Submissions by sophiehunt (Sophie Hunt)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2016 6:23am
11th Nov 2016 6:23am
English vagabond
I was a lost girl, whom found a place upon the fringe of hell. I taunt the church and dance on graves and tamper with the bells. To some my behaviour seems quite extreme, an appetite for pain, but just to me, and perhaps only me, its not a pain but a great relief, to find a way to vent my grief, and as barbaric as it may seem, a dance with fire awakens me, from the worldly slumber.
An English orphan is what I am, a vagabond at best. A scheming, screaming tormented soul I had no place to rest. I found my home inside this whole of magic beans and potions, a siren genie whom...
An English orphan is what I am, a vagabond at best. A scheming, screaming tormented soul I had no place to rest. I found my home inside this whole of magic beans and potions, a siren genie whom...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Nov 2016 3:57pm
10th Nov 2016 3:57pm
Making love to the dark
I see glitter when I stare your way, your shining, sparkling, dangerous face. Wings grow from my back and I shape shift in to the majestic magpie, focused, honed in, only on you. But when I fly to close your heat burns the tips of my wings and I recoil in pain everytime,but like the moth drawn to the flame, I can not give in, I know nothing other than the satisfying sting of your allure.
Your dangerous and you only bring darkness, but I am safe in darkness, I am home, like a wolf in the dead of night, I follow only the light of the moon and the stirring of intuition in my stomach to...
Your dangerous and you only bring darkness, but I am safe in darkness, I am home, like a wolf in the dead of night, I follow only the light of the moon and the stirring of intuition in my stomach to...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2016 3:49pm
10th Nov 2016 3:49pm
Can you see my rotten?
And so they see my pretty face,
And so grows a longing for a simple taste,
To touch my skin to come inside,
To be my lover man and wife,
But if only they saw the rot inside,
If they could preview through my eyes,
If they could see my blackened soul,
My demented brain my haunted home,
A creature so vile I reject myself,
A poison soul beyond earthly help,
My fate was sealed at a tender age,
But a pretty face seems to hide the strange,
They cant see I am crazed,
The tar running through my veins,
My orphan cry for days and days,...
And so grows a longing for a simple taste,
To touch my skin to come inside,
To be my lover man and wife,
But if only they saw the rot inside,
If they could preview through my eyes,
If they could see my blackened soul,
My demented brain my haunted home,
A creature so vile I reject myself,
A poison soul beyond earthly help,
My fate was sealed at a tender age,
But a pretty face seems to hide the strange,
They cant see I am crazed,
The tar running through my veins,
My orphan cry for days and days,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Nov 2016 7:46am
10th Nov 2016 7:46am
anxiety
Anxiety is a cage, a box with no air. Its a silent paranoid suffocation. Its a prison or castle. Its a haunting. Its a place inside that locks up and the lock freezes over and over until it becomes unbreakable, impenetrable. I black out the windows and bar the doors and for days or weeks I have an anonymous existence. I lurk in the shadows of my own hallways, jailed inside my own home. Every crinkle of a leaf outside my home, every car door, every laugh from the bright world outside, sends my stomach swirling into a sickness no one understands. Who is coming to do me harm I wonder from inside...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Nov 2016 7:21am
10th Nov 2016 7:21am
i would rather be mad!
And so it seems that mad I am,
And to know my state how very glad I am,
Because what would be the worst of all,
than to believe my thoughts are the normal ones,
Yes everything would make much less sense,
If I didn't know why I feel what I felt,
If I didn't know to whisper for help,
Because of the odd DNA I was dealt,
I took a look at what this normality means,
And I recorded it on a tin of beans,
I saw the cracks in society,
No this normality was not me,
Yes I resign to remain how I am,
The alternative.. Unfamiliar and ever...
And to know my state how very glad I am,
Because what would be the worst of all,
than to believe my thoughts are the normal ones,
Yes everything would make much less sense,
If I didn't know why I feel what I felt,
If I didn't know to whisper for help,
Because of the odd DNA I was dealt,
I took a look at what this normality means,
And I recorded it on a tin of beans,
I saw the cracks in society,
No this normality was not me,
Yes I resign to remain how I am,
The alternative.. Unfamiliar and ever...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2016 11:05pm
9th Nov 2016 11:05pm
dead already
I look in the glass at my decaying face,
Like a rose at its end leaves falling away,
Like a ghost in the light fading away,
A fight I can't win I am dying today,
Though don't cry for me dear mourn you should not,
For I am used to this now it happens alot,
It bothers me not as it happens so often,
My body has hardened into my spirits own coffin,
Once I remember my heart jumped out my chest,
I cried so long once my eyes rolled out my head,
There once was a time i sat screaming so hard,
My voice rotted to nothing and into the dark,
A time...
Like a rose at its end leaves falling away,
Like a ghost in the light fading away,
A fight I can't win I am dying today,
Though don't cry for me dear mourn you should not,
For I am used to this now it happens alot,
It bothers me not as it happens so often,
My body has hardened into my spirits own coffin,
Once I remember my heart jumped out my chest,
I cried so long once my eyes rolled out my head,
There once was a time i sat screaming so hard,
My voice rotted to nothing and into the dark,
A time...
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