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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"The protege learns from the master, the master learns from the Gods." - George (Joji) Miller (Alias Filthy Frank)
DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 00:16am
24th Nov 2012 00:16am
don't try and stop me..
i'm leaving but i'll return.
i'm going where i deserve to be.
the place might not be where i feel safe.
don't try and stop me.
i've made some mistakes.
i'm content with loneliness. forever.
my pain just can't be spilt any longer.
don't try and stop me.
i won't look back.
i want to move forward.
the best liars are your friends.
don't try and stop me.
i'm feelin' good. finally.
i've never felt happier
see ya when i return.
i'll return as a ghost with no direction.
i have no use.
i'll just float away.
all...
i'm going where i deserve to be.
the place might not be where i feel safe.
don't try and stop me.
i've made some mistakes.
i'm content with loneliness. forever.
my pain just can't be spilt any longer.
don't try and stop me.
i won't look back.
i want to move forward.
the best liars are your friends.
don't try and stop me.
i'm feelin' good. finally.
i've never felt happier
see ya when i return.
i'll return as a ghost with no direction.
i have no use.
i'll just float away.
all...
831 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2012 6:50pm
22nd Nov 2012 6:50pm
slice slice slice
pale white skin
shiny silver blade
press ever
so slowly...
slice slice slice
spilling crimson pains
dull throbing begins
straght cuts
are important
slice slice slice
pour salt on
blooming high begins
sharpen blade
for another day
slice slice slice
shiny silver blade
press ever
so slowly...
slice slice slice
spilling crimson pains
dull throbing begins
straght cuts
are important
slice slice slice
pour salt on
blooming high begins
sharpen blade
for another day
slice slice slice
871 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 6:43am
21st Nov 2012 6:43am
Roads -for thyvampirprince
this desolate wasteland they call life really hurts.
this rocky road cuts hard when you fall.
this road shouldn't even exist
because of how many have treaded upon it.
yet it still persists, its worn tar scared
and weak.
this road has stayed throughout all obstacles, from winding
through mountains and crossing oceans.
it has continued its journey.
but now
another road
revels itself.
this smooth road doesn't cut as deep when you fall.
this road is new,the smell
of fresh tar lingering in my nostrails.
it marks a new...
this rocky road cuts hard when you fall.
this road shouldn't even exist
because of how many have treaded upon it.
yet it still persists, its worn tar scared
and weak.
this road has stayed throughout all obstacles, from winding
through mountains and crossing oceans.
it has continued its journey.
but now
another road
revels itself.
this smooth road doesn't cut as deep when you fall.
this road is new,the smell
of fresh tar lingering in my nostrails.
it marks a new...
757 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 4:40am
20th Nov 2012 4:40am
plauge
this world is suffering a plauge that most don't see.
its hidden its hidden very carefully.
technology has taken over everyones minds.
pop culture has made nobody one of a kind.
cliché people, no originality.
masking our true identities.
society has created a bind
that surrounds all and we must find
a way to loosen thy knot.
but theres too many mindless robots.
the world is coming to a stop
because of a plauge that spread a lot.
its hidden its hidden very carefully.
technology has taken over everyones minds.
pop culture has made nobody one of a kind.
cliché people, no originality.
masking our true identities.
society has created a bind
that surrounds all and we must find
a way to loosen thy knot.
but theres too many mindless robots.
the world is coming to a stop
because of a plauge that spread a lot.
777 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 4:57am
19th Nov 2012 4:57am
(insert)
crows
such strange birds
shunned for how creepy they are(seem)
i
am like those birds
feeling shunned for what i do(am)
i
can easily relate
to those poor souls who wander daily(forever)
lonely
is the word
that i say(feel)
i
don't want to be
a crow any longer
such strange birds
shunned for how creepy they are(seem)
i
am like those birds
feeling shunned for what i do(am)
i
can easily relate
to those poor souls who wander daily(forever)
lonely
is the word
that i say(feel)
i
don't want to be
a crow any longer
662 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 00:46am
19th Nov 2012 00:46am
normal?
love
not the normal kind
the kind that devours
all that remains
a cannibal
stealing our lives
draining them away
for eternity.
pain
not the normal kind
the one that provides
sweet anguish
a savior
produing our lives
providing the reality
that we need.
love
the kind that flies away
the one that leaves
an empty heart
a void
burning in the soul
showing me the ways
of this world.
pain
the kind you want to keep
the one you want to hold
in your hand forever
a lover
keeping you in...
not the normal kind
the kind that devours
all that remains
a cannibal
stealing our lives
draining them away
for eternity.
pain
not the normal kind
the one that provides
sweet anguish
a savior
produing our lives
providing the reality
that we need.
love
the kind that flies away
the one that leaves
an empty heart
a void
burning in the soul
showing me the ways
of this world.
pain
the kind you want to keep
the one you want to hold
in your hand forever
a lover
keeping you in...
877 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2012 9:15pm
17th Nov 2012 9:15pm
Allison
my picture perfect porcerli doll
sitting on my ledge
her long carmel colored hair
flowing down her back
her flawless radient skin and brillant blue eyes
she was perfect
until one day a hand swiped her chest and
she fell doun the
rabbit hole and shattered
her long hair tangled
her skin dull and
her eyes wet with tears
and she was broken
slowly i tried to make the pieces fit
but a piece was missing
and it pissed me off
he had stolen a piece that wasn't his to take
your can't put something back if you don't have it
i was...
sitting on my ledge
her long carmel colored hair
flowing down her back
her flawless radient skin and brillant blue eyes
she was perfect
until one day a hand swiped her chest and
she fell doun the
rabbit hole and shattered
her long hair tangled
her skin dull and
her eyes wet with tears
and she was broken
slowly i tried to make the pieces fit
but a piece was missing
and it pissed me off
he had stolen a piece that wasn't his to take
your can't put something back if you don't have it
i was...
693 reads
9 Comments
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