Submissions by lonelymaiden
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2010 9:45pm
26th Mar 2010 9:45pm
Open Eyes
Eyes open for the first time,
I can see the truth of my world.
And it makes me want to cry.
I can see the truth of my world.
And it makes me want to cry.
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2010 11:58am
25th Mar 2010 11:58am
The Walls
Noises coming from the walls.
No ones hears it but me.
Bu oh the noises from the walls.
They raise such a racket,
the noises from the walls.
People say I am crazy,
but there are noises coming from thoes wallls.
People can not hear it
but a noise thatthe wall does produce
Till my ears bleed in pain,
from the noises from the walls.
You say I am crazy.
That the walls are not making a sound.
Yet come and take a listen,
and you shall hear the noises from the walls.
No ones hears it but me.
Bu oh the noises from the walls.
They raise such a racket,
the noises from the walls.
People say I am crazy,
but there are noises coming from thoes wallls.
People can not hear it
but a noise thatthe wall does produce
Till my ears bleed in pain,
from the noises from the walls.
You say I am crazy.
That the walls are not making a sound.
Yet come and take a listen,
and you shall hear the noises from the walls.
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2010 11:54am
25th Mar 2010 11:54am
Vampire Pain
Time passes,
days turn to nights.
Seasons change,
coming and going.
Yet I do not change.
I remain the same.
The seconds tick by,
yet my life never moves.
Still is my life clock.
For me the seconds never pass by.
I am stuck.
The wheels of my life clock jammed.
I shall live till the end of days.
Seeing everyone around me grow old and die,
when I can not.
Yet yearn to die I do.
Everyday that passes by is like another curse.
For my entire life is a curse.
The curse of a vampire.
days turn to nights.
Seasons change,
coming and going.
Yet I do not change.
I remain the same.
The seconds tick by,
yet my life never moves.
Still is my life clock.
For me the seconds never pass by.
I am stuck.
The wheels of my life clock jammed.
I shall live till the end of days.
Seeing everyone around me grow old and die,
when I can not.
Yet yearn to die I do.
Everyday that passes by is like another curse.
For my entire life is a curse.
The curse of a vampire.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 6:50pm
5th Mar 2010 6:50pm
My Demon
Run run run as fast as you can.
For no matter how fast you run
I will catch you
You can run faster than the wind
but I will get you
For I am within in you
I am the crazed thoughts you think at night
The anger that boils right under your skin.
There is nothing you can do to get away from me
For I am a part of you that will never leave.
We shall be one till the day that you die.
For no matter how fast you run
I will catch you
You can run faster than the wind
but I will get you
For I am within in you
I am the crazed thoughts you think at night
The anger that boils right under your skin.
There is nothing you can do to get away from me
For I am a part of you that will never leave.
We shall be one till the day that you die.
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Mar 2010 4:15pm
5th Mar 2010 4:15pm
Sleep Fair Maiden
Sleep fair maiden,
lay your head down
rest your weary eyes.
Slip into sweet dreams
of brave knights
saving fair damzels in distress.
Into a world were
no wrong can be done.
That is where I shall
claim you for my own.
It is in your dreams
when you are most vulnerable.
So it is in your dreams
that I will claim you.
Sneak into your dreams,
fit myself in as the knight.
Then when your guard is down
and you feel safe in my arms,
that is when I shall attack.
Transforming your sweet dream
into a terrible nightmare....
lay your head down
rest your weary eyes.
Slip into sweet dreams
of brave knights
saving fair damzels in distress.
Into a world were
no wrong can be done.
That is where I shall
claim you for my own.
It is in your dreams
when you are most vulnerable.
So it is in your dreams
that I will claim you.
Sneak into your dreams,
fit myself in as the knight.
Then when your guard is down
and you feel safe in my arms,
that is when I shall attack.
Transforming your sweet dream
into a terrible nightmare....
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2010 3:42pm
3rd Mar 2010 3:42pm
The End
It hurts too much
The pain I feel paralyzes me
I can not move my body
Nor can I scream for help
I am trapped in the haze of my pain
My mind fills with dark thoughts
Voices tell me to end it all
Telling me it would be better
For everyone including me If I was to just die
Still they whisper in my ear
Insisting dying is the right path
Promising me it will not hurt
All I have to do is let go Let the blod drain out
Through the gashes on my arms
And so I do, I let go
Then all is still, there is no pain.
The pain I feel paralyzes me
I can not move my body
Nor can I scream for help
I am trapped in the haze of my pain
My mind fills with dark thoughts
Voices tell me to end it all
Telling me it would be better
For everyone including me If I was to just die
Still they whisper in my ear
Insisting dying is the right path
Promising me it will not hurt
All I have to do is let go Let the blod drain out
Through the gashes on my arms
And so I do, I let go
Then all is still, there is no pain.
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2010 3:18pm
3rd Feb 2010 3:18pm
Music
Sweet melodies fill my head,
Lifting my spirits,
Helping me to soar
The music fills my soul
Moving me with its melody
Music is my drug of choice
I can not go one day
Without hearing some sort of music
it is what makes any day
a day lived fulfilled.
Lifting my spirits,
Helping me to soar
The music fills my soul
Moving me with its melody
Music is my drug of choice
I can not go one day
Without hearing some sort of music
it is what makes any day
a day lived fulfilled.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2010 3:06pm
3rd Feb 2010 3:06pm
NO MUSIC! ! !
Can you imagine a world without music?
No music, none whatsoever
Think of how empty most things would be
You would not have any good commercials
And the movie world would implode
Without the mood and background
Music that it so heavily relies on
To set the mood or to enhance the emotions in a scene
then what about our day to day life.
What would happen if you never heard music?
I for one would not be able to stand it
Music is a form of expression form me
A sort of release from the day to day problems
To think that music would not be there...
No music, none whatsoever
Think of how empty most things would be
You would not have any good commercials
And the movie world would implode
Without the mood and background
Music that it so heavily relies on
To set the mood or to enhance the emotions in a scene
then what about our day to day life.
What would happen if you never heard music?
I for one would not be able to stand it
Music is a form of expression form me
A sort of release from the day to day problems
To think that music would not be there...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2010 10:43pm
24th Jan 2010 10:43pm
So Do You?
So you think there is a God or gods and goddesses who let little kids be murdered and raped?
Who sits back as people die and suffer in war and everyday life.
Some sort of being who does nothing to help the millions upon millions of suffering souls around the world.
Do you still have faith?
Who sits back as people die and suffer in war and everyday life.
Some sort of being who does nothing to help the millions upon millions of suffering souls around the world.
Do you still have faith?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2010 4:25pm
22nd Jan 2010 4:25pm
WHY!
Is there a point to any of this.
A reason for our life
Or what we are supposed to do with it.
Because right now I do not see any rhyme or reason to any of this.
As of right now I do not see any reason for me to go on living.
Because it all seems to end up in my suffering followed by my death
And then there is nothing.
I am dead buried in the ground and I am no more.
So what does it matter what I do in my life
What will it matter if I do good or if I do evil.
In the end there is no punishment for what I do.
For in the end I will die
In the end I...
A reason for our life
Or what we are supposed to do with it.
Because right now I do not see any rhyme or reason to any of this.
As of right now I do not see any reason for me to go on living.
Because it all seems to end up in my suffering followed by my death
And then there is nothing.
I am dead buried in the ground and I am no more.
So what does it matter what I do in my life
What will it matter if I do good or if I do evil.
In the end there is no punishment for what I do.
For in the end I will die
In the end I...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jan 2010 3:01am
21st Jan 2010 3:01am
The Truth
So I can not take this any more
Her shit is driving me to the edge.
Till the point where I want to end it
But fuck it I will not end it over her.
She is not worth it
Fuck her.
Her shit is driving me to the edge.
Till the point where I want to end it
But fuck it I will not end it over her.
She is not worth it
Fuck her.
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2009 4:07pm
23rd Dec 2009 4:07pm
Daddy
There are some times when your memory still haunts me.
When I swear and curse at your names, and all that goes along with it.
It is those times that I realizes exactly what it is you have done to me.
You have left me here alone, a lost girl with out her dad.
Even worse than leaving me you have taken the thing I thought I would always have,
The presences and love of my little sister.
You took her from me and coaxed her into believing that I was the evil one.
Now she does not even wish to see me let alone talk to me, and it is all your fault.
So no I do not think...
When I swear and curse at your names, and all that goes along with it.
It is those times that I realizes exactly what it is you have done to me.
You have left me here alone, a lost girl with out her dad.
Even worse than leaving me you have taken the thing I thought I would always have,
The presences and love of my little sister.
You took her from me and coaxed her into believing that I was the evil one.
Now she does not even wish to see me let alone talk to me, and it is all your fault.
So no I do not think...
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