Submissions by valsatiger
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My Fall
Wallpaper of blood
Peeling with sympathy
Dements the pavement
Enflames it with mercy
Tell me child
Can it be?
What was once alive
Is empty?
Peeling with sympathy
Dements the pavement
Enflames it with mercy
Tell me child
Can it be?
What was once alive
Is empty?
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My Hate on Hate
She’s so fat.
He’s a fag.
She’s so slutty.
He’s a player.
I think she’s pregnant.
She looks like plastic.
Horny is his middle name.
I swear he’s wearing ChapStick.
What a drama queen.
What a frat.
She wears the same thing every day.
He's got sweat stains down his back.
OMG she’s such a white girl.
He’s a douche.
Is he wearing Crocs??
She’s a fatty.
What a blonde.
He’s just a pot head…
I wish the world was bombed.
I have to say
People are not always great
When they act
With so much hate...
He’s a fag.
She’s so slutty.
He’s a player.
I think she’s pregnant.
She looks like plastic.
Horny is his middle name.
I swear he’s wearing ChapStick.
What a drama queen.
What a frat.
She wears the same thing every day.
He's got sweat stains down his back.
OMG she’s such a white girl.
He’s a douche.
Is he wearing Crocs??
She’s a fatty.
What a blonde.
He’s just a pot head…
I wish the world was bombed.
I have to say
People are not always great
When they act
With so much hate...
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6 Comments
Dear Aaron
Dear Aaron,
You’re different. You’re the best kind of different. You are healthy, strong, and handsome. You are passionate, charming and intelligent. I don’t think you understand how beautiful these qualities are when they’re all combined into one, wonderful, Aaron Gibson. There are people that would tell me I’m being naďve, stubborn, or even a little bit stupid, but I believe in you. And I try to believe in us.
When I was a little girl, I always dreamt of this ideal, perfect, guy. We lived in our own little Utopia, where we spent every waking moment together. But now, in reality, I...
You’re different. You’re the best kind of different. You are healthy, strong, and handsome. You are passionate, charming and intelligent. I don’t think you understand how beautiful these qualities are when they’re all combined into one, wonderful, Aaron Gibson. There are people that would tell me I’m being naďve, stubborn, or even a little bit stupid, but I believe in you. And I try to believe in us.
When I was a little girl, I always dreamt of this ideal, perfect, guy. We lived in our own little Utopia, where we spent every waking moment together. But now, in reality, I...
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4 Comments
War Child
I chose the way
Heaping hollow and valley of death
Marked still with silence
Serene
Bubble bath of bloodbath
I will meet you when I am older
Have I a smile?
Shrewd yet unripe
Still it haunts me
This is the way I fight
Squeals and shrieks
And I hide for days
Hide beside me
Liar
Thief
Stray
As we fade to ghosts
Dying dreams
Crashing swarming round in one haze
Years turn to rubble
Your story’s decay
I am here to spare you
Born to ravage
Leaving you somewhere to stay
Children stand...
Heaping hollow and valley of death
Marked still with silence
Serene
Bubble bath of bloodbath
I will meet you when I am older
Have I a smile?
Shrewd yet unripe
Still it haunts me
This is the way I fight
Squeals and shrieks
And I hide for days
Hide beside me
Liar
Thief
Stray
As we fade to ghosts
Dying dreams
Crashing swarming round in one haze
Years turn to rubble
Your story’s decay
I am here to spare you
Born to ravage
Leaving you somewhere to stay
Children stand...
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12 Comments
Eyes for Me
Heavenly man
Heartbeat of mine
I am the mistress of the line
Draw it.
This perpetual port
Filthy masquerade
Smithereens flying still
Whither hither
Far and shrill
A runaway child
Looking for escape
Needs not a home
But somewhere new to hate
This life only has
One destination
It holds new meaning
One proposition
Name your galaxy
And hail to the beast
Let it be grand
Occupied with your delicacy
Though creatures stir in the night
Under sought-after light
You shall never feel......
Heartbeat of mine
I am the mistress of the line
Draw it.
This perpetual port
Filthy masquerade
Smithereens flying still
Whither hither
Far and shrill
A runaway child
Looking for escape
Needs not a home
But somewhere new to hate
This life only has
One destination
It holds new meaning
One proposition
Name your galaxy
And hail to the beast
Let it be grand
Occupied with your delicacy
Though creatures stir in the night
Under sought-after light
You shall never feel......
1031 reads
17 Comments
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