Submissions by meow_meow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2016 3:35pm
22nd Dec 2016 3:35pm
Him.
He peers over me as I sleep, staring deeper into my soul.
His eyes black.
His body crippled.
His claws taking control.
He painfully traces his filthy fingertips across my slumberous body.
They slow as they reach my neck. 1… 2… 3…
I wake.
Startled.
Breathless.
I … Can’t.... Move…
He’s perched on my chest, looking thoroughly amused.
He laughs, a malicious smile creeps across his unsightly face.
I hurriedly glance around my room, plotting my...
His eyes black.
His body crippled.
His claws taking control.
He painfully traces his filthy fingertips across my slumberous body.
They slow as they reach my neck. 1… 2… 3…
I wake.
Startled.
Breathless.
I … Can’t.... Move…
He’s perched on my chest, looking thoroughly amused.
He laughs, a malicious smile creeps across his unsightly face.
I hurriedly glance around my room, plotting my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 4:54pm
28th Oct 2013 4:54pm
Writer's Block
Writer’s block has been looming over me for quite some time,
It’s like there’s not a single thought or idea in my mind,
Writer’s block, oh how I hate you,
Always preventing me from writing something new,
I’m sure, well I hope, I’ll think of something soon,
But I won’t find anything if you continue to loom,
If you would be ever so kind and vacate to a new individual,
Then maybe I can find and idea that’s mine and original,
I suppose for now, I’ll just live with you,
But you've been here for weeks and your departure is due,
I don’t want to sound...
It’s like there’s not a single thought or idea in my mind,
Writer’s block, oh how I hate you,
Always preventing me from writing something new,
I’m sure, well I hope, I’ll think of something soon,
But I won’t find anything if you continue to loom,
If you would be ever so kind and vacate to a new individual,
Then maybe I can find and idea that’s mine and original,
I suppose for now, I’ll just live with you,
But you've been here for weeks and your departure is due,
I don’t want to sound...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2013 8:38pm
12th Sep 2013 8:38pm
The Voices (part 2)
The blame was thrust upon the victim’s fragile mother,
And now the voices have found another,
Another broken, desperate soul to sabotage,
And they do this unnoticed by others, the create a camouflage,
A camouflage of lies burned into the victim’s mind,
So she is able to fake a smile and her pain goes unrecognised,
The voices slowly feed upon her already shattered soul,
They dig deep, scratch and claw until they have complete control,
'YOU let your daughter die, you horrible bitch’,
‘YOU failed to notice her pain and how she’s rotting in a ditch’,...
And now the voices have found another,
Another broken, desperate soul to sabotage,
And they do this unnoticed by others, the create a camouflage,
A camouflage of lies burned into the victim’s mind,
So she is able to fake a smile and her pain goes unrecognised,
The voices slowly feed upon her already shattered soul,
They dig deep, scratch and claw until they have complete control,
'YOU let your daughter die, you horrible bitch’,
‘YOU failed to notice her pain and how she’s rotting in a ditch’,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2013 4:27pm
17th Aug 2013 4:27pm
The Fight
We mustn’t allow our experiences to define who we are,
We mustn’t give up reaching for the stars,
It may be difficult at times, trust me, I know,
But we can’t cave in – we can make it through,
Sometimes the stars seem impossible to reach,
But we have the power within, the power of speech,
And we can use this power to wrestle our demons,
Screaming: ‘You can’t break me, I will gain freedom!’
We ALL have the power and the strength to overcome the voices,
And we shall not allow them to influence our choices,
For they have no power over us – compared to us,...
We mustn’t give up reaching for the stars,
It may be difficult at times, trust me, I know,
But we can’t cave in – we can make it through,
Sometimes the stars seem impossible to reach,
But we have the power within, the power of speech,
And we can use this power to wrestle our demons,
Screaming: ‘You can’t break me, I will gain freedom!’
We ALL have the power and the strength to overcome the voices,
And we shall not allow them to influence our choices,
For they have no power over us – compared to us,...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Aug 2013 8:45pm
16th Aug 2013 8:45pm
Karma
When you’re alone with me, nobody can hear you cry,
When you’re in the dark with me, nobody can watch you die,
What about an empty, dark room? Oh the possibilities, don’t tempt me, my dear,
I could kill you slowly, you could plead, scream or cry and no-one would hear,
Haha, it sounds good - almost achievable, if only I could get you alone,
I could let leash my hatred for you – shattering all of your bones,
One…by…one - Oh I can barely fathom how wonderful it’d feel,
Then, I’d tear out your eyes and watch as you squeal,
You’ll beg me to forgive your sins and set...
When you’re in the dark with me, nobody can watch you die,
What about an empty, dark room? Oh the possibilities, don’t tempt me, my dear,
I could kill you slowly, you could plead, scream or cry and no-one would hear,
Haha, it sounds good - almost achievable, if only I could get you alone,
I could let leash my hatred for you – shattering all of your bones,
One…by…one - Oh I can barely fathom how wonderful it’d feel,
Then, I’d tear out your eyes and watch as you squeal,
You’ll beg me to forgive your sins and set...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 5:23pm
14th Aug 2013 5:23pm
The Infection of The Mind
I stand here, confronted by my reflection,
As I do so, I feel something within me change, in my mind - the start of an infection,
An infection that will soon destroy who I am, who I once was and who I plan to become,
It’ll annihilate every trace of kindness within me - cause me to become oblivious and numb,
I’ll refuse to listen and will enter a world of my own,
Where nothing matters and where I can finally be alone,
I stare blankly into my own lifeless eyes, wondering what has become of me,
Wondering how I let myself become this way and wondering if this is...
As I do so, I feel something within me change, in my mind - the start of an infection,
An infection that will soon destroy who I am, who I once was and who I plan to become,
It’ll annihilate every trace of kindness within me - cause me to become oblivious and numb,
I’ll refuse to listen and will enter a world of my own,
Where nothing matters and where I can finally be alone,
I stare blankly into my own lifeless eyes, wondering what has become of me,
Wondering how I let myself become this way and wondering if this is...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2013 1:43am
7th Aug 2013 1:43am
Who are you again?
Time is the greatest healer they say… heh, yeah sure,
You’ve been absent for years and it only seems to hurt more,
Even remembering the good times causes my heart to fatten,
My eyes begin to fill with tears of disappointment; I let this happen,
I don’t like who you have become, in fact, I loathe the ‘new’ you,
It seems as though you’ve forgotten who you are, the person I once knew,
You’re spiteful, aggressive, manipulative and a compulsive liar,
You lie to cover up a lie, build a life of lies and that will soon backfire,
You cannot keep relying on me to bail...
You’ve been absent for years and it only seems to hurt more,
Even remembering the good times causes my heart to fatten,
My eyes begin to fill with tears of disappointment; I let this happen,
I don’t like who you have become, in fact, I loathe the ‘new’ you,
It seems as though you’ve forgotten who you are, the person I once knew,
You’re spiteful, aggressive, manipulative and a compulsive liar,
You lie to cover up a lie, build a life of lies and that will soon backfire,
You cannot keep relying on me to bail...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2013 5:40pm
2nd Jul 2013 5:40pm
The Lost Son
Silence echoes through the desolate hallways,
Speckles of dust dance within the sun’s rays,
Beams of sunlight illuminate the tenebrous staircase,
As towards their son’s bedside, they race,
Their quickened heartbeats thrash the left side of their weary chests,
They begin to panic, pant and splutter as they become increasingly distressed,
The sound of their footsteps fracturing the silence that haunts the house,
As they near the top, Dianne looks towards her spouse,
He snatches her hand and looks into her saddened eyes,
They didn’t want this...
Speckles of dust dance within the sun’s rays,
Beams of sunlight illuminate the tenebrous staircase,
As towards their son’s bedside, they race,
Their quickened heartbeats thrash the left side of their weary chests,
They begin to panic, pant and splutter as they become increasingly distressed,
The sound of their footsteps fracturing the silence that haunts the house,
As they near the top, Dianne looks towards her spouse,
He snatches her hand and looks into her saddened eyes,
They didn’t want this...
852 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 10:27pm
1st Jul 2013 10:27pm
Trouble
No matter where I am, where I go or who I am with, trouble is sure to follow,
It scares me; so much so that I’ve become frightened of my own god dammed shadow,
I’m scatty, paranoid, restless and somewhat depressed,
Not matter where I am, where I go or who I am with, I can’t rest,
Trouble haunts me, follows me, stalks me -it won’t leave me alone,
Tracing my every footprint and every movement I make; it even follows me home,
There are days where I think, where I hope, that this sinister curse has defected,
But trouble haunts me, follows me, stalks me – my mind...
It scares me; so much so that I’ve become frightened of my own god dammed shadow,
I’m scatty, paranoid, restless and somewhat depressed,
Not matter where I am, where I go or who I am with, I can’t rest,
Trouble haunts me, follows me, stalks me -it won’t leave me alone,
Tracing my every footprint and every movement I make; it even follows me home,
There are days where I think, where I hope, that this sinister curse has defected,
But trouble haunts me, follows me, stalks me – my mind...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 00:32am
25th Jun 2013 00:32am
Jenny
Elizabeth is five and is a fairly lonesome child, who barely speaks a single word,
She often sits alone and is always seen and never heard,
She carries a torn, worn out doll which she calls ‘Jenny’,
Jenny is an old doll, and is feared by many,
Jenny’s face is distorted, her eyes missing, her porcelain cracked,
Yet Beth adores this doll and it’s a well-known fact,
Beth confides in Jenny, she’s her only friend or so it seems,
Beth never sleeps, never tries and never dreams,
She has an unhealthy obsession with this filth ridden toy,
Her parents...
She often sits alone and is always seen and never heard,
She carries a torn, worn out doll which she calls ‘Jenny’,
Jenny is an old doll, and is feared by many,
Jenny’s face is distorted, her eyes missing, her porcelain cracked,
Yet Beth adores this doll and it’s a well-known fact,
Beth confides in Jenny, she’s her only friend or so it seems,
Beth never sleeps, never tries and never dreams,
She has an unhealthy obsession with this filth ridden toy,
Her parents...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 9:24pm
19th Jun 2013 9:24pm
Trapped
I died many years ago at the age of sixteen from some unknown cause,
I don’t really remember dying, I wasn’t in pain, or at least I don’t think I was,
Anyway, now I’m trapped in a world between life and death,
I’ve been trapped here ever since I took my last breath,
My world is an exact replica of the world I once was involved with,
However, I’m the only resident here, my name: Mandy Smith,
The streets are desolate, run down and often dusty,
The air is thick, filthy and always musky,
There are barely any colours, mainly grey with a brown undertone,...
I don’t really remember dying, I wasn’t in pain, or at least I don’t think I was,
Anyway, now I’m trapped in a world between life and death,
I’ve been trapped here ever since I took my last breath,
My world is an exact replica of the world I once was involved with,
However, I’m the only resident here, my name: Mandy Smith,
The streets are desolate, run down and often dusty,
The air is thick, filthy and always musky,
There are barely any colours, mainly grey with a brown undertone,...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2013 9:48pm
17th Jun 2013 9:48pm
Daughters of The Addict
She brings strangers into her so-called home and together they use,
They pierce their scarred and worn out skin with a needle, waiting for the fluid to diffuse,
They are taken into another dimension where they are unable to communicate or care,
She often forgets that she has three delicate girls who also live there,
The eldest daughter is five at the time and the youngest is barely six months old,
The house is dull, dark and dirty and it usually gets extremely cold,
The girls are frightened by the many strange people in a place where they’re supposed to feel safe,...
They pierce their scarred and worn out skin with a needle, waiting for the fluid to diffuse,
They are taken into another dimension where they are unable to communicate or care,
She often forgets that she has three delicate girls who also live there,
The eldest daughter is five at the time and the youngest is barely six months old,
The house is dull, dark and dirty and it usually gets extremely cold,
The girls are frightened by the many strange people in a place where they’re supposed to feel safe,...
1051 reads
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