Submissions by torirelli
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2016 6:26am
12th Sep 2016 6:26am
She calls from the doorway
She calls my name,
The sweet, seductive voice
Knocking on my door.
To let her in
Would be to leave
To leave it all behind
And be free
She calls again and again
The sweet feeling of cool words
Brushing against my skin
To answer back
Would be the end
The end of all I've known
And be free
I must answer her call
The sweet, seductive sound
Opening the door I call back,
"I wish to be free"
The sweet, seductive voice
Knocking on my door.
To let her in
Would be to leave
To leave it all behind
And be free
She calls again and again
The sweet feeling of cool words
Brushing against my skin
To answer back
Would be the end
The end of all I've known
And be free
I must answer her call
The sweet, seductive sound
Opening the door I call back,
"I wish to be free"
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 3:28pm
10th Sep 2013 3:28pm
I Wonder...
I wonder...
If there was a day that I did not show up...
Would anyone miss me?
If I dissappeared, nowhere to be seen...
Would anyone look for me?
If I crawled into my own little shell, not speaking with a single person...
Would anyone seek me out?
I wonder...
If I pulled away from everyone,
Would anyone pull me back?
If I went away forever...
Would anyone wonder where I'd gone?
If I was dead, gone,
Would anyone care?
I wonder...
If I were dead and gone,
Would there be any going back?
I wonder....
If there was a day that I did not show up...
Would anyone miss me?
If I dissappeared, nowhere to be seen...
Would anyone look for me?
If I crawled into my own little shell, not speaking with a single person...
Would anyone seek me out?
I wonder...
If I pulled away from everyone,
Would anyone pull me back?
If I went away forever...
Would anyone wonder where I'd gone?
If I was dead, gone,
Would anyone care?
I wonder...
If I were dead and gone,
Would there be any going back?
I wonder....
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 4:42am
18th Jan 2013 4:42am
No one would.
Some nights I look at my scars
I look and I think,
"Damn, why did I do that?
it was so stupid,
I didn't deserve to get to that point,
I shouldn't have let myself,
I'm glad im not in that dark place anymore."
But then there are those nights..
When I look at my scars and think,
"Damn! I didn't do a good enough job,
I deserve worse,
I should have tortured myself worse.
Maybe i should do that now...
I'm not worth it anyway,
Who would care..?
No one, that's who."
And some nights I give in.
Rare,...
I look and I think,
"Damn, why did I do that?
it was so stupid,
I didn't deserve to get to that point,
I shouldn't have let myself,
I'm glad im not in that dark place anymore."
But then there are those nights..
When I look at my scars and think,
"Damn! I didn't do a good enough job,
I deserve worse,
I should have tortured myself worse.
Maybe i should do that now...
I'm not worth it anyway,
Who would care..?
No one, that's who."
And some nights I give in.
Rare,...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 11:51pm
6th Oct 2012 11:51pm
Is there any point?
Is there any point to this repeating pattern?
As I go through each day its the same thing.
"You're rude."
"You're mean"
"You're not good enough"
Thats all I hear.
I hear their whispers
Even those I thought I knew,
I know they laugh.
Sadly, I know they're right too.
I'm not worth it.
Is there any point to these acts I play
These shows I put on to hide my true mind.
No one sees through it,
No one truly knows what they would find.
If they did, would they care?
And would their caring really be for me?
Or...
As I go through each day its the same thing.
"You're rude."
"You're mean"
"You're not good enough"
Thats all I hear.
I hear their whispers
Even those I thought I knew,
I know they laugh.
Sadly, I know they're right too.
I'm not worth it.
Is there any point to these acts I play
These shows I put on to hide my true mind.
No one sees through it,
No one truly knows what they would find.
If they did, would they care?
And would their caring really be for me?
Or...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2012 3:31pm
21st Sep 2012 3:31pm
Red River
Theres a Red River flowing
My head is spinning
Red should be in my veins right?
My vision is blurring.
Red shouldn't be on my wrists,
Or dripping on my shirt, pants, and sheets.
This color always finds some way onto my wrists.
It drips and drips into puddles of red.
And somehow... it feels right.
I deserve this stream along my arm.
The Red River flowing from my veins.
It is soothing in a way,
Numbs me from the outside world.
When will that time come?
For this feeling to last indefinitely?
Freedom will come at a price,
But...
My head is spinning
Red should be in my veins right?
My vision is blurring.
Red shouldn't be on my wrists,
Or dripping on my shirt, pants, and sheets.
This color always finds some way onto my wrists.
It drips and drips into puddles of red.
And somehow... it feels right.
I deserve this stream along my arm.
The Red River flowing from my veins.
It is soothing in a way,
Numbs me from the outside world.
When will that time come?
For this feeling to last indefinitely?
Freedom will come at a price,
But...
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