Submissions by Bellababy08 (Loli-San)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm different than I used to be. I'm more annoying when you get to know me, Motivationally.
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 11:22pm
31st Mar 2013 11:22pm
Leave Me Be
Either you can show you care,
or you don't give a single shit.
If you're in between, i hate you.
You hang on to me by a single thread,
of little concern.
You aren't actually worried for me,
but paying attention,
which makes me hide.
Can't you just fucking forget about me?
I don't exist.
I don't want to.
Just don't look at me,
Let me pretend i'm invisible.
No one hates me.
No one loves me.
No one has enough feelings to actually care about me.
It would fill my heart if someone were to pick me up,
push me against the wall,...
or you don't give a single shit.
If you're in between, i hate you.
You hang on to me by a single thread,
of little concern.
You aren't actually worried for me,
but paying attention,
which makes me hide.
Can't you just fucking forget about me?
I don't exist.
I don't want to.
Just don't look at me,
Let me pretend i'm invisible.
No one hates me.
No one loves me.
No one has enough feelings to actually care about me.
It would fill my heart if someone were to pick me up,
push me against the wall,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Mar 2013 3:52am
28th Mar 2013 3:52am
Too Far
The important ones are always too far.
Too far to help.
To reassure.
To cheer.
To hold.
Hopeless.
Always out of reach.
The ones that matter most.
The only ones that matter at all.
Hopeless.
Farther than an outstretched arm.
Even a few miles.
Last one to receive news.
First one to hear worries.
Hopeless.
Not there to hug them.
To protect them.
To enjoy daily life with them.
To only know a few minutes of conversation a day.
To only feel further and further away,
every
single
...
Too far to help.
To reassure.
To cheer.
To hold.
Hopeless.
Always out of reach.
The ones that matter most.
The only ones that matter at all.
Hopeless.
Farther than an outstretched arm.
Even a few miles.
Last one to receive news.
First one to hear worries.
Hopeless.
Not there to hug them.
To protect them.
To enjoy daily life with them.
To only know a few minutes of conversation a day.
To only feel further and further away,
every
single
...
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 00:00am
14th Nov 2012 00:00am
Empty Bliss
Have you ever felt
like you were walking on clouds?
Swimming in cotton candy?
Untouchable?
From anything,
and anyone.
Nothing but the swirl of colors
pulls at your mind.
You feel light as a feather.
As if someone else was in your body,
and you were just sightseeing.
Something that could only last for little time,
before you got sent back to them.
Those who haven't noticed your leave.
You want nothing but the subtle emptiness
that couldn't hurt.
Instead it would cover up all the good and bad.
Smother it and...
like you were walking on clouds?
Swimming in cotton candy?
Untouchable?
From anything,
and anyone.
Nothing but the swirl of colors
pulls at your mind.
You feel light as a feather.
As if someone else was in your body,
and you were just sightseeing.
Something that could only last for little time,
before you got sent back to them.
Those who haven't noticed your leave.
You want nothing but the subtle emptiness
that couldn't hurt.
Instead it would cover up all the good and bad.
Smother it and...
113 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 3:55am
13th Nov 2012 3:55am
You Cant Escape Reality
Why am i doing this.
This attention thing is killing me.
Why do i want it so much.
Whats wrong with me.
Everything is wrong about you.
You're messing up and keep spiraling into a pit of disaster.
Your longing for attention is separating you from your parents,
from society.
I just dont know why i would go
to the low of "acting" as an emo or an outcast or a quiet little girl.
But in a way i am. Who goes to the extent to act this way,
an act,
not reality.
Maybe in a drama class,
but i suck at that so why...
This attention thing is killing me.
Why do i want it so much.
Whats wrong with me.
Everything is wrong about you.
You're messing up and keep spiraling into a pit of disaster.
Your longing for attention is separating you from your parents,
from society.
I just dont know why i would go
to the low of "acting" as an emo or an outcast or a quiet little girl.
But in a way i am. Who goes to the extent to act this way,
an act,
not reality.
Maybe in a drama class,
but i suck at that so why...
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2012 10:45pm
7th Nov 2012 10:45pm
Halloween
On that special night,
I will look up to the skies.
As i swipe with my knife,
Tearing skin, destroying strife.
Watching the moons glow,
i will feel the crimson flow.
Kissing its way to the floor.
A grin that none has seen before.
Aware of screams in the air,
My gums begin to quickly tear.
As sharp fangs take their place.
My innocence has been erased.
The thirst for human blood is clear.
It seems my first victims are near.
Down the hall and to the right.
Oblivious bastards will get a fight.
I will look up to the skies.
As i swipe with my knife,
Tearing skin, destroying strife.
Watching the moons glow,
i will feel the crimson flow.
Kissing its way to the floor.
A grin that none has seen before.
Aware of screams in the air,
My gums begin to quickly tear.
As sharp fangs take their place.
My innocence has been erased.
The thirst for human blood is clear.
It seems my first victims are near.
Down the hall and to the right.
Oblivious bastards will get a fight.
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 1:16am
25th Oct 2012 1:16am
Liar Liar
The arguments worsen each day.
Im an enemy to myself.
My only enemy.
Not a boy,
Not a girl.
Not a teacher,
Not a parent.
But me. Only me.
That's what i want right?
Me, me, me, me, me.
Me.
They yell, I scream.
They curse,
I cry.
I hate them,
but the things they say are true.
I'm lost,
I don't know what to think of myself.
All im sure of is
that there is something wrong.
They tell me i'm the problem.
I'm a waste of...
Im an enemy to myself.
My only enemy.
Not a boy,
Not a girl.
Not a teacher,
Not a parent.
But me. Only me.
That's what i want right?
Me, me, me, me, me.
Me.
They yell, I scream.
They curse,
I cry.
I hate them,
but the things they say are true.
I'm lost,
I don't know what to think of myself.
All im sure of is
that there is something wrong.
They tell me i'm the problem.
I'm a waste of...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 00:55am
25th Oct 2012 00:55am
Daily Discussions from the Back of My Head
I deserve a chance.
You deserve to die.
Stop being so emo.
Why? You are a freak and don't deserve shit.
What have i done?
You've been a bitch "friend"
and sulk around everywhere you go.
Just drop dead already.
No, I can be happy, have friends... a boyfriend.
You really think so?... Not with me you won't.
You can't escape me.
I can be cured, get rid of you.
There's four of us and one of you.
We are you.
So one solution; get...
You deserve to die.
Stop being so emo.
Why? You are a freak and don't deserve shit.
What have i done?
You've been a bitch "friend"
and sulk around everywhere you go.
Just drop dead already.
No, I can be happy, have friends... a boyfriend.
You really think so?... Not with me you won't.
You can't escape me.
I can be cured, get rid of you.
There's four of us and one of you.
We are you.
So one solution; get...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2012 00:16am
22nd Oct 2012 00:16am
Shaken Mind
I want to smoke meth.
I want to have sex.
I want to bleed pools.
I want to see death.
I want to pass out.
I want to forget.
I want to run,
far, far away.
Alternate reality is my goal,
an escape plan.
Impossible one.
Do whatever wrong,
to make this place seem right.
Become my sanctum.
Where i can enjoy the sadness of others.
Brains giving...
I want to have sex.
I want to bleed pools.
I want to see death.
I want to pass out.
I want to forget.
I want to run,
far, far away.
Alternate reality is my goal,
an escape plan.
Impossible one.
Do whatever wrong,
to make this place seem right.
Become my sanctum.
Where i can enjoy the sadness of others.
Brains giving...
184 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 2:33am
20th Oct 2012 2:33am
My Enemy
I havent gagged in years, and it's weird that now i want to.
And i want to cause it.
The nagging in the back of my head overwhelms me.
If i wimp out it lashes at me,
screaming, calling me names.
It eventually becomes my main way of thinking.
Becomes me.
But then again,
It was me to begin with..
And i want to cause it.
The nagging in the back of my head overwhelms me.
If i wimp out it lashes at me,
screaming, calling me names.
It eventually becomes my main way of thinking.
Becomes me.
But then again,
It was me to begin with..
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 2:26am
20th Oct 2012 2:26am
Waiting For It
Since the beginning i dug my own hole and got trapped.
Now i cant control how deep this crater is.
I'm trapped,
I'd wish for someone to save me...
but how likely is that...?
Im encased in a bubble against the world..
Peers are muffled.
Teachers are muffled.
Life is fast forwarded.
Everything goes past,
while i'm lost in the dust it leaves behind.
Everyday feels the same.
Fine till it all comes down to English 101.
The person inside makes me realize who i am.
Who i've been.
Who i can't be.
One day....
Now i cant control how deep this crater is.
I'm trapped,
I'd wish for someone to save me...
but how likely is that...?
Im encased in a bubble against the world..
Peers are muffled.
Teachers are muffled.
Life is fast forwarded.
Everything goes past,
while i'm lost in the dust it leaves behind.
Everyday feels the same.
Fine till it all comes down to English 101.
The person inside makes me realize who i am.
Who i've been.
Who i can't be.
One day....
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 1:14am
17th Oct 2012 1:14am
Time To Bleed
I dream of seeing red,
I plead of being bled.
But i have to wait,
for another day.
Wait till they cant see me.
Can't have another witness.
When they come across me,
they see me as suspicious.
The sensation is calling,
it's begging and it's crying.
The temptations not subsiding.
I just want it to end.
I just want it to send,
those chills up my spine,
those screams in my mind.
That's when the fun begins,
...
I plead of being bled.
But i have to wait,
for another day.
Wait till they cant see me.
Can't have another witness.
When they come across me,
they see me as suspicious.
The sensation is calling,
it's begging and it's crying.
The temptations not subsiding.
I just want it to end.
I just want it to send,
those chills up my spine,
those screams in my mind.
That's when the fun begins,
...
133 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 3:43am
16th Sep 2012 3:43am
How Some Die
I have been dead for the past 4 years.
The person you see is not who they appear.
I know you may see me, but im not here anymore.
My brain's all that's left and it's taken control.
It took control of my body, and my state of mind.
Yes it'll still be here when i'm out of time.
I'm not apart of that person who used to be,
Just a wandering soul in their place of dreams.
My brain has taken me, shot me in the trash bin.
It'll change my past life, so a new life begins.
The one who is talking, and introducing themselves.
Is a girl...
The person you see is not who they appear.
I know you may see me, but im not here anymore.
My brain's all that's left and it's taken control.
It took control of my body, and my state of mind.
Yes it'll still be here when i'm out of time.
I'm not apart of that person who used to be,
Just a wandering soul in their place of dreams.
My brain has taken me, shot me in the trash bin.
It'll change my past life, so a new life begins.
The one who is talking, and introducing themselves.
Is a girl...
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