Submissions by DeathsPortayal81 (DeathsPortrayal81)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 00:05am
25th Nov 2012 00:05am
Devil's Den
Tonight we will dance in the devil's den.
If you want to feel pain,
then take my hand.
Ohhh, you don't understand,
if you're gonna play with me,
girl you're gonna get hurt.
Spinning faster, we go round and round.
plunging face first into hell,
I'll take you down.
I can show you things you never believed,
when you step into the devil's den you're gonna bleed.
Ohhh, why can't you learn,
that when you play with fire,
girl you're gonna burn.
Ohhh, follow me,
if you want to touch flames,
then I'll name your disease.
Taste...
If you want to feel pain,
then take my hand.
Ohhh, you don't understand,
if you're gonna play with me,
girl you're gonna get hurt.
Spinning faster, we go round and round.
plunging face first into hell,
I'll take you down.
I can show you things you never believed,
when you step into the devil's den you're gonna bleed.
Ohhh, why can't you learn,
that when you play with fire,
girl you're gonna burn.
Ohhh, follow me,
if you want to touch flames,
then I'll name your disease.
Taste...
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 7:36pm
31st Oct 2012 7:36pm
My Hope Is My Destroyer
Slowly dying,
I have been locked away.
My hope is my destroyer,
So lay me to waste.
Angry greed has broken these bones,
cold dark despair has made its home.
There is no comfort,
for I cannot be loved.
Nothing seems to matter anymore,
just another chapter in loathing.
Listen to the vast choirs,
as the trumpets of death sound.
Once my fury stood ready.
Now I am just a doomed lover,
to the bitter dreadful hours.
Fall with me, my hope is my destroyer.
To my body, to my funeral,
I am the one to remain tombless....
I have been locked away.
My hope is my destroyer,
So lay me to waste.
Angry greed has broken these bones,
cold dark despair has made its home.
There is no comfort,
for I cannot be loved.
Nothing seems to matter anymore,
just another chapter in loathing.
Listen to the vast choirs,
as the trumpets of death sound.
Once my fury stood ready.
Now I am just a doomed lover,
to the bitter dreadful hours.
Fall with me, my hope is my destroyer.
To my body, to my funeral,
I am the one to remain tombless....
156 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 4:37am
12th Oct 2012 4:37am
A Revelation Of What Is To Come
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 3:26pm
11th Oct 2012 3:26pm
Black Silk
Black silk.
Oh, the warmth as it enters the body.
Opening the mind,
as thoughts entwine,
making its way through,
so pure and smooth.
So seductive as it lays thy lace,
seeping into places that could never be traced.
Black silk,
it makes me feel alive.
Enticing thee soul,
with a tense shock of ecstasy,
from its' bite.
There has never been another,
no not none that could compare.
To the sweet-bold essence,
from another dose of black silks' presence.
These addictive sensations,
that leave me in spinning...
Oh, the warmth as it enters the body.
Opening the mind,
as thoughts entwine,
making its way through,
so pure and smooth.
So seductive as it lays thy lace,
seeping into places that could never be traced.
Black silk,
it makes me feel alive.
Enticing thee soul,
with a tense shock of ecstasy,
from its' bite.
There has never been another,
no not none that could compare.
To the sweet-bold essence,
from another dose of black silks' presence.
These addictive sensations,
that leave me in spinning...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2012 6:08pm
18th Sep 2012 6:08pm
Cruel Sources
Cruel sources,
I have put so much of myself into these cruel sources.
Whoaaa now, Whoaaa now.
Walking through the ashes of remains,
AGGGGHHHHHHH......
These destructive patterns,
everything i ever believed,
now I look through open eyes,
all I see is a dead world at sunrise.
I'm so along and alone,
I cant't go on,
this well has gone dry.
I'm at the end of the rope,
where is the hope?
It is over,
Where is my prize?
Where is my prize?
My promised prize.
Cruel sources,
what else do I need to give?
Cruel sources,...
I have put so much of myself into these cruel sources.
Whoaaa now, Whoaaa now.
Walking through the ashes of remains,
AGGGGHHHHHHH......
These destructive patterns,
everything i ever believed,
now I look through open eyes,
all I see is a dead world at sunrise.
I'm so along and alone,
I cant't go on,
this well has gone dry.
I'm at the end of the rope,
where is the hope?
It is over,
Where is my prize?
Where is my prize?
My promised prize.
Cruel sources,
what else do I need to give?
Cruel sources,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 00:02am
14th Sep 2012 00:02am
The Whore
The sound of tears splash against the floor,
they frown and turn away from her in disgust,
for in their eyes she is just another whore.
No one can see whats inside,
no one knows all the times she's tried.
Who can feel the pain and agony dwelling within,
no not none; not one at all,
for all they can see, is her filthy sins.
She falls to her knees,
hands covering face.
Her heart breaks again,
as another man walks away.
Names; who needs to know names?
They have come in numbers one,two,and three.....
All she ever wanted has long faded,...
they frown and turn away from her in disgust,
for in their eyes she is just another whore.
No one can see whats inside,
no one knows all the times she's tried.
Who can feel the pain and agony dwelling within,
no not none; not one at all,
for all they can see, is her filthy sins.
She falls to her knees,
hands covering face.
Her heart breaks again,
as another man walks away.
Names; who needs to know names?
They have come in numbers one,two,and three.....
All she ever wanted has long faded,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 9:11pm
7th Sep 2012 9:11pm
7 WORDS
7 words to express everything I feel,
with every passing second, the memories I try to kill.
What was once whole, is long now broken,
the love that we had, the dreams we shared,
are now forever shattered.
7 words sums up it all,
with every high peak, there comes a fall.
Once we held hand in hand,
now I travel this forsaken path,
withered and alone, in foreign lands.
7 words what a better way to say good bye,
Leaving it all behind as I lay to die.
As the final tear rolls down,
and the last breath exhales,
7 words is all that I...
with every passing second, the memories I try to kill.
What was once whole, is long now broken,
the love that we had, the dreams we shared,
are now forever shattered.
7 words sums up it all,
with every high peak, there comes a fall.
Once we held hand in hand,
now I travel this forsaken path,
withered and alone, in foreign lands.
7 words what a better way to say good bye,
Leaving it all behind as I lay to die.
As the final tear rolls down,
and the last breath exhales,
7 words is all that I...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2012 2:07am
26th Aug 2012 2:07am
Angels & Demons
The sun sets,
as the night beseeches.
All grows silent,
awaiting what's to come.
Shadows creep,
to every deep corner.
Followed by whispers and laughter,
in unknown languages.
Evil lurks,
the smell of carnage is in the air.
This is the hour,
the hour of eerie powers.
The time for all dark creatures,
to deceive, lure, and devour.
Lightening strikes,
the ground trembles.
From up high a voice thunders,
"LEAVE THEE! GO BACK TO YE DREADED DEN!"
"LEAVE THEE NOW!"
Shimmering light floods the sky,
the...
as the night beseeches.
All grows silent,
awaiting what's to come.
Shadows creep,
to every deep corner.
Followed by whispers and laughter,
in unknown languages.
Evil lurks,
the smell of carnage is in the air.
This is the hour,
the hour of eerie powers.
The time for all dark creatures,
to deceive, lure, and devour.
Lightening strikes,
the ground trembles.
From up high a voice thunders,
"LEAVE THEE! GO BACK TO YE DREADED DEN!"
"LEAVE THEE NOW!"
Shimmering light floods the sky,
the...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2012 6:47am
25th Aug 2012 6:47am
Dreaming Of Better Days
Dreaming of better days.
To see beauty in its fullest,
to feel the touch of love,
to soar high above with freedom,
I'm dreaming of better days.
Reality sets in, bury me.
I'm trapped inside,
to afraid to try.
Sentenced to this cage,
living in this hell,
Yet I'm dreaming of better days.
Slowly withering,
as my heart breaks.
I watch as it all fades,
watching as closest ones die.
Feeling empty, never satisfied,
Still I'm dreaming of better days.
Time as set in,
a body tattered and broken down by age.
Every...
To see beauty in its fullest,
to feel the touch of love,
to soar high above with freedom,
I'm dreaming of better days.
Reality sets in, bury me.
I'm trapped inside,
to afraid to try.
Sentenced to this cage,
living in this hell,
Yet I'm dreaming of better days.
Slowly withering,
as my heart breaks.
I watch as it all fades,
watching as closest ones die.
Feeling empty, never satisfied,
Still I'm dreaming of better days.
Time as set in,
a body tattered and broken down by age.
Every...
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