Submissions by DarknessIsNear
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Sickie Not Sick
I have a sick mind.
Thinking about death:
mine and others'; all day.
While they're trying to get out
On a page
Or even a canvas.
Either way
Sometimes they become too much.
That's when I let them out on myself.
Head but the wall a few times
Use my basically non-existent nails
To tear at a few areas of skin on my legs.
Whatever it takes
To make it through another day
Out the shrink's office.
Thinking about death:
mine and others'; all day.
While they're trying to get out
On a page
Or even a canvas.
Either way
Sometimes they become too much.
That's when I let them out on myself.
Head but the wall a few times
Use my basically non-existent nails
To tear at a few areas of skin on my legs.
Whatever it takes
To make it through another day
Out the shrink's office.
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I don't know.
You can disrespect me,
But don't mess with music.
It was there for me
When you weren't
It calmed me down
When you couldn't.
It comforted me
When you wouldn't
It keeps me sane
While you do the opposite
You have absolutely NO right
To call it bullcrap
That's bullshit.
But don't mess with music.
It was there for me
When you weren't
It calmed me down
When you couldn't.
It comforted me
When you wouldn't
It keeps me sane
While you do the opposite
You have absolutely NO right
To call it bullcrap
That's bullshit.
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Confessions 6/21/14
"Hey, so how do you feel about your dad and I getting back together?"
Her words hit me with the intensity of a thousand bullets hitting me in the head repeatedly.
I froze, thinking about the months before. How this woman left my dad, breaking him to pieces, and leaving me behind to pick the fragments up. How they both told me everything about anything, even the full story of the break-up. How she got pregnant with another man's child and is trying to convince everyone that it's my dad's.
I thought about how she had treated me like nothing but a nuisance and...
Her words hit me with the intensity of a thousand bullets hitting me in the head repeatedly.
I froze, thinking about the months before. How this woman left my dad, breaking him to pieces, and leaving me behind to pick the fragments up. How they both told me everything about anything, even the full story of the break-up. How she got pregnant with another man's child and is trying to convince everyone that it's my dad's.
I thought about how she had treated me like nothing but a nuisance and...
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She snapped
She snapped.
The rope,
Pulled from both ends,
Was too taut
To stay together.
Snapped
Frayed at both ends,
The rope fell to the floor
As her tears fell to the ground.
She was wound too tight
Her energy all used up,
So she shattered
Into a million pieces.
Fragments of her essence
Left in the grass
In front of her
Aunt's house,
She tried to put
Herself back together,
But she isn't whole
She's incomplete.
Now, obsolete. ...
The rope,
Pulled from both ends,
Was too taut
To stay together.
Snapped
Frayed at both ends,
The rope fell to the floor
As her tears fell to the ground.
She was wound too tight
Her energy all used up,
So she shattered
Into a million pieces.
Fragments of her essence
Left in the grass
In front of her
Aunt's house,
She tried to put
Herself back together,
But she isn't whole
She's incomplete.
Now, obsolete. ...
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The Game
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I'm done.
I'm done living in this world.
I'm done being its pawn.
I'm done feeding the fire.
I'm done living through dusk and dawn.
I'm sick of going through the motions.
I'm sick of even caring.
All I do is try to help, but
All I get is voices blaring.
Fuck up. Bitch.
I can't believe you did this!
Nope. I'm done.
Bye, bitches.
-2014-
I'm done being its pawn.
I'm done feeding the fire.
I'm done living through dusk and dawn.
I'm sick of going through the motions.
I'm sick of even caring.
All I do is try to help, but
All I get is voices blaring.
Fuck up. Bitch.
I can't believe you did this!
Nope. I'm done.
Bye, bitches.
-2014-
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Who Really Cares?
Who really cares?
Is there really anyone there?
Do your parents care?
Or
Are you just another penny
In a tax refund?
Or
Are you just a mistake
That just can't be undone?
Do your friends care?
Or
Are you just another
pawn on their board?
Or
Are they just using your intellect
To get a better score?
Who REALLY cares?
Is there really anyone there?
-2014-
Is there really anyone there?
Do your parents care?
Or
Are you just another penny
In a tax refund?
Or
Are you just a mistake
That just can't be undone?
Do your friends care?
Or
Are you just another
pawn on their board?
Or
Are they just using your intellect
To get a better score?
Who REALLY cares?
Is there really anyone there?
-2014-
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Indifference
Push me.
Shove me.
I don't really care.
Use me.
Abuse me.
I don't really care.
Yell at me.
Call me names.
I don't really care.
Beat me.
Curse me out.
I don't really care
Kill me.
Kill me now.
I
Don't
Fucking
CARE!
-2014-
Shove me.
I don't really care.
Use me.
Abuse me.
I don't really care.
Yell at me.
Call me names.
I don't really care.
Beat me.
Curse me out.
I don't really care
Kill me.
Kill me now.
I
Don't
Fucking
CARE!
-2014-
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Darkness
Darkness envelopes
The goodness inside
At one time or another.
The demons
Grow and flourish inside you
As if you were their mother.
The Darkness jumps
Out of that deep spot in
Your brain it's kept in and takes over.
It shows in your thoughts
And actions.
It even gives you a makeover.
So here you are now in
Skirts covered in flowers
And bows colored pink.
Now, you and The Darkness
Are completely and totally in sync.
-2012-
The goodness inside
At one time or another.
The demons
Grow and flourish inside you
As if you were their mother.
The Darkness jumps
Out of that deep spot in
Your brain it's kept in and takes over.
It shows in your thoughts
And actions.
It even gives you a makeover.
So here you are now in
Skirts covered in flowers
And bows colored pink.
Now, you and The Darkness
Are completely and totally in sync.
-2012-
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Untitled
I didn't know what to call this one. Kind of wrote it on the spot. Suggestions are appreciated.
Every day I live,
Death looks sweeter and sweeter.
Growing up,
Girls would see a couple
Walking in the park
At a restaurant
And think,
"That'll be me one day."
Growing up,
I'd see a funeral procession
Going down the street
And I'd think,
"That'll be me one day."
Now
All those little girls
Are getting boyfriends,
Walking in the park ...
Every day I live,
Death looks sweeter and sweeter.
Growing up,
Girls would see a couple
Walking in the park
At a restaurant
And think,
"That'll be me one day."
Growing up,
I'd see a funeral procession
Going down the street
And I'd think,
"That'll be me one day."
Now
All those little girls
Are getting boyfriends,
Walking in the park ...
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Not Enough
I'm not good enough for you.
Okay? I know!
I know no matter what I stay away from,
How many good grades I bring home,
Or how many nights I stay home while other kids my age are out,
It'll never be enough.
EVER.
There will always be something I did wrong.
A couple of ugly, black splatters on the otherwise
Pristine, white board of my existence.
No one is perfect.
Not even you.
But I guess you expect me to be.
Well, guess what!
I'm not.
I don't want to be.
I NEVER will be ...
Okay? I know!
I know no matter what I stay away from,
How many good grades I bring home,
Or how many nights I stay home while other kids my age are out,
It'll never be enough.
EVER.
There will always be something I did wrong.
A couple of ugly, black splatters on the otherwise
Pristine, white board of my existence.
No one is perfect.
Not even you.
But I guess you expect me to be.
Well, guess what!
I'm not.
I don't want to be.
I NEVER will be ...
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I want to go (pt. 1)
I want to go.
Can't talk me off this ledge.
I'm about to jump.
My heel's on the very edge.
Tons of people
Clumped between barricades below.
Take one last breath.
I really hope they enjoyed the show.
Spread my arms out wide
And make myself fall
Everyone gasps
As they see me like a blur on the wall.
The cement rushes towards me
As I get closer to the end.
Suddenly, I'm blocked
Almost faster than I can comprehend.
They put a trampoline
To "help"...
Can't talk me off this ledge.
I'm about to jump.
My heel's on the very edge.
Tons of people
Clumped between barricades below.
Take one last breath.
I really hope they enjoyed the show.
Spread my arms out wide
And make myself fall
Everyone gasps
As they see me like a blur on the wall.
The cement rushes towards me
As I get closer to the end.
Suddenly, I'm blocked
Almost faster than I can comprehend.
They put a trampoline
To "help"...
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4 Comments
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