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
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 8:35pm
4th Sep 2011 8:35pm
Purpose
Life begins.
Life ends.
We have
a purpose,
in these hands.
We are the body.
We have a soul.
To have a purpose,
that is
our goal.
Life ends.
We have
a purpose,
in these hands.
We are the body.
We have a soul.
To have a purpose,
that is
our goal.
688 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 00:02am
3rd Sep 2011 00:02am
Wish I Was Free
I am ashamed for
something I don't
want to be.
I sometimes wonder
if this is really me.
I must pay the price,
the fee.
I wish to know what
real freedom would be.
I am a girl who
likes a girl.
I am a girl who
likes a boy.
This was not
my choice
I hate myself
for something
I am not free
to be.
something I don't
want to be.
I sometimes wonder
if this is really me.
I must pay the price,
the fee.
I wish to know what
real freedom would be.
I am a girl who
likes a girl.
I am a girl who
likes a boy.
This was not
my choice
I hate myself
for something
I am not free
to be.
613 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 11:50pm
31st Aug 2011 11:50pm
Sick Stranger
Why do I feel so sick?
I feel so wrong
I'm a Christian,
yet I feel so non.
There's snakes in
the pit of
my stomach,
wriggling around,
squirming around
in my guts.
Why can't I eat?
Why can't I sleep?
All I can do is
think about all
the wrong things.
And trust me,
my thoughts aren't
sweet.
Now is not a
good time for
old good
me to retreat.
I need her.
Now I'm so messy
trying to defeat
my own mind.
A stranger in
the mirror.
A different kind
of creature.
I feel so wrong
I'm a Christian,
yet I feel so non.
There's snakes in
the pit of
my stomach,
wriggling around,
squirming around
in my guts.
Why can't I eat?
Why can't I sleep?
All I can do is
think about all
the wrong things.
And trust me,
my thoughts aren't
sweet.
Now is not a
good time for
old good
me to retreat.
I need her.
Now I'm so messy
trying to defeat
my own mind.
A stranger in
the mirror.
A different kind
of creature.
674 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 10:48pm
31st Aug 2011 10:48pm
I Now Know
Hustle some bucks
Man, this sucks
Get some green.
role it up,
enter calm,
harmony,
tranquility.
Thoughts
consisting
of theories
and why and
how
I now know.
Man, this sucks
Get some green.
role it up,
enter calm,
harmony,
tranquility.
Thoughts
consisting
of theories
and why and
how
I now know.
821 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 00:48am
31st Aug 2011 00:48am
This Generation
Why so are we so
attracted to urban
decay?
Captivating, beautiful,
but why?
What's wrong with us?
What changed in the years?
The kids like to
push a bruise
till they tear
People, we die,
our decay hides
on the inside
I fear.
attracted to urban
decay?
Captivating, beautiful,
but why?
What's wrong with us?
What changed in the years?
The kids like to
push a bruise
till they tear
People, we die,
our decay hides
on the inside
I fear.
778 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 00:13am
31st Aug 2011 00:13am
Murder?
Eyes filled
with fear and
question.
Not to know
what they ever did.
To know they will
die that
instant.
Not a twinge of
remorse.
Not tad bit of
regret.
A knife to the
throat,
slicing the
neck.
The blood will
haunt my thoughts.
Taunting me,
forever.
with fear and
question.
Not to know
what they ever did.
To know they will
die that
instant.
Not a twinge of
remorse.
Not tad bit of
regret.
A knife to the
throat,
slicing the
neck.
The blood will
haunt my thoughts.
Taunting me,
forever.
736 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Aug 2011 11:30pm
29th Aug 2011 11:30pm
First Blood.
The first time
to taste it.
My heart races,
the momentum,
then the smell.
I'm sick.
I'm going to hell.
The taste.
The disgrace.
Time to wastes.
Take or leave.
This now weaves the
new me, without a care
, set, no sleep, no dreams,
no friends.
Born again
or dead?
to taste it.
My heart races,
the momentum,
then the smell.
I'm sick.
I'm going to hell.
The taste.
The disgrace.
Time to wastes.
Take or leave.
This now weaves the
new me, without a care
, set, no sleep, no dreams,
no friends.
Born again
or dead?
833 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
27th Aug 2011 4:42am
27th Aug 2011 4:42am
Suicide Go Away
So sick of this.
Without strength,
all gone.
No one to lean on.
I want this all
to end.
I don't want to
walk in pain
another day.
Trying to keep
murderous thoughts
at bay.
My hands tremble,
inside I crumble and
decay.
I can't even put
a fake smile on
my face.
I can't line
my despair with
lace for everyone's'
nosy face.
Until I get the guts.
Until that day,
this is the only
way to keep suicide
away.
Without strength,
all gone.
No one to lean on.
I want this all
to end.
I don't want to
walk in pain
another day.
Trying to keep
murderous thoughts
at bay.
My hands tremble,
inside I crumble and
decay.
I can't even put
a fake smile on
my face.
I can't line
my despair with
lace for everyone's'
nosy face.
Until I get the guts.
Until that day,
this is the only
way to keep suicide
away.
725 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 00:46am
26th Aug 2011 00:46am
Suicide Attack
So weird to sound sound so sick
the thought. Lodged and it's thick.
Cant stop, the urge so quick.
The coming of it so slick.
Wish I had a gun.
Oh it'd be so fun.
I'd shoot the teachers and the kids.
Then I'd blow myself in the head.
the thought. Lodged and it's thick.
Cant stop, the urge so quick.
The coming of it so slick.
Wish I had a gun.
Oh it'd be so fun.
I'd shoot the teachers and the kids.
Then I'd blow myself in the head.
592 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 00:29am
26th Aug 2011 00:29am
A Crush
It's an adrenaline rush
a natural high
a rush of fear
a rush of fun
emotions gust out
with light speed
Hot flash and butterflies
at once.
Something that someone
always wants
(In the drugs category because I am so spiced right now.Haha.)
a natural high
a rush of fear
a rush of fun
emotions gust out
with light speed
Hot flash and butterflies
at once.
Something that someone
always wants
(In the drugs category because I am so spiced right now.Haha.)
821 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jul 2011 6:05am
31st Jul 2011 6:05am
You Need Me. (Not meant to be conceded)
I'm always
there for you.
Through and
through.
Just remember
you need me
and I don't need
you.
there for you.
Through and
through.
Just remember
you need me
and I don't need
you.
1041 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jul 2011 6:02am
31st Jul 2011 6:02am
Wow your a real friend.
Every time,
I listen.
Whenever you
need me.
Then I
need you.
You don't
believe me.
I listen.
Whenever you
need me.
Then I
need you.
You don't
believe me.
701 reads
1 Comment
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