Submissions by maggot1148 (Conqueror Worm)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry keeps me semi-sane.
Felo-de-se
Who can surcease my pitiful sorrow
Before the mourning of tomorrow
I envy those who
Can dissever themselves
From the grip of beguiling things
The austere disposition of the world
Permeates my absinthe colored soul
The connotation of my name
Now seems synonomous with morbidity and depression
I can't imagine a life
Without all this fucking turmoil
The conniptions in my life
Are for sure deserved
Why don't I just end my pathetic life
I'll do it with grace and decorum ...
Before the mourning of tomorrow
I envy those who
Can dissever themselves
From the grip of beguiling things
The austere disposition of the world
Permeates my absinthe colored soul
The connotation of my name
Now seems synonomous with morbidity and depression
I can't imagine a life
Without all this fucking turmoil
The conniptions in my life
Are for sure deserved
Why don't I just end my pathetic life
I'll do it with grace and decorum ...
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A Manic-Depressive Sonnet
This squalid, dank atmosphere poisons me
Its carcinogens are unlike tar smoke
More, the ignorance portray'ed by thee
Familiar in that it makes me choke
Its a social cancer that I abhor
The vernacular is ethereal
But you articulate like a wild boar
No emotion, antibacterial
My bitter lexicon, superior
I may be psychopathological
But my judgement isn't inferior
Your acquaintance would be illogical
You will find that I am this entity
Self dissociative identity
Its carcinogens are unlike tar smoke
More, the ignorance portray'ed by thee
Familiar in that it makes me choke
Its a social cancer that I abhor
The vernacular is ethereal
But you articulate like a wild boar
No emotion, antibacterial
My bitter lexicon, superior
I may be psychopathological
But my judgement isn't inferior
Your acquaintance would be illogical
You will find that I am this entity
Self dissociative identity
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Lost Cause (I'm Your Martyr)
Sacrifice me on your altar of bones
I'll be the one to sanctify your home
My death will be sweet
My death will be quick
The thought of your suffering makes me sick
The blood runs down a scepter of sorts
I find strange beauty in the way it contorts
As the light fades from my dreary eyes
I feel the cold reign of death on the rise
Make a wish quick, before this blood is wasted
Don't turn back now, you'll know how it tasted
Dip the quill in the blood of the fallen
Sign your name, and save yourself from the pain
Seal the...
I'll be the one to sanctify your home
My death will be sweet
My death will be quick
The thought of your suffering makes me sick
The blood runs down a scepter of sorts
I find strange beauty in the way it contorts
As the light fades from my dreary eyes
I feel the cold reign of death on the rise
Make a wish quick, before this blood is wasted
Don't turn back now, you'll know how it tasted
Dip the quill in the blood of the fallen
Sign your name, and save yourself from the pain
Seal the...
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Lashing Out
The devilish fiend approaches his misguided pawns
At that moment the realization dawns
The ones who he once thought friends
Were the ones who betrayed him in the end
He turns to the nearest
Whom he holds the dearest
Withdraws his blade from its sheath
And beheads the man with no sense beneath
His wrath is unbridled
His malice untamed
The rivers run red with the blood of the shamed
The corpses of thousands stretch out before him
His pride embellishes the thought of his own sin
The cannibalistic nature of the beast...
At that moment the realization dawns
The ones who he once thought friends
Were the ones who betrayed him in the end
He turns to the nearest
Whom he holds the dearest
Withdraws his blade from its sheath
And beheads the man with no sense beneath
His wrath is unbridled
His malice untamed
The rivers run red with the blood of the shamed
The corpses of thousands stretch out before him
His pride embellishes the thought of his own sin
The cannibalistic nature of the beast...
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Masochist(Institutionalized)
Steal me away from this place in the dirt
Take me afar from the sadist that hurts
Straight jacket friends and white shirted men
Try to make me all better again
I bleed out the so called virus that kills
Only to contract the disease that thrills
The rush, the high, the feelings of pain
I'm coming to find I miss it again
Take me to the place I secretly adore
Because around here its just such a big bore
To with hold me from pain is the most painful it seems
I'm starting to like my more fucked up dreams
I see no reason to stray...
Take me afar from the sadist that hurts
Straight jacket friends and white shirted men
Try to make me all better again
I bleed out the so called virus that kills
Only to contract the disease that thrills
The rush, the high, the feelings of pain
I'm coming to find I miss it again
Take me to the place I secretly adore
Because around here its just such a big bore
To with hold me from pain is the most painful it seems
I'm starting to like my more fucked up dreams
I see no reason to stray...
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I am(Heathen)
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Silence
I know not of where I'm going, only where I have been
Light this fire in my heart. So it may light the path of the future
Only to be extinguished by the workings of another.
Stolen from the very ashes of the fire from which I drew warmth
Her blood runs freely through the river cut into the wrists that support her
As she dies, I see myself in her shadow, haunted by the mistakes of her judgement
The cold, serated steel that was drawn across her tender flesh mocks me
Her blood and my tears mix in a draught of despair, tinged with turmoil
A despair as...
Light this fire in my heart. So it may light the path of the future
Only to be extinguished by the workings of another.
Stolen from the very ashes of the fire from which I drew warmth
Her blood runs freely through the river cut into the wrists that support her
As she dies, I see myself in her shadow, haunted by the mistakes of her judgement
The cold, serated steel that was drawn across her tender flesh mocks me
Her blood and my tears mix in a draught of despair, tinged with turmoil
A despair as...
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Purpose
My thoughts are smeared across this empty page
Little scrollings and symbols represent the very essence I breath
The paper bleeds as I scratch my pen across it
The ink spreads as my thoughts begin to bloom
My purpose is unclear, but my motives are crystal
I write to remember, I write to forget
Venting hatred and rekindling compassion
Wonderfully exposed and at the same time secret
My life is seldom perfect, but then again no one's is
We try to make the best of it but rarely succeed
In the end, its my writing that keeps me sane
I work to...
Little scrollings and symbols represent the very essence I breath
The paper bleeds as I scratch my pen across it
The ink spreads as my thoughts begin to bloom
My purpose is unclear, but my motives are crystal
I write to remember, I write to forget
Venting hatred and rekindling compassion
Wonderfully exposed and at the same time secret
My life is seldom perfect, but then again no one's is
We try to make the best of it but rarely succeed
In the end, its my writing that keeps me sane
I work to...
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Knocking
I realize your real eyes are deserted and dead
But humor me and pay attention to what is rarely said
Something important. What is it you ask?
Shut your fucking mouth and then you would know
Listen please, to what I have to say
There you go again, you just threw it away
Why should I even give you a chance?
Your cruelty is proven by this circumstance
I won't give you satisfaction for your ignorance
I'll laugh at your pitiful attempt at masochistic penance
Tell yourself you've done good, opened my eyes to your faith
But you've only...
But humor me and pay attention to what is rarely said
Something important. What is it you ask?
Shut your fucking mouth and then you would know
Listen please, to what I have to say
There you go again, you just threw it away
Why should I even give you a chance?
Your cruelty is proven by this circumstance
I won't give you satisfaction for your ignorance
I'll laugh at your pitiful attempt at masochistic penance
Tell yourself you've done good, opened my eyes to your faith
But you've only...
859 reads
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Campaign of Fear
Plaster faces painted on fragile features
Arrogant, ignorant smiles mask secret fears
Motives are obscured by promise of healing and hope
Feed hate and preach fear, like maggots they writhe
Wrung out brains are beaten against the altar
Like drugs they numb the thoughts, rendering the mind useless for logic
Kept in line with hollow, meaningless threats
Their congregations are no place for reason, only for blind faith
Mindless and numb they roam like sheep, herded by an abusive shepherd
Clumsy and feeble, they stumble with no spine to...
Arrogant, ignorant smiles mask secret fears
Motives are obscured by promise of healing and hope
Feed hate and preach fear, like maggots they writhe
Wrung out brains are beaten against the altar
Like drugs they numb the thoughts, rendering the mind useless for logic
Kept in line with hollow, meaningless threats
Their congregations are no place for reason, only for blind faith
Mindless and numb they roam like sheep, herded by an abusive shepherd
Clumsy and feeble, they stumble with no spine to...
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Leave Me Alone
I lied again
I lied so that I could be hurt
So that I could continue to live
So that I could feel something... anything.
You see
Happiness isn't everything
Sadness is often better
Because sadness is true
It doesn't fade.
It's always there.
Repressed but always waiting.
Happiness is a cheap emotion.
It doesn't fuel itself in the way sadness does.
It burns out like a dying flame
With nothing to rekindle the ashes.
I lied so that I could be hurt
So that I could continue to live
So that I could feel something... anything.
You see
Happiness isn't everything
Sadness is often better
Because sadness is true
It doesn't fade.
It's always there.
Repressed but always waiting.
Happiness is a cheap emotion.
It doesn't fuel itself in the way sadness does.
It burns out like a dying flame
With nothing to rekindle the ashes.
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Mistress Misery
The smell of the perfume you wear
The color of the ribbon in your hair
The way you laugh
The way you smile
These are the things that I force myself to love
You are perfect, but only in my tainted eyes
Only on the surface
I can not force myself to look deeper
In fear of uncovering a hidden flaw
On the surface, you are beautiful
Beneath, you are ugly
But these are the nuances that I will never notice
Every part of you, every fiber, I only ever obsessively fixate upon.
Your body is an ocean
Your mind is a black hole.
I am...
The color of the ribbon in your hair
The way you laugh
The way you smile
These are the things that I force myself to love
You are perfect, but only in my tainted eyes
Only on the surface
I can not force myself to look deeper
In fear of uncovering a hidden flaw
On the surface, you are beautiful
Beneath, you are ugly
But these are the nuances that I will never notice
Every part of you, every fiber, I only ever obsessively fixate upon.
Your body is an ocean
Your mind is a black hole.
I am...
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