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.
Forever Is Over
We used to have something, you and me,
But now it's long gone, you see.
We said we'd love each other forever, for better or worse,
But now I loathe myself forever for ever saying those words.
Till death do we part...
Well that's a start!
Till I kill you it means,
Well, that's how it seems.
I get so sick of you hounding me,
Can't you take a hint, dude?
I get so sick of you pounding me,
Can't I even make a dent in you?
I said I'd love you forever?
Well forever is OVER my friend!
I said I'd love you for worse or for better?...
But now it's long gone, you see.
We said we'd love each other forever, for better or worse,
But now I loathe myself forever for ever saying those words.
Till death do we part...
Well that's a start!
Till I kill you it means,
Well, that's how it seems.
I get so sick of you hounding me,
Can't you take a hint, dude?
I get so sick of you pounding me,
Can't I even make a dent in you?
I said I'd love you forever?
Well forever is OVER my friend!
I said I'd love you for worse or for better?...
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Death of All Conception
What am I to you?
I'm not even alive.
What are you to do?
I'm every tear in your eyes.
Why would you kill me?
I'm all that's yours.
Why would you hurt me?
I'm not even born!
What have I done to you?
I haven't left your side.
What can I do for you?
I would give anything to be alive!
If I were real, would you kill me then?
If I were alive, how would you feel?
If I could talk, would you commit this great sin?
If I could breathe, would you kill me still?
I'm not even alive.
What are you to do?
I'm every tear in your eyes.
Why would you kill me?
I'm all that's yours.
Why would you hurt me?
I'm not even born!
What have I done to you?
I haven't left your side.
What can I do for you?
I would give anything to be alive!
If I were real, would you kill me then?
If I were alive, how would you feel?
If I could talk, would you commit this great sin?
If I could breathe, would you kill me still?
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Grafitti (Defaced encore)
Grafitti--the free works of someone else's art.
Grafitti--a priceless painting left as a gift, not on your doorstep, but on your walls.
Grafitti--the antique-to-be works of a famous artist's start.
Grafitti--a wise man's words, he couldn't afford paper so they are written in bathroom stalls.
You have taken my face from me, why shouldn't I deface what is yours?
By law you are permitted to shut me out and shun my personality.
You have dragged my name through mud, is that not enough reason to curse?
By law you have defamed me, living in total hypocrisy.
...
Grafitti--a priceless painting left as a gift, not on your doorstep, but on your walls.
Grafitti--the antique-to-be works of a famous artist's start.
Grafitti--a wise man's words, he couldn't afford paper so they are written in bathroom stalls.
You have taken my face from me, why shouldn't I deface what is yours?
By law you are permitted to shut me out and shun my personality.
You have dragged my name through mud, is that not enough reason to curse?
By law you have defamed me, living in total hypocrisy.
...
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Untitled, chapter one, part one
(Note to reader: this is only a rough draft. I will edit this many times before I start chapter two.)
I sat in silence amidst the contents of an oversize shoe closet. Soon enough, Maria Canters would pass by, but I never call her that. As an assassin, I cannot afford the emotional attatchment that names invariably come with. Rather, I just call her, "the mark". Up to this point, I had done nothing wrong--I rigged the cameras to freeze and even relocked the door to reduce suspicion.
She would be home in only four minutes, and would immediately go upstairs with one...
I sat in silence amidst the contents of an oversize shoe closet. Soon enough, Maria Canters would pass by, but I never call her that. As an assassin, I cannot afford the emotional attatchment that names invariably come with. Rather, I just call her, "the mark". Up to this point, I had done nothing wrong--I rigged the cameras to freeze and even relocked the door to reduce suspicion.
She would be home in only four minutes, and would immediately go upstairs with one...
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You Wear Death Well
How many times have I told you, over and over again,
That your coat does not match your eyes?
How many times have I told you, throw it in the bin,
[and] That you would look better after you die?
Your abusive words, don't match your shoes.
You're such a jerk.
Your hair says you're not ready to lose,
[but] You're so insecure.
I've had enough of your mismatched clothes and acts,
I can't take it anymore.
I've prepared myself now to drop the axe,
I have allowed death to come knocking on your door.
I told you death would...
That your coat does not match your eyes?
How many times have I told you, throw it in the bin,
[and] That you would look better after you die?
Your abusive words, don't match your shoes.
You're such a jerk.
Your hair says you're not ready to lose,
[but] You're so insecure.
I've had enough of your mismatched clothes and acts,
I can't take it anymore.
I've prepared myself now to drop the axe,
I have allowed death to come knocking on your door.
I told you death would...
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Sacred Heart
I stand here in the rain--the acidic rain--
And look up at the sky--the dark gray sky--
I stand here in such pain--such unending pain--
And for the first time, I cry--for the last time, I cry.
I stand between the trees--the tall, timeless trees--
Because these people cannot see my face--my terrified face--
I yell out my plea--my useless plea--
Because they have not heard my case--my pitiful case.
I say I'm scarred, they say I'm scared, but you say I'm sacred--invariably sacred--
Since you look up to me--helpless, hopeless me--
I say I'm a lost...
And look up at the sky--the dark gray sky--
I stand here in such pain--such unending pain--
And for the first time, I cry--for the last time, I cry.
I stand between the trees--the tall, timeless trees--
Because these people cannot see my face--my terrified face--
I yell out my plea--my useless plea--
Because they have not heard my case--my pitiful case.
I say I'm scarred, they say I'm scared, but you say I'm sacred--invariably sacred--
Since you look up to me--helpless, hopeless me--
I say I'm a lost...
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Defaced
I'm a failure at being myself.
Fear forces me to feel what others feel.
I'm made to accept a world that puts me through hell.
Fear forces me to feel safer behind the faces that I steal.
Unsure of what others expect from me,
Yet so determined to fit in.
Unsure of what I want myself to be,
Yet so pressured to follow the heart within.
In despise I take off my mask of skin,
And look in the mirror to see what I really look like.
In distraught I see another mask, and so take it off again,
And tear ever more until there is no flesh for their...
Fear forces me to feel what others feel.
I'm made to accept a world that puts me through hell.
Fear forces me to feel safer behind the faces that I steal.
Unsure of what others expect from me,
Yet so determined to fit in.
Unsure of what I want myself to be,
Yet so pressured to follow the heart within.
In despise I take off my mask of skin,
And look in the mirror to see what I really look like.
In distraught I see another mask, and so take it off again,
And tear ever more until there is no flesh for their...
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Lullaby
No reason to stay alive,
No reason to stay awake.
No reason to try,
No reason to stay away.
Everywhere there are the beasts,
Nowhere is any aid.
Everywhere are the bodies, resting in peace,
Nowhere is there a dry place to lay.
A cold chill runs through my spine,
As a dog whines and a wolf howls.
A dark wispy cloud declines,
As a full moon shines on a lone owl.
Its beak is holding a human bone,
The beast that is behind it hides.
Its eyes the full moon causes to glow,
The beast swallows him whole as he cries.
No...
No reason to stay awake.
No reason to try,
No reason to stay away.
Everywhere there are the beasts,
Nowhere is any aid.
Everywhere are the bodies, resting in peace,
Nowhere is there a dry place to lay.
A cold chill runs through my spine,
As a dog whines and a wolf howls.
A dark wispy cloud declines,
As a full moon shines on a lone owl.
Its beak is holding a human bone,
The beast that is behind it hides.
Its eyes the full moon causes to glow,
The beast swallows him whole as he cries.
No...
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Dear Michaela
Does my heart still beat?
I ask you because it still lies in your hands.
Does my head still pound?
I ask you because I am too numb to tell for myself.
Does my mind still race?
Or is it running from the thought that maybe you're really gone?
Does this end well for me?
Or do I die here alone, miserable, without you?
Am I living in my worst nightmare?
Or am I dying in my wildest dreams?
Am I killing myself?
Or am I just starting to learn what life is?
But no, I'm dying.
Can't I live a while longer?
But no, I'm dying....
I ask you because it still lies in your hands.
Does my head still pound?
I ask you because I am too numb to tell for myself.
Does my mind still race?
Or is it running from the thought that maybe you're really gone?
Does this end well for me?
Or do I die here alone, miserable, without you?
Am I living in my worst nightmare?
Or am I dying in my wildest dreams?
Am I killing myself?
Or am I just starting to learn what life is?
But no, I'm dying.
Can't I live a while longer?
But no, I'm dying....
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Die To Let Live
She means everything to me,
But she has lost her soul.
She needs it from me,
But should I pay her toll?
I could give her my heart,
But would she do the same?
I don't know where to start,
But oh if she would just say my name!
I would give her my head, on a silver platter,
But she doesn't need my head or my whole.
I would give her my brain, though a little scattered,
But she only asks of me my soul.
I would like to live and let die,
But she's dying to stay alive.
I could give her my soul to save her,
But she would never...
But she has lost her soul.
She needs it from me,
But should I pay her toll?
I could give her my heart,
But would she do the same?
I don't know where to start,
But oh if she would just say my name!
I would give her my head, on a silver platter,
But she doesn't need my head or my whole.
I would give her my brain, though a little scattered,
But she only asks of me my soul.
I would like to live and let die,
But she's dying to stay alive.
I could give her my soul to save her,
But she would never...
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