Submissions by pixxxiepoet (XKill Me RomanticallyX)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi, I'm Molly & I'm an addict... oh wait, wrong building, huh? Every fuckin' time, I swear...
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2014 4:49am
10th Nov 2014 4:49am
faithful
Alone again,
Nothing new,
Still breathing in,
But because of YOU...
Silence doesn't sound the same...
You're sorry,
You're sorry!
Well I'm sorry too...
For the things you still don't say,
And that's nothing new,
To know more than I'm told,
Accusations I can't prove
On a tongue I can't hold...
The proof is in your actions,
Always acting innocent enough...
Enough with the distractions!
How can you claim this pain still equals love?
Distance is no excuse...
Your heart cheats,
And my heart loses.
Nothing new,
Still breathing in,
But because of YOU...
Silence doesn't sound the same...
You're sorry,
You're sorry!
Well I'm sorry too...
For the things you still don't say,
And that's nothing new,
To know more than I'm told,
Accusations I can't prove
On a tongue I can't hold...
The proof is in your actions,
Always acting innocent enough...
Enough with the distractions!
How can you claim this pain still equals love?
Distance is no excuse...
Your heart cheats,
And my heart loses.
702 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
29th May 2011 12:51pm
29th May 2011 12:51pm
WELCOME TO NOWHERE (& figuring out just where that is...)
Such a chaotic mess I've left of this clutter flooding my mind.
Confusion becomes a constant I've come to expect,
a naturally unnerving
lesson,
cause and effect...
the type of pain you're too oblivious,
too
inconsistant to understand.
I guess...
I'm only now learning the
differences between patience,
trust...
and giving up...
but our last chance at surviving this life,
(with hearts and wrists intact, that is)
is to stop caring and just not give a fuck.
Now, if only it were so easy.
Confusion becomes a constant I've come to expect,
a naturally unnerving
lesson,
cause and effect...
the type of pain you're too oblivious,
too
inconsistant to understand.
I guess...
I'm only now learning the
differences between patience,
trust...
and giving up...
but our last chance at surviving this life,
(with hearts and wrists intact, that is)
is to stop caring and just not give a fuck.
Now, if only it were so easy.
881 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2010 10:27am
9th Nov 2010 10:27am
Falling in Forward Motion
Your fingers were crossed while I lied to your face,
a fair trade from my perspective.
Keep your secrets if your privacy is so fucking important,
I don’t need the attention,
my addiction is plenty enough.
We’re both junkies for adrenaline,
craving just one last fix,
only but a breathe away from self destruction.
So we crash land into nothing,
I’m running from a comedown
and you’re always chasing your dignity.
Is there no standard these days?
Breathing’s never been a luxury,
living was a curse,
so one by one we destroy...
a fair trade from my perspective.
Keep your secrets if your privacy is so fucking important,
I don’t need the attention,
my addiction is plenty enough.
We’re both junkies for adrenaline,
craving just one last fix,
only but a breathe away from self destruction.
So we crash land into nothing,
I’m running from a comedown
and you’re always chasing your dignity.
Is there no standard these days?
Breathing’s never been a luxury,
living was a curse,
so one by one we destroy...
1127 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Nov 2010 10:02am
9th Nov 2010 10:02am
Ignoring Ignorance
Ignorance is only bliss until you wish you knew the answer,
Anxious questions impatiently resting upon the tip of your tongue,
Lips sealed although it’s eating you up inside,
(It was your silence that said it all.)
So obvious,
Butout of habit I open my mouth before you even ask.
I already know how everyone always expect the worst on my part,
But it just kills me that you’re no exception.
A lifetime of accusations,
Conceived in such a common manner,
Innocent enough…
although only half aware,
Knowing I’ve had no reason to lie.
Unable to...
Anxious questions impatiently resting upon the tip of your tongue,
Lips sealed although it’s eating you up inside,
(It was your silence that said it all.)
So obvious,
Butout of habit I open my mouth before you even ask.
I already know how everyone always expect the worst on my part,
But it just kills me that you’re no exception.
A lifetime of accusations,
Conceived in such a common manner,
Innocent enough…
although only half aware,
Knowing I’ve had no reason to lie.
Unable to...
1140 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2010 10:59am
6th Mar 2010 10:59am
I'm not holding my tongue for you, anymore.
We’ve come so far from where we began. As the years have come and gone, so to have the lessons we learned. People grow up, grow tired, grow old and often grow apart. The young think they know it all and the ignorant believe they’ve got it all figured out, only the wise can see that nothing is set in stone and there are no guarantees in life. Time changes everything and everything changes over time, there is no denying that… but the most important changes, those we see in ourselves, come from choice. Everyday, every minute and every second of our lives depends fully on the choices we make. We...
1038 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2010 10:56am
6th Mar 2010 10:56am
I think I've thought this once before...
Pressing our flesh to cold concrete as we bury regrets under years of worn down cement… the world we know. Memories forgotten, abandoned in bodies dumped in a bloody betrayal, the dead end wishes I’ve given up on. Disregarded ever promise. But I’m just another face, blindly following words I’ve been convinced to believe in. A corpse, vying for your attention- the apathy neglecting to fill this void. Dialog slowly forming a catalytic addiction, a dead-aim hangover for social insecurity. My smoke-stained mind, seeping with flaws… addicted to the crash.I’m becoming redundant, again.
865 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2010 8:30am
20th Feb 2010 8:30am
Sick of Myself
My lips are caught on every word you still have yet to say,
And if meaningless syllables would ever come to mean anything more,
I swear,
my ears could run into complications just trying not to bleed.
Now I’d die to hear your voice speaking my name,
Even if only but once.
One sentence was more then enough to rescue me,
and that’s all I cared to ask for…
Except you remained silent.
Well, who the fuck am I to complain?
I never spoke up,
couldn’t dare tell you just what I felt.
So you stayed your distance well I played it safe....
And if meaningless syllables would ever come to mean anything more,
I swear,
my ears could run into complications just trying not to bleed.
Now I’d die to hear your voice speaking my name,
Even if only but once.
One sentence was more then enough to rescue me,
and that’s all I cared to ask for…
Except you remained silent.
Well, who the fuck am I to complain?
I never spoke up,
couldn’t dare tell you just what I felt.
So you stayed your distance well I played it safe....
1242 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2010 3:15am
20th Feb 2010 3:15am
You Wont Believe the Stories I've Heard.
Oh poor girl,
so innocent and young,
how I almost wish I cared enough to help,
But I’d much rather just watch instead…
I’ll let you figure this one out all by yourself.
So go on,
bat those pretty little lashes once more
Let them give you everything
Fulfill each needy desire
Wanting the promise of waking to dreams.
Why stop nursing this now?
Your completely transparent already
Intentions all seen through
Made perfectly clear…
You survive offering a service
An expert in exploiting fragile reputations
Of nervous boys...
so innocent and young,
how I almost wish I cared enough to help,
But I’d much rather just watch instead…
I’ll let you figure this one out all by yourself.
So go on,
bat those pretty little lashes once more
Let them give you everything
Fulfill each needy desire
Wanting the promise of waking to dreams.
Why stop nursing this now?
Your completely transparent already
Intentions all seen through
Made perfectly clear…
You survive offering a service
An expert in exploiting fragile reputations
Of nervous boys...
1066 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Feb 2010 8:18am
9th Feb 2010 8:18am
Almost Easy
So I guess this is one of those things I’ve always done my best to avoid talking about, and I’m still gonna change the subject anytime it comes up in conversation, so don’t even think of this has an open invitation, it still belongs to me. My thoughts and feelings will remain hidden… I’m keeping these things private, the secrets I’ve kept for myself. Opening up only leads me towards having to admit to things I really don’t even want to think about, and that’s not a road I’m ready to go down. I know someday I’ll be forced to face my own demons, fight for the chance to make good on every...
1033 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 11:18am
6th Feb 2010 11:18am
Assisted Suicide
I scream into the dead of night, seeking answers from echoes lost alone in darkened silence,
Though I came here with every intention of stealing one last selfish moment for myself.
But I missed that chance as my own breathing unexpectedly began to slow and briefly come to a stop.
Memories now set out to consume me,
Slowly,
Following each and every shallow gasp.
This air is piercing the skin that’s portrayed itself as remains of my rotting flesh.
Calming bites of burning winds now subside to blowing quiet whispers
And all at once
Everything I feel blends in...
Though I came here with every intention of stealing one last selfish moment for myself.
But I missed that chance as my own breathing unexpectedly began to slow and briefly come to a stop.
Memories now set out to consume me,
Slowly,
Following each and every shallow gasp.
This air is piercing the skin that’s portrayed itself as remains of my rotting flesh.
Calming bites of burning winds now subside to blowing quiet whispers
And all at once
Everything I feel blends in...
889 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 8:40am
6th Feb 2010 8:40am
Innocence Drifts Away in the Breeze
I know words could never make-up for all the fucked up things I’ve done,
I can’t exactly claim to have ever been entirely honest.
We’ve all got our secrets,
And even to this very day…
I’m still lying to myself.
I just wish you would see what I’m feeling inside.
That young girl you once knew of,
Wishing upon each shooting star,
Who naively saw a future through optimistic eyes…
Is long gone now.
She ran away as she lost all hope in herself.
Dreams once filled by the illusion of beauty,
Now only bare these tragic reminders,
The constant...
I can’t exactly claim to have ever been entirely honest.
We’ve all got our secrets,
And even to this very day…
I’m still lying to myself.
I just wish you would see what I’m feeling inside.
That young girl you once knew of,
Wishing upon each shooting star,
Who naively saw a future through optimistic eyes…
Is long gone now.
She ran away as she lost all hope in herself.
Dreams once filled by the illusion of beauty,
Now only bare these tragic reminders,
The constant...
830 reads
2 Comments
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