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
17th Jan 2010 1:54pm
17th Jan 2010 1:54pm
Excuse the Obscene && Ignore the Untrue
A knife to the back led me to this fork in the road.
Emerging from traffic and into abandoned intersections.
Stay.
Wait with me for another car crash.
More twisted metal and broken bones then you could understand.
Once warm bodies, but what were we?
We’re the definition of disasters.
A mental morgue in place of emergencies.
Urgent enough to be your everything.
Imprinted on the soul of every living being.
As if it weren’t enough to walk away,
we run away instead.
You leave me,
and then…
nothing.
Only emotions left to intensify now....
Emerging from traffic and into abandoned intersections.
Stay.
Wait with me for another car crash.
More twisted metal and broken bones then you could understand.
Once warm bodies, but what were we?
We’re the definition of disasters.
A mental morgue in place of emergencies.
Urgent enough to be your everything.
Imprinted on the soul of every living being.
As if it weren’t enough to walk away,
we run away instead.
You leave me,
and then…
nothing.
Only emotions left to intensify now....
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 6:00am
17th Jan 2010 6:00am
Blood Sucking Bitch
Asphyxiated by rust worn razorblades as echoes intervene…
We’re attempting to overdose on antidotes while filling up on expired shots of clarity.
I can only tremble as you pull this trigger.
Disfigured now from poison filled bullets penetrating through skin as they shatter inside.
A corpse of blood running colder while spattering remains across the walls.
A life laid to waste but the body left behind to feed there necrophilia.
Dismantle me to keep the silence of how they rape us of all desire.
We’re attempting to overdose on antidotes while filling up on expired shots of clarity.
I can only tremble as you pull this trigger.
Disfigured now from poison filled bullets penetrating through skin as they shatter inside.
A corpse of blood running colder while spattering remains across the walls.
A life laid to waste but the body left behind to feed there necrophilia.
Dismantle me to keep the silence of how they rape us of all desire.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 5:47am
17th Jan 2010 5:47am
I'm Not The Type To Say I Told You So
Suicidal tendencies carried into nights
made to clarify the corruption of the masochistic dreams.
It's manipulation of our own cold blooded murders
with the prescriptions we fill in private
made to ease but mangle this unattainable disdain.
Just another overpriced placebo
left to soak in the hesitation
drowning in this catastrophe I hopelessly imitate.
But it's my own suicidle love that's being tested-
again my intentions are nearly hindered
once weakened with this noose
now hung up in your hate.
Razor-blade worn kisses
I'm...
made to clarify the corruption of the masochistic dreams.
It's manipulation of our own cold blooded murders
with the prescriptions we fill in private
made to ease but mangle this unattainable disdain.
Just another overpriced placebo
left to soak in the hesitation
drowning in this catastrophe I hopelessly imitate.
But it's my own suicidle love that's being tested-
again my intentions are nearly hindered
once weakened with this noose
now hung up in your hate.
Razor-blade worn kisses
I'm...
1023 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 4:00pm
16th Jan 2010 4:00pm
Just Make It Quick and Painless, I Can't Get Much More Numb Then This.
I’m getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach that this may be nearly over now,
and I’ve just about run out of options again.
Did you ever even hear my heart sinking?
I still do everyday.
I know I can’t really expect you to give me straight answers,
not as long as I’m afraid to ask these questions…
it just wouldn’t be fair.
Even in this very moment my heart beat is racing at a mile per minute.
Could you at least explain how or why?
I’m still struggling.
I’m at a loss for words and your silence is only leaving me breathless.
You’re like a drug...
and I’ve just about run out of options again.
Did you ever even hear my heart sinking?
I still do everyday.
I know I can’t really expect you to give me straight answers,
not as long as I’m afraid to ask these questions…
it just wouldn’t be fair.
Even in this very moment my heart beat is racing at a mile per minute.
Could you at least explain how or why?
I’m still struggling.
I’m at a loss for words and your silence is only leaving me breathless.
You’re like a drug...
860 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Jan 2010 11:21am
16th Jan 2010 11:21am
A Letter To Someone Like You...
Everyone’s so fucking two-faced lately… so many people have gotten so good at lying that they almost believe themselves. I’m so sick of it. What ever happened to being honest, and why didn’t I figure this out sooner? It’s insane… like suddenly everyone’s a professional liar. Now I’m second guessing every word you’ve ever said. I don’t know when the lies all started, so how the fuck should I know if you were ever really being sincere?
This is stupid. Why lie and cause drama? Are you afraid of the truth, or am I just an excuse to occupy your time? People like to pretend that this is all...
This is stupid. Why lie and cause drama? Are you afraid of the truth, or am I just an excuse to occupy your time? People like to pretend that this is all...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 2:06am
16th Jan 2010 2:06am
Story of my Life
The person you see and who you think I am…
I’m just an illusion who never actually existed.
It was all pretend.
No trace left of who I used to be.
Who I once thought I was.
She was long gone a long time ago.
Lost.
Her body was discarded.
Dumped.
Hidden along a dusty old road.
Both of us murdered by her own two hands.
The rest of the world just watched.
But it’s not really my place to go and place the blame.
It’s human nature.
((naturally))
We all love to watch a train wreck in progress.
They all saw it coming. ...
I’m just an illusion who never actually existed.
It was all pretend.
No trace left of who I used to be.
Who I once thought I was.
She was long gone a long time ago.
Lost.
Her body was discarded.
Dumped.
Hidden along a dusty old road.
Both of us murdered by her own two hands.
The rest of the world just watched.
But it’s not really my place to go and place the blame.
It’s human nature.
((naturally))
We all love to watch a train wreck in progress.
They all saw it coming. ...
1092 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2010 2:04am
16th Jan 2010 2:04am
Expansions of Reality
Accusations of a lie laying just below the surface,
Quickly replacing secrets long ago hidden within a mind so fully sober,
Distracted minds forgot to destroy evidence now to serve a purpose,
All the while knowing an honest heart will expose us all once this game is over.
Forever and now we’ll walk amongst the dead to perform on broken glass,
An effort in vain to seek out that which we know we’ve never had,
The poisonous cure to clear an empty conscience and keep from bringing up the past,
And the antidote for forgiving these souls that nearly drove us mad....
Quickly replacing secrets long ago hidden within a mind so fully sober,
Distracted minds forgot to destroy evidence now to serve a purpose,
All the while knowing an honest heart will expose us all once this game is over.
Forever and now we’ll walk amongst the dead to perform on broken glass,
An effort in vain to seek out that which we know we’ve never had,
The poisonous cure to clear an empty conscience and keep from bringing up the past,
And the antidote for forgiving these souls that nearly drove us mad....
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2010 9:56am
15th Jan 2010 9:56am
We're Both Such Magnificent Liars.
Maybe it’s true- maybe the problem has been me all along.
Thoughts that may massacre me if ever exposed somehow became the words I’m now dying to say,
The same diseased expressions eagerly awaiting an opportunity to asphyxiate me once spoken wrong…
Leaving me debilitated by the repulsive taste lingering on from there contagious lies while I unwillingly infected for them fresh prey.
Although the truth is that most people prefer being lied to.
Ignorance’s sanctum appears inviting when someone’s existence becomes insanity’s deranged dream,
It’s that phobia of torture...
Thoughts that may massacre me if ever exposed somehow became the words I’m now dying to say,
The same diseased expressions eagerly awaiting an opportunity to asphyxiate me once spoken wrong…
Leaving me debilitated by the repulsive taste lingering on from there contagious lies while I unwillingly infected for them fresh prey.
Although the truth is that most people prefer being lied to.
Ignorance’s sanctum appears inviting when someone’s existence becomes insanity’s deranged dream,
It’s that phobia of torture...
837 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2010 9:51am
15th Jan 2010 9:51am
What A Sweet Addiction I'm All Caught Up In
Take a moment- imagine how it feels,
The slightest twinge of pain- the nightmare is real,
The warmth inside and the heat you once felt,
A fire inside- cold as the skin we melt.
(extingushed)
Breaking your bones with every heartbeat,
Dirty dealings with each demon you meet...
You're a waste of life wasting our air,
But we're all sinners- why should we care?
(fall to you knees)
Twisted and tangled down this rabbit hole we go,
But riding out disaster is all we've ever known,
What a shame- we waste life while the world gets wasted,
All for a...
The slightest twinge of pain- the nightmare is real,
The warmth inside and the heat you once felt,
A fire inside- cold as the skin we melt.
(extingushed)
Breaking your bones with every heartbeat,
Dirty dealings with each demon you meet...
You're a waste of life wasting our air,
But we're all sinners- why should we care?
(fall to you knees)
Twisted and tangled down this rabbit hole we go,
But riding out disaster is all we've ever known,
What a shame- we waste life while the world gets wasted,
All for a...
995 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2010 5:31am
13th Jan 2010 5:31am
The End.
My secret’s not even my own
Everyone can see what’s really going on
It’s so obvious I’ve lost control
This situation got too far out of hand
Can’t you see how desperately I need help?
I really screwed up this time and took things a little to far
I’ve done so much damage to myself
Leave me alone and I’ll only do more.
Am I not worth saving?
My lungs are filling with water as you leave me drowning
And I know you knew about the burns
The marks are clearly visible
I no longer bother to cover the scars.
There’s a war always raging on in my head...
Everyone can see what’s really going on
It’s so obvious I’ve lost control
This situation got too far out of hand
Can’t you see how desperately I need help?
I really screwed up this time and took things a little to far
I’ve done so much damage to myself
Leave me alone and I’ll only do more.
Am I not worth saving?
My lungs are filling with water as you leave me drowning
And I know you knew about the burns
The marks are clearly visible
I no longer bother to cover the scars.
There’s a war always raging on in my head...
798 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2010 8:43pm
11th Jan 2010 8:43pm
This Seems Real To Me.
We live our lives like an open book.
Fairytales of ever afters that rarely have a happy ending.
Every story becomes a song, and we sing our own out loud but to ourselves.
Lyrics left a mystery... lost and unheard.
Sought after by those who's ears fall deaf.
Searching.
Seeking.
Speak more softly or risk losing your nerve.
((Ever after is a tragedy...a lifetime lost to history.))
Anyone has the ability to be ashamed of there own past.
It makes for an easy excuse.
Easily escaped.
Pride is all but impossible, simply illogical.
Wanting more is...
Fairytales of ever afters that rarely have a happy ending.
Every story becomes a song, and we sing our own out loud but to ourselves.
Lyrics left a mystery... lost and unheard.
Sought after by those who's ears fall deaf.
Searching.
Seeking.
Speak more softly or risk losing your nerve.
((Ever after is a tragedy...a lifetime lost to history.))
Anyone has the ability to be ashamed of there own past.
It makes for an easy excuse.
Easily escaped.
Pride is all but impossible, simply illogical.
Wanting more is...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2010 9:25pm
10th Jan 2010 9:25pm
I think; I think too much.
A little piece of mind might just give me some clarity
or clean up this mess you make of me..
But that's not even possible until I can learn to keep this to myself.
Openning my mouth only leaves me vulnerable..
to slipping up and spilling my guts to you.
I've just never been one to keep my own secrets-
I lack the self-control that should naturally stop me..
from dissapointing myself.
This wouldn't hurt so much..
if I didn't already know just how little you've actually heard.
This game you've got us playing now..
it has me so screwed up at times....
or clean up this mess you make of me..
But that's not even possible until I can learn to keep this to myself.
Openning my mouth only leaves me vulnerable..
to slipping up and spilling my guts to you.
I've just never been one to keep my own secrets-
I lack the self-control that should naturally stop me..
from dissapointing myself.
This wouldn't hurt so much..
if I didn't already know just how little you've actually heard.
This game you've got us playing now..
it has me so screwed up at times....
736 reads
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