Submissions by Angel_Of_Darkness (Guardian Demon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just graduated high school, I've been writing since I was a freshman. Check my works out if you like not so sappy love and sinister realities.
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 3:06am
30th Aug 2014 3:06am
Discrepancies (Born Better Than Me)
Chorus 1:
We all have our discrepancies
But this time you were born better than me
I'm a sinner, you're a saint, but it's all inside the name,
Your history books won't include me,
Just one of our discrepancies.
But when you fall I won't catch you,
Because that's the sinner you make me out to be
Inside I want you to owe me,
But how does that work when you don't even know me?!
Chorus 2:
You were born better than me:
Spoiled, perfect, all around worth it,
But not in my history,
That's another discrepancy,
You were just...
We all have our discrepancies
But this time you were born better than me
I'm a sinner, you're a saint, but it's all inside the name,
Your history books won't include me,
Just one of our discrepancies.
But when you fall I won't catch you,
Because that's the sinner you make me out to be
Inside I want you to owe me,
But how does that work when you don't even know me?!
Chorus 2:
You were born better than me:
Spoiled, perfect, all around worth it,
But not in my history,
That's another discrepancy,
You were just...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 9:33pm
22nd Aug 2014 9:33pm
Concrete Wings
She was born amongst the angels,
But born with concrete wings.
She'll never learn to fly,
But she's stuck on earth with me.
They always kept her down,
Too heavy for her to lift,
They always sat there, limp,
Too sturdy for us to clip.
I hate to see those crystal tears
Coming from those gemstone eyes,
I hate to hear that awful noise
Coming from her as she cries.
So I asked myself,
"How could this happen to her? Why her? Why me?"
So the thought occurred to me,
When angel dies, does she still get her wings?
But born with concrete wings.
She'll never learn to fly,
But she's stuck on earth with me.
They always kept her down,
Too heavy for her to lift,
They always sat there, limp,
Too sturdy for us to clip.
I hate to see those crystal tears
Coming from those gemstone eyes,
I hate to hear that awful noise
Coming from her as she cries.
So I asked myself,
"How could this happen to her? Why her? Why me?"
So the thought occurred to me,
When angel dies, does she still get her wings?
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 6:58pm
22nd Aug 2014 6:58pm
The Bitter Taste of a Familiar Poison
There's a bottle in my cabinet
That'll ease the pain tonight,
There's regret I'd like to forget,
That'll lose in this fight.
Tip it back, let it drip,
And cringe at the very first taste.
Tip it back, then it slips,
And drip turns into pour with haste.
It's barely palatable, and hardly edible,
But when you knock on the reaper's door, it'll do.
It's far from comfortable, and scarcely tolerable,
But the bottle says, "The pain will die with you."
Somehow some way, she knows what's happening inside,
And she dials 911;...
That'll ease the pain tonight,
There's regret I'd like to forget,
That'll lose in this fight.
Tip it back, let it drip,
And cringe at the very first taste.
Tip it back, then it slips,
And drip turns into pour with haste.
It's barely palatable, and hardly edible,
But when you knock on the reaper's door, it'll do.
It's far from comfortable, and scarcely tolerable,
But the bottle says, "The pain will die with you."
Somehow some way, she knows what's happening inside,
And she dials 911;...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 5:28pm
17th Aug 2014 5:28pm
For Whom the Blood Drips
Pitter patter
Hearts that shatter
Drip emotion
Cause commotion
But nothing like I will.
The broken hearted
Won't be parted
From what they loved,
By God above,
I swear their hearts beat still.
It shan't be theirs
That breaks and tears
Their oppressor's done
Killing for fun
His heart will break in two,
His head shall roll,
And pay its toll,
His blood shall drip,
His throne shall slip,
All because he hurt you.
Hearts that shatter
Drip emotion
Cause commotion
But nothing like I will.
The broken hearted
Won't be parted
From what they loved,
By God above,
I swear their hearts beat still.
It shan't be theirs
That breaks and tears
Their oppressor's done
Killing for fun
His heart will break in two,
His head shall roll,
And pay its toll,
His blood shall drip,
His throne shall slip,
All because he hurt you.
90 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 3:37am
12th Aug 2014 3:37am
At My Feet
Just stay,
Don't leave,
Don't die at my feet.
You weren't
Supposed
To come so close
To let
Me down.
Turn this around!
(Chorus):
Because on the other side
There is no such afterlife,
And broken spirits have no heaven
So you better put up a fight.
Just stay,
Don't leave,
Don't die at my feet.
It's not
Supposed
To end although
We let
It come
Close to undone.
(Chorus):
Because on the other side
There is no such afterlife,
And broken spirits have no heaven
So you better put up...
Don't leave,
Don't die at my feet.
You weren't
Supposed
To come so close
To let
Me down.
Turn this around!
(Chorus):
Because on the other side
There is no such afterlife,
And broken spirits have no heaven
So you better put up a fight.
Just stay,
Don't leave,
Don't die at my feet.
It's not
Supposed
To end although
We let
It come
Close to undone.
(Chorus):
Because on the other side
There is no such afterlife,
And broken spirits have no heaven
So you better put up...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 1:08am
27th Jul 2014 1:08am
If (Then)
If I don't make it to where I'm going tomorrow,
Then I'll kill myself today.
If I lend myself the things that I borrow,
Then I'll never have to pay.
If I have nothing left to lose,
Then I'll have nothing left at all.
If I have everything but you,
Then you can find me hanging in the hall.
If suicide is selfish,
Then what do we call life?
If death feels rather hellish,
Then hand me the knife.
If happy is what you call yourself,
Then will you ever know anything else?
If we don't work together,
Then this goodbye is forever.
Then I'll kill myself today.
If I lend myself the things that I borrow,
Then I'll never have to pay.
If I have nothing left to lose,
Then I'll have nothing left at all.
If I have everything but you,
Then you can find me hanging in the hall.
If suicide is selfish,
Then what do we call life?
If death feels rather hellish,
Then hand me the knife.
If happy is what you call yourself,
Then will you ever know anything else?
If we don't work together,
Then this goodbye is forever.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 00:52am
27th Jul 2014 00:52am
v2.1.9 (Standby)
Every new model
A little bit better than it's assembler.
Every new model
A little less human, a little bit nimbler.
A little faster, a little stronger,
But still just as demented as the last.
A little smarter, works even longer,
But still no better: it's the devil's cast.
A cast of mortals, humans drained of their person,
Just an empty shell of what "human" once meant.
A cast of mortals, people who didn't live to learn this,
Just an empty shell of a person who's been well spent.
All of these... in the palm of my hand....
A little bit better than it's assembler.
Every new model
A little less human, a little bit nimbler.
A little faster, a little stronger,
But still just as demented as the last.
A little smarter, works even longer,
But still no better: it's the devil's cast.
A cast of mortals, humans drained of their person,
Just an empty shell of what "human" once meant.
A cast of mortals, people who didn't live to learn this,
Just an empty shell of a person who's been well spent.
All of these... in the palm of my hand....
42 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 6:39pm
25th Jul 2014 6:39pm
Poison
I rip the label off and tilt it back.
When the poison takes effect,
I want to look homeless
Because home walked out on me when she left.
So I take a knife to my jeans and rip them,
And I struggle it through my shirt,
And it drags against my chest
But where is the hurt?
Why would it hurt?
My chest was torn open when she ripped out my heart.
Why would it hurt?
My chest went numb when she tore it apart.
Regardless, my heart began to throb
As the poison reached my blood;
I hear, "pump-pump, pump-pump, pump-pump,"...
When the poison takes effect,
I want to look homeless
Because home walked out on me when she left.
So I take a knife to my jeans and rip them,
And I struggle it through my shirt,
And it drags against my chest
But where is the hurt?
Why would it hurt?
My chest was torn open when she ripped out my heart.
Why would it hurt?
My chest went numb when she tore it apart.
Regardless, my heart began to throb
As the poison reached my blood;
I hear, "pump-pump, pump-pump, pump-pump,"...
62 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 4:26am
21st Jul 2014 4:26am
Angels to Ashes
You're an angel,
I'm a monster,
But I love you anyway.
So come down from heaven,
I'll come out of Hell,
And we'll meet halfway.
You supply angelic intimacy,
I'll bring the sinful passion,
And our two halves can make a whole.
We may burn for eternity,
But at least we'll burn together,
So let love take its toll.
We're playing with love,
Playing with matches,
We're from dust to dust,
From angels to ashes.
I'm a monster,
But I love you anyway.
So come down from heaven,
I'll come out of Hell,
And we'll meet halfway.
You supply angelic intimacy,
I'll bring the sinful passion,
And our two halves can make a whole.
We may burn for eternity,
But at least we'll burn together,
So let love take its toll.
We're playing with love,
Playing with matches,
We're from dust to dust,
From angels to ashes.
135 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 3:29pm
4th Jul 2014 3:29pm
Welcome to the Nightmare
Welcome to my nightmare,
Where they say that death is the only wake.
Welcome to a place between never and here,
Where I hope to God you learn to enjoy your stay.
But to enjoy is to see, so close your eyes
So as to see the nightmare a little clearer.
But be warned--this isn't a dream, it's life,
So you know what life's like when there is no one when you look in the mirror.
Now open them to a whole other world,
A nightmarish daydream, where souls are hung by high spirits.
Now don't get too happy, my precious girl,
A similar fate awaits...
Where they say that death is the only wake.
Welcome to a place between never and here,
Where I hope to God you learn to enjoy your stay.
But to enjoy is to see, so close your eyes
So as to see the nightmare a little clearer.
But be warned--this isn't a dream, it's life,
So you know what life's like when there is no one when you look in the mirror.
Now open them to a whole other world,
A nightmarish daydream, where souls are hung by high spirits.
Now don't get too happy, my precious girl,
A similar fate awaits...
100 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2014 00:57am
28th May 2014 00:57am
Let's Write A Song (Rollercoaster)
Let's write a song about us,
About how we got where we are.
Let's write a song about lust,
About how much I wish we had gotten that far.
Let's write a song about trust,
About how much of it I put in you.
Let's write a song about guts,
About how much of them it took me to ask to be two.
See, our lives are like a rollercoaster, flipped upside down:
You can't see where we're headed, but that's okay,
See, because it's not knowing that turns that frown.
You probably can't see what I'm saying, but one day...
You'll see, we're gonna rock this...
About how we got where we are.
Let's write a song about lust,
About how much I wish we had gotten that far.
Let's write a song about trust,
About how much of it I put in you.
Let's write a song about guts,
About how much of them it took me to ask to be two.
See, our lives are like a rollercoaster, flipped upside down:
You can't see where we're headed, but that's okay,
See, because it's not knowing that turns that frown.
You probably can't see what I'm saying, but one day...
You'll see, we're gonna rock this...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2014 11:40pm
10th May 2014 11:40pm
An Emo Kid's Philosiphy
If life is just a game,
Then death must be the prize.
If life is a race that we can win,
Then near death experiences mean I missed the shortcut.
If life is a bridge, isn't death on the other end?
Then what happens if I jump off instead?
If your life is heaven and dying feels like hell,
Then my life is hell, and when I die tonight, it will feel like heaven.
Then death must be the prize.
If life is a race that we can win,
Then near death experiences mean I missed the shortcut.
If life is a bridge, isn't death on the other end?
Then what happens if I jump off instead?
If your life is heaven and dying feels like hell,
Then my life is hell, and when I die tonight, it will feel like heaven.
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