Submissions by maria (IRK)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I try to write but then I go back and read what I wrote and realize I kind of suck. I'm really not as smart as I thought
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2011 5:00am
9th Oct 2011 5:00am
Starving
It replays in her head
every night.
She was ripped of her
childhood and innocence.
Violated by the sin of another.
A man's lust,
committing a sick scene.
Again, and again,
she goes back into time,
a four year old child.
A sensation meant to feel beautiful,
now feels cold, dark and painful.
Hiding insider her mind,
all to herself,
all alone.
She cannot sleep.
How can she when it was the same room she became trapped.
Becoming a woman, inside, still a girl.
Scared and alone.
She guilts when finding pleasure in her...
every night.
She was ripped of her
childhood and innocence.
Violated by the sin of another.
A man's lust,
committing a sick scene.
Again, and again,
she goes back into time,
a four year old child.
A sensation meant to feel beautiful,
now feels cold, dark and painful.
Hiding insider her mind,
all to herself,
all alone.
She cannot sleep.
How can she when it was the same room she became trapped.
Becoming a woman, inside, still a girl.
Scared and alone.
She guilts when finding pleasure in her...
849 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 00:39am
1st Oct 2011 00:39am
I Am Many
Half awake
everything is happening in front of me
I am not there. I am a ghost. I am.. dead?
I am lost in my head, swimming around.
Words from my surrounding only cloud
my aura.
In here, I am alone. I am me, where no one can see me.
My thoughts are my own, my mind is my own.
No, my mind is being controlled.
They have their clawing hands wrapped tight,
pulling me into their world, where they know safety will cease.
I am lost, the whispers control me, my name is used with violent temptation.
Finally, I am unaware of who I was, am, and ever...
everything is happening in front of me
I am not there. I am a ghost. I am.. dead?
I am lost in my head, swimming around.
Words from my surrounding only cloud
my aura.
In here, I am alone. I am me, where no one can see me.
My thoughts are my own, my mind is my own.
No, my mind is being controlled.
They have their clawing hands wrapped tight,
pulling me into their world, where they know safety will cease.
I am lost, the whispers control me, my name is used with violent temptation.
Finally, I am unaware of who I was, am, and ever...
1138 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 00:30am
1st Oct 2011 00:30am
Writing Mysteries
No one can understand any ones mind, not fully.
We write these words to heal our souls,
although you know we will never feel the
full sorrow or joy you feel, we will
never understand. I believe words alone
cannot convey our feeling that flood
into our scribbles of thought.
We are the ones that share our
soul, we put the blood of our spirit
into words, into what we write.
Still we remain mysterious,
only our corners exposed.
We write these words to heal our souls,
although you know we will never feel the
full sorrow or joy you feel, we will
never understand. I believe words alone
cannot convey our feeling that flood
into our scribbles of thought.
We are the ones that share our
soul, we put the blood of our spirit
into words, into what we write.
Still we remain mysterious,
only our corners exposed.
806 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2011 6:22am
27th Sep 2011 6:22am
My Enemy
Tattered flesh.
Stinging skin shredded.
With hate, bleeding.
Killing my enemy.
I am my enemy.
Stinging skin shredded.
With hate, bleeding.
Killing my enemy.
I am my enemy.
779 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2011 6:17am
27th Sep 2011 6:17am
Help Kill Me
Killing people
killing myself
ways to die
"accidentally"
hoping at
the same
time that
i don't
overdose
hoping I
get murdered
because i'm
so week and
afraid to do
it myself
help?
help?
they say they "help"
raping my mind
all i want is
to die,
kill me.
that would help.
killing myself
ways to die
"accidentally"
hoping at
the same
time that
i don't
overdose
hoping I
get murdered
because i'm
so week and
afraid to do
it myself
help?
help?
they say they "help"
raping my mind
all i want is
to die,
kill me.
that would help.
902 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 11:51pm
20th Sep 2011 11:51pm
I Cannot Lie To Myself
I cannot lie to myself.
I really want to die.
I also need help with that.
The desire to put myself on fire.
To cut my neck, with knife or noose.
To drink bleach or poison,
to swallow pills.
Or anger the mafia with drug bills.
Snitch or kill, drive a car down a hill.
A river, bombs, samurai style.
Wow, my mind is going wild.
I really want to die.
I also need help with that.
The desire to put myself on fire.
To cut my neck, with knife or noose.
To drink bleach or poison,
to swallow pills.
Or anger the mafia with drug bills.
Snitch or kill, drive a car down a hill.
A river, bombs, samurai style.
Wow, my mind is going wild.
793 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Sep 2011 00:36am
17th Sep 2011 00:36am
Sooooooo Baked
Waves in my head,
flowing, fluid life.
Eyelids heavy,
the sensation of connecting
with earth, with music, and
the spirits of the world.
Asleep, dream like, and beautiful.
The colors, beautiful.
Relief exploding from the
top of my head
Time is slow and has
almost stopped.
flowing, fluid life.
Eyelids heavy,
the sensation of connecting
with earth, with music, and
the spirits of the world.
Asleep, dream like, and beautiful.
The colors, beautiful.
Relief exploding from the
top of my head
Time is slow and has
almost stopped.
980 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 11:39pm
15th Sep 2011 11:39pm
Too Much
Smoking the stuff
swallowing the pill dry.
Up up and away.
Laughing, a puppet
to my demons.
Scared. Dying.
High, unreal, not here.
Reality checks.
Slaps in the face.
Trying to swallow the truth.
Jagged glass pieces in my brain.
Almost impossible to refrain,
sadly, I know I will do this again.
swallowing the pill dry.
Up up and away.
Laughing, a puppet
to my demons.
Scared. Dying.
High, unreal, not here.
Reality checks.
Slaps in the face.
Trying to swallow the truth.
Jagged glass pieces in my brain.
Almost impossible to refrain,
sadly, I know I will do this again.
829 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 00:02am
15th Sep 2011 00:02am
Belong?
I wanted to have
dreams when I
slept.
I wanted to go
to college.
I wanted to be me
and not them.
Now, I don't want
to dream, to eat,
to sleep, to breathe.
Maybe I'm depressed.
Maybe it's a phase,
a phase I have had
for more than three
thousand days.
If that's the case,
then I wish someone
would show me my place,
where I belong,
if I belong at all.
dreams when I
slept.
I wanted to go
to college.
I wanted to be me
and not them.
Now, I don't want
to dream, to eat,
to sleep, to breathe.
Maybe I'm depressed.
Maybe it's a phase,
a phase I have had
for more than three
thousand days.
If that's the case,
then I wish someone
would show me my place,
where I belong,
if I belong at all.
816 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 10:22pm
14th Sep 2011 10:22pm
Beginning.Middle.End
My poems start as nothing.
As one word meaning nothing.
It means nothing.
The middle, they mean everything.
Everything I know.
Everything I feel.
In the end,
all I know,
all I feel,
and me,
is dead.
As one word meaning nothing.
It means nothing.
The middle, they mean everything.
Everything I know.
Everything I feel.
In the end,
all I know,
all I feel,
and me,
is dead.
700 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Sep 2011 10:32pm
13th Sep 2011 10:32pm
Freak
You say you know me
and you tell me who I am.
I am a fool, a fat, disgusting,
stupid person.
And I believe you
because you "took me in."
You wouldn't let me go.
For nine fucking years,
you tortured my soul.
And now I can't even
be normal because I
was innocent and brainwashed
and turned into an
ugly beast. I am fungus
growing under a rock
I am leprosy, a pariah.
A Freak.
and you tell me who I am.
I am a fool, a fat, disgusting,
stupid person.
And I believe you
because you "took me in."
You wouldn't let me go.
For nine fucking years,
you tortured my soul.
And now I can't even
be normal because I
was innocent and brainwashed
and turned into an
ugly beast. I am fungus
growing under a rock
I am leprosy, a pariah.
A Freak.
871 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2011 10:32pm
7th Sep 2011 10:32pm
Just Dead
I was just
trapped.
I was just
tired.
I was just
depressed.
I was alive, now I am
dead.
Dead, I am dead,
the words
circle somewhere
in my head.
Floating, leaving me.
My soul is filled
with
fear.
Regret cuts me
like knifes,
like the razors
I used to end it.
My life is over.
I am
...
trapped.
I was just
tired.
I was just
depressed.
I was alive, now I am
dead.
Dead, I am dead,
the words
circle somewhere
in my head.
Floating, leaving me.
My soul is filled
with
fear.
Regret cuts me
like knifes,
like the razors
I used to end it.
My life is over.
I am
...
673 reads
1 Comment
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