Submissions by wickedj98 (Strange Being)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Strange and different from the rest
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 6:34pm
13th Jun 2015 6:34pm
Something short and Sweet
You are something of amazement.
When I look into your eyes I feel nothing but cravings.
You make me feel so ecstatic.
Chills rush down my spine,
My heart beats fast,
I feel a warmth throughout my body.
All I hope for is just one kiss...
Your sweet full lips against mine,
My arms around you,
Holding you until the end of time
When I look into your eyes I feel nothing but cravings.
You make me feel so ecstatic.
Chills rush down my spine,
My heart beats fast,
I feel a warmth throughout my body.
All I hope for is just one kiss...
Your sweet full lips against mine,
My arms around you,
Holding you until the end of time
1090 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jun 2015 6:12pm
13th Jun 2015 6:12pm
Let me die, to Live again.
So I sit here begging for death to lightly kiss my unfaithful lips
and take my sinning soul to emptiness so no longer do I hurt
Let my tear of blood never be shed but once
Let life see my hollow eyes never again
Let suicide sing with the color of red
Let me fall to nothingness and die
See me as nothing as do I
Kill me with all
For do I know
Do I?
Who am I?
But a corpse
to the life
I no longer live
Let me fall to the nothingness and die
Let the lips of red kiss my lips of blue
So lifeless am I
My eyes forever hollow...
and take my sinning soul to emptiness so no longer do I hurt
Let my tear of blood never be shed but once
Let life see my hollow eyes never again
Let suicide sing with the color of red
Let me fall to nothingness and die
See me as nothing as do I
Kill me with all
For do I know
Do I?
Who am I?
But a corpse
to the life
I no longer live
Let me fall to the nothingness and die
Let the lips of red kiss my lips of blue
So lifeless am I
My eyes forever hollow...
913 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 8:02am
6th Jun 2015 8:02am
Lust VS Love
He held me tight as he pressed me hard against the wall. I looked up at him a bit startled but I couldn’t get passed his eyes. His amazing eyes.. My heart was crashing over and over again against my ribcage, my breathing was unstable, and my mind was racing miles. His forehead was pressed against mine as he looked down at me and whispered so close, what is it about you, that leaves me so fascinated. It’s like I want to know your beginning, his free hand traced from the back of my thigh up, and I want to be where you end. His lips barely grazed the tips of mine. I sucked in my air quick....
1459 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2015 5:35am
21st Apr 2015 5:35am
The one Behind the Mask
**Close friend of Wickedj98, posting her most recent write for her since she was put in the Hospital last night***
THE ONE BEHIND THE MASK(WICKEDJ98 and Hydrodgones lyrics, this is the story from Wickedj's eyes)
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I wear a mask of crimson red,
With hues of blue around the eyes.
There is a face I hide away from view,
A side of me that no one knows.
Keeping to shadows is all I know,
It's how I cope when feeling short.
Still I'm suffocating, struggling to breathe,
Who will be there to care just...
THE ONE BEHIND THE MASK(WICKEDJ98 and Hydrodgones lyrics, this is the story from Wickedj's eyes)
________________________________________
I wear a mask of crimson red,
With hues of blue around the eyes.
There is a face I hide away from view,
A side of me that no one knows.
Keeping to shadows is all I know,
It's how I cope when feeling short.
Still I'm suffocating, struggling to breathe,
Who will be there to care just...
865 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2015 6:31am
2nd Feb 2015 6:31am
Something In Common
There is one thing all of us have in common. We've all been born and could dis at any minute. Nothing shows us that there is an afterlife, and nothing proves that we simply rot away like the memories of our mortality. If you want people to mourn your death you might as well tell them to mourn your birth as well. Both are inevitable. This is in the back of our minds while we work from 9 to 5 over a job we have no passion for, so we can buy nice things to push the cold thought away. So when you draw your last breath you will look back and see the times in your life where you could have lived to...
712 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jan 2015 7:02am
24th Jan 2015 7:02am
Needing some help
Alright, I've been having writers block for a while now.. Does anyone know of any tricks I could use, or a helpful idea to get the writing started???
Thank you
Thank you
770 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Dec 2014 6:45am
31st Dec 2014 6:45am
Life's Lessons
Age makes you notice certain things. For example, a persons life is broadly divided into three periods. During the first, it doesn't even occur to us that one day we will grow old, we don't think that time passes or that from the day we are born we're all walking toward a common end. After the first years of youth comes the second period, in which a person becomes aware of the fragility of life and what begins like a simple niggling doubt rises inside you like a flood of uncertainties that will stay with you for the rest of your days. Finally, towards the end of life, we reach the period of...
822 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 3:14am
9th Nov 2014 3:14am
They Warned Me
I'm here in the moment, but wish I could go back
Back to the days when my innocence meant something
No fears, no lies, just normalcy at its best
I should have known better but being naive is apart of life
It's crazy to think that once upon a time, you were my high
Then you let me down, so fast and so low
How should I feel, where do I go?
They warned me, but they didn't tell me it would hurt this much
I thought I was different, I thought I could control my trust
But you made me feel good, so I let my guard down
Now my mistake reminds me...
Back to the days when my innocence meant something
No fears, no lies, just normalcy at its best
I should have known better but being naive is apart of life
It's crazy to think that once upon a time, you were my high
Then you let me down, so fast and so low
How should I feel, where do I go?
They warned me, but they didn't tell me it would hurt this much
I thought I was different, I thought I could control my trust
But you made me feel good, so I let my guard down
Now my mistake reminds me...
751 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Oct 2014 9:42pm
15th Oct 2014 9:42pm
Just my thoughts and ramblings
902 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2014 11:42pm
12th Oct 2014 11:42pm
Little-Bit
This poem is for the 2 month old puppy that passed away in my arms last night.
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Little-Bit
We Just had to call you Little-Bit
As you had not received your name yet
A tiny bundle of soft black fur
You touched our hearts, we will not forget
In your last hours shared upon this earth
You gave us love but unlike a pet
Your head lifted in response to us
Our thoughts and intents for you were set
There seemed so little any could do
Except to hold you and not to fret,
To give you love in both thought and deed...
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Little-Bit
We Just had to call you Little-Bit
As you had not received your name yet
A tiny bundle of soft black fur
You touched our hearts, we will not forget
In your last hours shared upon this earth
You gave us love but unlike a pet
Your head lifted in response to us
Our thoughts and intents for you were set
There seemed so little any could do
Except to hold you and not to fret,
To give you love in both thought and deed...
789 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2014 12:25pm
6th Oct 2014 12:25pm
Tonight, I'm ending it all.
1038 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2014 12:21pm
6th Oct 2014 12:21pm
My love
Suicidal is my lover, depression is my sideline.
Loving me comes with many guidelines.
I'm the type of girl who draws sad tribe lines.
My arm is a canvas that my lover tests upon.
Every word and every feeling becomes a piece of art.
Fuck, when did all this shit start to spark?
Somehow suicidal stole my heart.. We are together until death do us part.
Sensitivity is my Doctor, and pain is my prescription.
Nobody would care if I went missing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your voice pains me more.
I hurt myself, so your voice...
Loving me comes with many guidelines.
I'm the type of girl who draws sad tribe lines.
My arm is a canvas that my lover tests upon.
Every word and every feeling becomes a piece of art.
Fuck, when did all this shit start to spark?
Somehow suicidal stole my heart.. We are together until death do us part.
Sensitivity is my Doctor, and pain is my prescription.
Nobody would care if I went missing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your voice pains me more.
I hurt myself, so your voice...
794 reads
7 Comments
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