Submissions by nickisondrugs
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write beautiful intricate dark, love poems.
100 What if's
100 What if’s
What If Kellin Quinn never joined sleeping with sirens
What If Pierce the Veil were my friends
What If Gerard Way wasn’t born on April 9, 1977
What If My Chemical Romance wasn’t a band
What If
What If everyone looked exactly like you
What If the word plush, yesterday, toad were curse word
What If you actually had to use math everyday outside of school
What If there was no school
What If there were no people
What If every human was a dog and every dog was human
What If there was no internet
What If there was no earth...
What If Kellin Quinn never joined sleeping with sirens
What If Pierce the Veil were my friends
What If Gerard Way wasn’t born on April 9, 1977
What If My Chemical Romance wasn’t a band
What If
What If everyone looked exactly like you
What If the word plush, yesterday, toad were curse word
What If you actually had to use math everyday outside of school
What If there was no school
What If there were no people
What If every human was a dog and every dog was human
What If there was no internet
What If there was no earth...
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Deep shit
because I could not stop for death
another color died from the soul.
torment and bliss mixes in the mind
what would happen next?
when the winds of insanity blow too strong
would you try and blow back or quit
when effortless action becomes a thing of the past
Cuts deep but the pain feels so right.
left to die. never felt alive
the center of
the soul’s the first to die
bottle after bottle
I had to let my feelings out.
smoke after smoke. never cures the pain
the blood never stopped
the lonely drunk never had a life worth...
another color died from the soul.
torment and bliss mixes in the mind
what would happen next?
when the winds of insanity blow too strong
would you try and blow back or quit
when effortless action becomes a thing of the past
Cuts deep but the pain feels so right.
left to die. never felt alive
the center of
the soul’s the first to die
bottle after bottle
I had to let my feelings out.
smoke after smoke. never cures the pain
the blood never stopped
the lonely drunk never had a life worth...
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