping line in front of my eyes
My mouth... starts to glisten with moisture
My sharp fangs, slicing into the skin of my love once more.
He likes it, I know he does. Even though he squirms and squeals... His hands are still searching my body. His body is still pressed to mine. He wants this.
I force my teeth deeper and deeper into the succulent flesh of his beautiful body.
His muscles tensing and then loosening over and over. It feels amazing against my naked skin.
Every part of him... pushed up to me.
And then... he...
My mouth... starts to glisten with moisture
My sharp fangs, slicing into the skin of my love once more.
He likes it, I know he does. Even though he squirms and squeals... His hands are still searching my body. His body is still pressed to mine. He wants this.
I force my teeth deeper and deeper into the succulent flesh of his beautiful body.
His muscles tensing and then loosening over and over. It feels amazing against my naked skin.
Every part of him... pushed up to me.
And then... he...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2010 1:19am
10th Feb 2010 1:19am
Literal Addiction
Bloody fingers are in store for me
The thought haunts my soul
Just one cut will do for a while
Just until I get it back
I need that satisfaction of love
Just once more.
The thought haunts my soul
Just one cut will do for a while
Just until I get it back
I need that satisfaction of love
Just once more.
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2010 11:54pm
2nd Feb 2010 11:54pm
Revenge
I'm dying on the inside
Letting it show on the outside
This can't be a reality
It seems so fake
Who would do this?
When you know of love, how could you take it from others?
How could you make people suffer so?
How?
I don't understand...
They seemed so nice,
So forgiving
Thier fake
I have noticed that now
I have seen thier plots of sabatoge
I have seen thier hearts
Thier cold, hard hearts
I have to pinch myself every now and then to see if I'm not dreaming
It's time
For the blood to be...
Letting it show on the outside
This can't be a reality
It seems so fake
Who would do this?
When you know of love, how could you take it from others?
How could you make people suffer so?
How?
I don't understand...
They seemed so nice,
So forgiving
Thier fake
I have noticed that now
I have seen thier plots of sabatoge
I have seen thier hearts
Thier cold, hard hearts
I have to pinch myself every now and then to see if I'm not dreaming
It's time
For the blood to be...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2010 3:47am
2nd Feb 2010 3:47am
Break Free
The scares,
the shakes,
and the bars.
These things hold me from you,
these people hold us back from all we can be.
We need a solitary place without them,
we need time,
we need eachother.
When your ready, I'm here.
I'm ready to go.
To leave this disgusting place.
These people don't love us,
they don't want us to be together.
They want to make us suffer.
They want to kill us,
kill our souls,
break our hearts,
and burry our spirits.
the shakes,
and the bars.
These things hold me from you,
these people hold us back from all we can be.
We need a solitary place without them,
we need time,
we need eachother.
When your ready, I'm here.
I'm ready to go.
To leave this disgusting place.
These people don't love us,
they don't want us to be together.
They want to make us suffer.
They want to kill us,
kill our souls,
break our hearts,
and burry our spirits.
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