Submissions by wearefools350 (Gun Powder)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello, I am a fellow so called poet who likes to write poetry from time to time. I;m not on here as often so you'll probably only hear from me once in a blue moon.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 6:15pm
23rd Mar 2013 6:15pm
She King
The water boils as the the world drowns in crimson when she lets herself bleed.
There is no more serenity as long as shes chained to the barbwire gates, waiting for the beasts to consume the thoughts beneath the skin.
The once she king is screaming again, she wants them to let her go. The men who said they were her friends. Locked in a tank of holy water won’t heal her wounds, it only burns the sinner she is.
Her kingdom went crumbling down the day she let vanity take her crown. The white horses turned dirty and black, they feed off the sweet dreams of you and...
There is no more serenity as long as shes chained to the barbwire gates, waiting for the beasts to consume the thoughts beneath the skin.
The once she king is screaming again, she wants them to let her go. The men who said they were her friends. Locked in a tank of holy water won’t heal her wounds, it only burns the sinner she is.
Her kingdom went crumbling down the day she let vanity take her crown. The white horses turned dirty and black, they feed off the sweet dreams of you and...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 7:39pm
22nd Mar 2013 7:39pm
Kaninchen und Fuchs
You may want to live longer darling because those pills won’t do you any good.
Liebling, I love your green eyes, they remind me of the forest where we would play.
I was the rabbit and you were the fox, kaninchen und fuchs.
You were always so sly.
Taking everything you wanted and then hide it away from me.
How many virgin canvases have been stained by your wine?
You said you were gonna live forever but you were too selfish, so you died.
Left there with nothing but a white flag, I dragged it across this dirty earth that cools...
Liebling, I love your green eyes, they remind me of the forest where we would play.
I was the rabbit and you were the fox, kaninchen und fuchs.
You were always so sly.
Taking everything you wanted and then hide it away from me.
How many virgin canvases have been stained by your wine?
You said you were gonna live forever but you were too selfish, so you died.
Left there with nothing but a white flag, I dragged it across this dirty earth that cools...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 7:38pm
22nd Mar 2013 7:38pm
I Don't Care
Time in the hallway where you set your stage. It was getting quicker as gusts of self pity and self righteousness spill from your mouth.
You said that you were fighting to exist even though we see you everyday and invite you out to play.
You told me that you wanted rights that you can not succeed in. I will fight the words that creep into my doorway of my mind that I’ve kept locked up since the conversation started.
I loved you as a person but I didn’t like some of the things you did.
You voiced your opinion but never let me have a turn.
One...
You said that you were fighting to exist even though we see you everyday and invite you out to play.
You told me that you wanted rights that you can not succeed in. I will fight the words that creep into my doorway of my mind that I’ve kept locked up since the conversation started.
I loved you as a person but I didn’t like some of the things you did.
You voiced your opinion but never let me have a turn.
One...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 00:10am
22nd Mar 2013 00:10am
We Are Turning Cold
When they come for you they wear dark shades of crimson that reflects the color of the rivers flowing through your veins. All the ugliness inside starts to overflow, it drowns you in a pit of empty threats you spit to others and fake emotions so that maybe you can steal a sliver from the spotlight in a darker term. There is a seed planted in your head that makes you think that no one wants to be your lover or a friend and it hurts us. Your megaphone rants on how no one loves you makes us cry. But the tears eventually stop. Some turn away because your self pity makes us sick and others feel as...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 00:04am
22nd Mar 2013 00:04am
A Life Like You
When you surround yourself with negativity, you start to blow out that amazing glow.
You eyes no longer shine and pearly white bones start to grind starting from the jaw and down.
When all you do is point out the bad things in life and lose sight of the beautiful things that stand before you, have you gone internally blind?
Have the people who love you become nothing more than fragments of broken glass on the floor.
Were we never good enough that you had to go for blood and bullets when we offered you a safe and sound lighthouse looking for all the...
You eyes no longer shine and pearly white bones start to grind starting from the jaw and down.
When all you do is point out the bad things in life and lose sight of the beautiful things that stand before you, have you gone internally blind?
Have the people who love you become nothing more than fragments of broken glass on the floor.
Were we never good enough that you had to go for blood and bullets when we offered you a safe and sound lighthouse looking for all the...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 2:44pm
20th Mar 2013 2:44pm
Oh Belarus
Oh Belarus, why are you so cruel?
Because everything seemed to spin as they dragged my darling out of bed, they pulled him down the halls and down the stairs and shot him in the head.
Maybe it's the polution in the air that drives me to the edge, it's a corruption of the lungs from the air full of disease that makes it hard to breathe.
The streets have grown dirty and dim from the streetlights that failed to light my way home before the abuse happens like everyday before.
Oh Belarus, what have I done? Have the many gifts of guns not satisfied you at all?...
Because everything seemed to spin as they dragged my darling out of bed, they pulled him down the halls and down the stairs and shot him in the head.
Maybe it's the polution in the air that drives me to the edge, it's a corruption of the lungs from the air full of disease that makes it hard to breathe.
The streets have grown dirty and dim from the streetlights that failed to light my way home before the abuse happens like everyday before.
Oh Belarus, what have I done? Have the many gifts of guns not satisfied you at all?...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 7:27pm
19th Mar 2013 7:27pm
Mechanical Child
Iam a mechanical child.
My gears are broken and rusted from lack of care.
Screws pop, eyes dialate, and the clock is ticking back and forth.
I've been in love with the wrong world that runs on vanity and constant insanity.
The people looked so inviting and when we met they seemed so exciting.
But like every story, there was a dramatic twist that shook me in my sleep from the earthquake of everyone else's problems.
I couldn't move because the hooks in my skin kept me anchored down with other mechanical children who scream and yell...
My gears are broken and rusted from lack of care.
Screws pop, eyes dialate, and the clock is ticking back and forth.
I've been in love with the wrong world that runs on vanity and constant insanity.
The people looked so inviting and when we met they seemed so exciting.
But like every story, there was a dramatic twist that shook me in my sleep from the earthquake of everyone else's problems.
I couldn't move because the hooks in my skin kept me anchored down with other mechanical children who scream and yell...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by wearefools350 (Gun Powder)
