Submissions by shifuni
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
1st Oct 2014 2:17am
1st Oct 2014 2:17am
Dripping Heart
Blood drips from every direction
My skin is numbed from every invisible stab
I tell myself everyday
one day at a time.
Cold hearted from pain
Loneliness stirs from deep within
Tired at everything.
Blood flow weakens.
Shock from each nerve
signals the brain to shut off
I've never known pain this grand.
I've come to realized that I'm possibly killing myself.
That's okay, I dealt with three years
I can deal with more.
The fate changes slowly
the morbid minds quickly hastens
thoughts, sounds, egotistical fears...
My skin is numbed from every invisible stab
I tell myself everyday
one day at a time.
Cold hearted from pain
Loneliness stirs from deep within
Tired at everything.
Blood flow weakens.
Shock from each nerve
signals the brain to shut off
I've never known pain this grand.
I've come to realized that I'm possibly killing myself.
That's okay, I dealt with three years
I can deal with more.
The fate changes slowly
the morbid minds quickly hastens
thoughts, sounds, egotistical fears...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 1:55am
16th Sep 2013 1:55am
Insane Wander
Leftover scars burn to dust
Flesh wounds heal incorrectly
The damaged to myself is backwards
whatever is said to be normal
insanity slowly creeping through the shell.
This is never shown.
I'm a normal person I'll say.
Who really agrees with me?
I'll go off on my own. It's not like
anyone cares what happens to me.
I'll wander my imagination to find it
all scatter and broken.
This is how it is now.
You have to live on your own.
It's a dog eat dog world.
No one will care, no will one will love.
It's only...
Flesh wounds heal incorrectly
The damaged to myself is backwards
whatever is said to be normal
insanity slowly creeping through the shell.
This is never shown.
I'm a normal person I'll say.
Who really agrees with me?
I'll go off on my own. It's not like
anyone cares what happens to me.
I'll wander my imagination to find it
all scatter and broken.
This is how it is now.
You have to live on your own.
It's a dog eat dog world.
No one will care, no will one will love.
It's only...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Sep 2013 4:55pm
7th Sep 2013 4:55pm
Blackout Life
I walk over to a sight to see
one to two to three to four
It was you who had broke the part
How could you do this when no one was looking?
I can't comprehend on how to fix this broken heart
You were the one for me, but i guess you
changed the way I see. This may be the end for you and me
lets see how this goes
oh, oh, oh, I see the way you are
oh, oh, oh I wanna know you more
Oh let us be the light in our blackout life
You fall out of line and I had to pick you up
I see the way you look and I find it so ordinary
The way we are...
one to two to three to four
It was you who had broke the part
How could you do this when no one was looking?
I can't comprehend on how to fix this broken heart
You were the one for me, but i guess you
changed the way I see. This may be the end for you and me
lets see how this goes
oh, oh, oh, I see the way you are
oh, oh, oh I wanna know you more
Oh let us be the light in our blackout life
You fall out of line and I had to pick you up
I see the way you look and I find it so ordinary
The way we are...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2013 6:31am
29th Jun 2013 6:31am
Trapped
Sleep and you'll dream
Dream and you'll sleep
Can't choose which is which
I'll just float a bit.
Can't push pause
can't start til I know
who is the player
who is the enemy
the journey I take
depends on what role I choose
in the game of haste
It starts of easy,
then next time to gets a little hard.
Soon you'll turn left to extreme.
I only have one life
in this game I play.
I don't have a second chance
though I have a cheat,
through the center of time
which I can't beat.
Who to defeat?...
Dream and you'll sleep
Can't choose which is which
I'll just float a bit.
Can't push pause
can't start til I know
who is the player
who is the enemy
the journey I take
depends on what role I choose
in the game of haste
It starts of easy,
then next time to gets a little hard.
Soon you'll turn left to extreme.
I only have one life
in this game I play.
I don't have a second chance
though I have a cheat,
through the center of time
which I can't beat.
Who to defeat?...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 2:47am
1st Jun 2013 2:47am
Dreams of Nightmares
Time is up,
I got to get going
one step forward
I am gone.
My vision is blurry
lead me where I got to go
I am scared to be left behind
grab my hand
I hear music
dance with me
sing with me
let's lose control
make a memory together
the rhythm of the beat
the touch of fingertips sends a spark
what is happening?
I finally see who you are
you led and tear
took me to a place of nightmares
The forbidden act came true
the final act is due
I have the final blow
It's time to let go
I got to get going
one step forward
I am gone.
My vision is blurry
lead me where I got to go
I am scared to be left behind
grab my hand
I hear music
dance with me
sing with me
let's lose control
make a memory together
the rhythm of the beat
the touch of fingertips sends a spark
what is happening?
I finally see who you are
you led and tear
took me to a place of nightmares
The forbidden act came true
the final act is due
I have the final blow
It's time to let go
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2013 1:24am
1st Apr 2013 1:24am
View of an Image
I look in the mirror
the person I'm staring at
is making the same exact moves.
Do I know this person?
Is this my memory?
She is beautiful,
yet, she looks like me.
But, I don't look like that.
What kind of view is this?
Where do these images come from?
Are they who i view myself,
or just a parallel reality?
This person, is not a copy.
She doesn't remind me of anyone.
She seems original. A miracle.
She seems like a perfect idea.
If only If only I viewed myself that way.
the person I'm staring at
is making the same exact moves.
Do I know this person?
Is this my memory?
She is beautiful,
yet, she looks like me.
But, I don't look like that.
What kind of view is this?
Where do these images come from?
Are they who i view myself,
or just a parallel reality?
This person, is not a copy.
She doesn't remind me of anyone.
She seems original. A miracle.
She seems like a perfect idea.
If only If only I viewed myself that way.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 5:17pm
16th Feb 2013 5:17pm
Stuck In Time
Stuck. That's where I am.
No where to go, can not achieve anymore.
Everyone is moving forward,
while I'm here alone.
What's stopping me here?
Is it fate,
or maybe my own mind.
Maybe I'm just not strong enough
and he's telling me to wait.
Why though?
Have I done something wrong,
or am I just not mature enough.
I'm just not done.
I'm growing but not.
So, through power,
and physically.
I will move myself forward.
I will NOT be stuck in time anymore.
No where to go, can not achieve anymore.
Everyone is moving forward,
while I'm here alone.
What's stopping me here?
Is it fate,
or maybe my own mind.
Maybe I'm just not strong enough
and he's telling me to wait.
Why though?
Have I done something wrong,
or am I just not mature enough.
I'm just not done.
I'm growing but not.
So, through power,
and physically.
I will move myself forward.
I will NOT be stuck in time anymore.
810 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 11:29am
28th Jan 2013 11:29am
Picture of Life
There's a blank canvas,
it describes who I am.
Do I paint on it?
What do I do?
Is it suppose to be the emptiness I felt?
Or is it the path of life I've yet to accomplish.
I don't have any paint or brushes,
do I have to find them too?
What is this of looking for items of nothingness,
are they special in any way, or just to complete
a picture of hopes and dreams.
I looked through every petal
and every single stem in this field of flowers.
This artwork I was suppose to make was here.
It was peaceful and quiet.
Astounding...
it describes who I am.
Do I paint on it?
What do I do?
Is it suppose to be the emptiness I felt?
Or is it the path of life I've yet to accomplish.
I don't have any paint or brushes,
do I have to find them too?
What is this of looking for items of nothingness,
are they special in any way, or just to complete
a picture of hopes and dreams.
I looked through every petal
and every single stem in this field of flowers.
This artwork I was suppose to make was here.
It was peaceful and quiet.
Astounding...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 2:58am
18th Jan 2013 2:58am
My Partner, My Friend.
You are slowly slipping away
I can feel you disappearing
every single day, one step closer.
That is my greatest fear
I am losing you,
but I felt like I just met you.
I don't want you to go away
you are my best friend
a love like no other.
I am afraid
how will I be able to get by
you bring my happiness
you ease my pain
you always came to me when I was lonely
You are leaving me
while you lay there
here I am
watching you there
you are still
no sound, no movement.
I just sit there
with one...
I can feel you disappearing
every single day, one step closer.
That is my greatest fear
I am losing you,
but I felt like I just met you.
I don't want you to go away
you are my best friend
a love like no other.
I am afraid
how will I be able to get by
you bring my happiness
you ease my pain
you always came to me when I was lonely
You are leaving me
while you lay there
here I am
watching you there
you are still
no sound, no movement.
I just sit there
with one...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 2:59am
19th Dec 2012 2:59am
Mental Breakdown
I heard the demand
I was forced to go
all the memories resurface in my mind
I stare blankly
a wet, lukewarm tear runs down my face
"what is this?" I wonder,
"It seems like I have been crying."
All these thoughts make my mind go blank.
"Do I really have to go through this?"
I guess I do.
I feel more tears,
I run. Run to a place where no one can see me.
I stare in a mirror.
All I see is a girl, with red puffy eyes.
I wipe the tears from my eyes.
I walk out, to face the devastation of...
I was forced to go
all the memories resurface in my mind
I stare blankly
a wet, lukewarm tear runs down my face
"what is this?" I wonder,
"It seems like I have been crying."
All these thoughts make my mind go blank.
"Do I really have to go through this?"
I guess I do.
I feel more tears,
I run. Run to a place where no one can see me.
I stare in a mirror.
All I see is a girl, with red puffy eyes.
I wipe the tears from my eyes.
I walk out, to face the devastation of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 3:29am
6th Nov 2012 3:29am
Good or Evil
Going through the days
fighting new enemies
off a scale of easy to hard
going through mountain tops
to valleys below, green gardens of wonders
into a deep dark abyss, into a mystery of magic
finding out who you play.
Change the style, be in the distance or close.
Be in the shadows or wide open, you'll fight to the end.
In this world, you find out which side you're on.
Good or Evil.
Choose
fighting new enemies
off a scale of easy to hard
going through mountain tops
to valleys below, green gardens of wonders
into a deep dark abyss, into a mystery of magic
finding out who you play.
Change the style, be in the distance or close.
Be in the shadows or wide open, you'll fight to the end.
In this world, you find out which side you're on.
Good or Evil.
Choose
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