Submissions by BlackenedInnocence
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart But now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art...the words of Marilyn Manson. My name is Larry, I don't consider myself a true writer. Just like to express myself from time to time.
Restless (Part 1)
Oh look at me, what's happening to me? Why is everyone turning and watching? Please go away now, leave me alone. Forever sitting, waiting and watching.
Looking through this window all alone. Knowing the day will come very soon. Watching as the world will disappear. I've returned once more. Now to face my fears, only to find another in place. WHY? Why are they here? What have I done? It's all starting to fade and disappear.
Please save me from falling apart. Are you even listening? I'd like to stay, but something else pushes me away. The insanity and loneliness is eating at...
Looking through this window all alone. Knowing the day will come very soon. Watching as the world will disappear. I've returned once more. Now to face my fears, only to find another in place. WHY? Why are they here? What have I done? It's all starting to fade and disappear.
Please save me from falling apart. Are you even listening? I'd like to stay, but something else pushes me away. The insanity and loneliness is eating at...
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pushing through
Back and fourth through my mind…the thoughts of emptiness spill over me. Can this be it? Where will I turn next? Questions I cannot find the answers to…why am I complacent in this copasetic world we live in? I try and make it through these lies…stinging me at every turn. Ignoring the laughter, I push through…searching through these papers, finally…the answer appears before my eyes…with these illusions all around me, the past is right behind me…pushing through…
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Festering Thoughts....
Isn't it funny how the world is not at all what we thought it was gunna be when we became adults, what if life was the fairy tale we thought it was. Now wouldn't that be great? Oh fuck that, life is nothing more than a festering bowl of deteriorating bag of feces’. I sometimes think, what really is the point? If this is truly a test, how does one pass and at what point has it been decided that you've failed? So many questions, I have a theory, fuck it!!! No matter what you do, or how you live there will always be someone standing there over you telling you “no” or “its not good enough”...
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Changing (Part 1)
Flickering of the switch is easy, understanding and using the essentials of what you are given is where you’ll truly learn who you are and what you’ll eventually become in this requiem. Time moves ever so slowly…now, contemplating whether or not everything is real or just a continuous dream…how madding it becomes.
Now moving toward a bigger better you, you become wrapped up in your own imagination of things. Ever-changing people enter in and out of your life. The tides have now begun to change, as a new tide rolls in…how will this end?
Now moving toward a bigger better you, you become wrapped up in your own imagination of things. Ever-changing people enter in and out of your life. The tides have now begun to change, as a new tide rolls in…how will this end?
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