Submissions by lived96 (Nnyl Rengaw)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a poet...that's pretty much it. And I'm not a good one.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 1:03pm
23rd Apr 2012 1:03pm
Number 4
WArning: If you have not read "Old Habbits" then "The First Cut" then "Blood Starts Running" do NOT READ THIS!!!
As the blade starts dancing agsin,
I watch the blood slowly stop running,
And I think of the one I'm not proud for.
I want this to be over with...so I deliver the final cut.
IIII. Four
This one didn't hurt...it ticked.
Then I relized why it didn't.
My whole hand was numb due to the lack of blood.
The final cut. The one I'm not proud of.
How quickly I didn't love her.
One second I loved her,the...
As the blade starts dancing agsin,
I watch the blood slowly stop running,
And I think of the one I'm not proud for.
I want this to be over with...so I deliver the final cut.
IIII. Four
This one didn't hurt...it ticked.
Then I relized why it didn't.
My whole hand was numb due to the lack of blood.
The final cut. The one I'm not proud of.
How quickly I didn't love her.
One second I loved her,the...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 12:50pm
20th Apr 2012 12:50pm
Blood Starts Running
Waring: If you have not read "Old Habbits" then "The First Cut" do NOT READ THIS!!!
Rage building up inside,
The thought of her,
But before I knew it,
III. Two more cuts.
The pain was so intense,
I dropped the blde.
Then I saw it.
Blood. Finally the blood started running.
When I saw it,I...
Laughed...so much I couldn't catch my breath.
Then I started to think.
Two cuts. Two more "acomplishments."
The second one.
I stared writing poems...like this one,
For her...but they weren't...
Rage building up inside,
The thought of her,
But before I knew it,
III. Two more cuts.
The pain was so intense,
I dropped the blde.
Then I saw it.
Blood. Finally the blood started running.
When I saw it,I...
Laughed...so much I couldn't catch my breath.
Then I started to think.
Two cuts. Two more "acomplishments."
The second one.
I stared writing poems...like this one,
For her...but they weren't...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2012 1:07pm
19th Apr 2012 1:07pm
The First Cut
Waring if you have not read "Old Habbits" do not read this poem!!!
I
One.
The first cut in years,
And the pain feels so...familiar.
As I look at the fresh cut,
I relize that there is no blood,
But for some strange reason,
I want to bleed.
The first cut.
It means I kept her for almost Four months,
I know that's not long but...
Before I couldn't keep a girl for two weeks.
One down. Three to go.
Three more "acomplishments" to go.
So far no blood.
Not enough pain.
Too much depression.
I
One.
The first cut in years,
And the pain feels so...familiar.
As I look at the fresh cut,
I relize that there is no blood,
But for some strange reason,
I want to bleed.
The first cut.
It means I kept her for almost Four months,
I know that's not long but...
Before I couldn't keep a girl for two weeks.
One down. Three to go.
Three more "acomplishments" to go.
So far no blood.
Not enough pain.
Too much depression.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 1:05pm
18th Apr 2012 1:05pm
Old Habbits
She meant so much to me.
And now that it's over,
I can't help but to go back to old habbits.
In my right hand is a blade,
Dancing around my fingers,
Waiting so that it can go back to old habbits.
As the blade dances,
I can't help but remember,
What we did together.
Suddenly the blade stops,
Ready to start up old habbits,
And I'm still thinking about her.
Four things I've never done,
I've done with her,
And I'm proud.[/font]
Now I want to remember these "acomplishments,"
And I want other people to...
And now that it's over,
I can't help but to go back to old habbits.
In my right hand is a blade,
Dancing around my fingers,
Waiting so that it can go back to old habbits.
As the blade dances,
I can't help but remember,
What we did together.
Suddenly the blade stops,
Ready to start up old habbits,
And I'm still thinking about her.
Four things I've never done,
I've done with her,
And I'm proud.[/font]
Now I want to remember these "acomplishments,"
And I want other people to...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2012 00:03am
15th Apr 2012 00:03am
Last Breath
As I lay in this bed,
Hoping my pain will end.
And you stand above me with a knife in your hand,
Hehe...are you glad your free?
But in my hand is a gun with one bullet in the chamber,
You better start running because your in danger.
Unaware of the gun,
You turn around and start to run.
But your little heroic act is futile,
Cause here in a moment your blood will run with the tile.
Now my vision starts to fade,
And you disappear in the shade.
But that doesn't stop me,
BANG...I...
Hoping my pain will end.
And you stand above me with a knife in your hand,
Hehe...are you glad your free?
But in my hand is a gun with one bullet in the chamber,
You better start running because your in danger.
Unaware of the gun,
You turn around and start to run.
But your little heroic act is futile,
Cause here in a moment your blood will run with the tile.
Now my vision starts to fade,
And you disappear in the shade.
But that doesn't stop me,
BANG...I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 1:11pm
13th Apr 2012 1:11pm
Love is Evol
Love.
What is it?
Is it a feeling in the heart?
A chemical process in the brain?
Fake?
All of these are right.
Love is just an emotion.
I thought I loved someone befor.
But I was wrong. It blew up in my face.
Love is evil.
Spell i backwards and you'll know.
Now if you think your in love,
Your wrong.
Your friends are wronge.
I was wrong.
Love is Evil
It's fake.
And we don't need it.
Unless someone can prove me wrong.
But I've been through it all
And there is nothing you can do to change my mind....
What is it?
Is it a feeling in the heart?
A chemical process in the brain?
Fake?
All of these are right.
Love is just an emotion.
I thought I loved someone befor.
But I was wrong. It blew up in my face.
Love is evil.
Spell i backwards and you'll know.
Now if you think your in love,
Your wrong.
Your friends are wronge.
I was wrong.
Love is Evil
It's fake.
And we don't need it.
Unless someone can prove me wrong.
But I've been through it all
And there is nothing you can do to change my mind....
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