Submissions by randomMeAndBob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sometimes when I write, it's almost like people can actually See me.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Nov 2018 00:28am
15th Nov 2018 00:28am
scare me (fear me, you look better when you cry)
There's really nothing Left.
The engine of our last hope being shoved through the front seat crushed Michael with it. And somewhere in these woods, Mathew is still burning. His charred corpse still behind my eyelids, roasted flesh caught in my lungs.
It's all I can Smell.
Ashley with the eggshell eyes and nerdy jokes now can't say much of anything. The box cutter guaranteed that the Funeral be closed casket.
As for mine,
I don't think they'll find the body.
There's nowhere to Run.
...
The engine of our last hope being shoved through the front seat crushed Michael with it. And somewhere in these woods, Mathew is still burning. His charred corpse still behind my eyelids, roasted flesh caught in my lungs.
It's all I can Smell.
Ashley with the eggshell eyes and nerdy jokes now can't say much of anything. The box cutter guaranteed that the Funeral be closed casket.
As for mine,
I don't think they'll find the body.
There's nowhere to Run.
...
#murder
#Halloween
#scary #ShortStory
#scary #ShortStory
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 7:41am
15th Jul 2017 7:41am
please, tell me you're okay
the worst days
are not knowing.
Afraid that you're already Gone,
that I've lost you
and just haven't been told.
the worst days
are waiting for news of broken girl,
found dead in her room,
Blood, almost as dark as her thoughts,
caressing her fragile wrists.
On the worst days,
I'm afraid I'm talking to a Ghost,
waiting for an answer
from a body in the ground.
are not knowing.
Afraid that you're already Gone,
that I've lost you
and just haven't been told.
the worst days
are waiting for news of broken girl,
found dead in her room,
Blood, almost as dark as her thoughts,
caressing her fragile wrists.
On the worst days,
I'm afraid I'm talking to a Ghost,
waiting for an answer
from a body in the ground.
#suicide
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 7:38am
15th Jul 2017 7:38am
the worst days
There are days
when I'm able to make her smile
and those days are the best
And then there are times
when I can't reach her at all
and I spend the rest of the day,
worrying that I said something wrong
But the days I fear most
are when her silence carries on for weeks at a time
And I just want a sign that she's okay,
But she doesn't respond.
And I have to wonder
if this time,
I was too Late.
when I'm able to make her smile
and those days are the best
And then there are times
when I can't reach her at all
and I spend the rest of the day,
worrying that I said something wrong
But the days I fear most
are when her silence carries on for weeks at a time
And I just want a sign that she's okay,
But she doesn't respond.
And I have to wonder
if this time,
I was too Late.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2017 9:46am
14th Jul 2017 9:46am
Fragments
I watched her die, little-by-little,
piece-by-piece.
Until one day, there were more tumors in her body
than there was a soul.
piece-by-piece.
Until one day, there were more tumors in her body
than there was a soul.
#grief
#family
#cancer
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2017 9:42am
14th Jul 2017 9:42am
I don't wanna hear this story
When it's over,
she crawls under the covers
and hopes the darkness takes her away.
But in the morning,
she wakes up
And relives yesterday.
When it's over,
the sun can't reach her.
There's a shadow in her skin.
In the morning,
she hopes it was a dream,
But it happens once again.
When it's over,
her eyes are darker.
There's something wrong with her smile.
But in the morning,
there's no monsters,
Just another broken child.
When it began,
and no hero saved her, ...
she crawls under the covers
and hopes the darkness takes her away.
But in the morning,
she wakes up
And relives yesterday.
When it's over,
the sun can't reach her.
There's a shadow in her skin.
In the morning,
she hopes it was a dream,
But it happens once again.
When it's over,
her eyes are darker.
There's something wrong with her smile.
But in the morning,
there's no monsters,
Just another broken child.
When it began,
and no hero saved her, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2017 00:42am
14th Jul 2017 00:42am
No Sense of Humor
And those who laughed
were thought Insane
by those who didn't realize
that
life
is the joke
were thought Insane
by those who didn't realize
that
life
is the joke
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2017 00:38am
14th Jul 2017 00:38am
Mauna Loa
Because I like loud-mouthed girls
with stormy eyes
and fires in their bellies
who speak with too much noise
and burn too brightly
from the lava in their veins
Those breathtaking Disasters
that kill me with every smile
and destroy cities in their heartache.
And knowing
I just might die,
trying to kiss the ashes,
but god,
does she take my breath away.
with stormy eyes
and fires in their bellies
who speak with too much noise
and burn too brightly
from the lava in their veins
Those breathtaking Disasters
that kill me with every smile
and destroy cities in their heartache.
And knowing
I just might die,
trying to kiss the ashes,
but god,
does she take my breath away.
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 12:25pm
13th Jul 2017 12:25pm
Something
Something about
the way she smiled
made him want to break her.
so he did.
the way she smiled
made him want to break her.
so he did.
#abuse
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 12:23pm
13th Jul 2017 12:23pm
x-tired-x
She's tired.
And I'm afraid she won't wake up tomorrow.
And I know I have no right to be, but I'm worried.
I'm scared.
I'm scared for a girl halfway across the world
with a heart made of glass and razors for veins.
I'm afraid she's falling from a tightrope
and doesn't want to be caught.
The gravity of her thoughts
is crushing her to bits
and has left her more broken
than the mirror she can't stand to look in.
I wanna chase away the Nightmares in her eyes, but
good Dreams aren't...
And I'm afraid she won't wake up tomorrow.
And I know I have no right to be, but I'm worried.
I'm scared.
I'm scared for a girl halfway across the world
with a heart made of glass and razors for veins.
I'm afraid she's falling from a tightrope
and doesn't want to be caught.
The gravity of her thoughts
is crushing her to bits
and has left her more broken
than the mirror she can't stand to look in.
I wanna chase away the Nightmares in her eyes, but
good Dreams aren't...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 2:32am
13th Jul 2017 2:32am
I don't think I have it in me to love you
Somewhere along the way, I learned of a world with a brown eyed boy who had the sunshine in his smile,
and I lost my way home.
You would think getting lost would be a scary thing,
but with him it was an escape.
And I found myself never wanting to return.
He had crescent moon eyes and butterfly laughter
that chased away my nightmares
and made breathing a dream come true
And I never wanted to wake up.
He made Flowers grow in between the cracks of sidewalks
and held my bloodstained hands as if they were treasure.
And...
and I lost my way home.
You would think getting lost would be a scary thing,
but with him it was an escape.
And I found myself never wanting to return.
He had crescent moon eyes and butterfly laughter
that chased away my nightmares
and made breathing a dream come true
And I never wanted to wake up.
He made Flowers grow in between the cracks of sidewalks
and held my bloodstained hands as if they were treasure.
And...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2017 2:23am
13th Jul 2017 2:23am
A letter to You
Sometimes you write of darkness
that spills from your fingertips,
As naturally as the prints
marring your hands
As if pain has become more recognizable to you
than your own fingerprints.
You say that you're unlovable.
You say that you're a disappointment.
and god knows the things you tell yourself
that no one ever hears.
And though we are just strangers,
I want to tell you that
You're Wrong.
You may call yourself Destruction,
but there's nothing wrong with rainbowed gasoline.
Without it, those...
that spills from your fingertips,
As naturally as the prints
marring your hands
As if pain has become more recognizable to you
than your own fingerprints.
You say that you're unlovable.
You say that you're a disappointment.
and god knows the things you tell yourself
that no one ever hears.
And though we are just strangers,
I want to tell you that
You're Wrong.
You may call yourself Destruction,
but there's nothing wrong with rainbowed gasoline.
Without it, those...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2017 1:16am
7th Jul 2017 1:16am
Better off as Ashes
She could've been beautiful,
a cascade of fireworks to light up her dark world.
But deep down, she knew what happened
to the crystal eyed kids looking to the sky.
In the end Fireworks were too big,
burned too brightly
and left you with aching eardrums.
So she snuffed out her light,
so no one wound up blinded,
so that no one got burnt,
So that the only one who got hurt
was her.
a cascade of fireworks to light up her dark world.
But deep down, she knew what happened
to the crystal eyed kids looking to the sky.
In the end Fireworks were too big,
burned too brightly
and left you with aching eardrums.
So she snuffed out her light,
so no one wound up blinded,
so that no one got burnt,
So that the only one who got hurt
was her.
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