Submissions by DollHardcore (doll)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a young poet with a deep seated passion for dark or lustful lines and self poetry that speaks to me. Writing is my escape and safe release. Please view my work. Critique and opinions are highly appreciated and returned. (:
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 11:20pm
19th Jun 2012 11:20pm
Torn from the Womb (Mommy Dearest)
Mommy dearest tried with persistence.
And it happened.
And It did not ask for existence.
It did not ask to be made psychotic, with a sane resistance.
Released by a withering rose -
A dark soul,
In the form of disabled bones and toothless smiles.
sick and dropped from the cradle by broken boughs,
mommy somehow bore life to a half dead child.
She nurtured a growth of insanity,
a twisted mentality..
She mothered a tiny corpse of putridness
and fed it stupid lullabies...
It itched with a flame of hells friction. ...
And it happened.
And It did not ask for existence.
It did not ask to be made psychotic, with a sane resistance.
Released by a withering rose -
A dark soul,
In the form of disabled bones and toothless smiles.
sick and dropped from the cradle by broken boughs,
mommy somehow bore life to a half dead child.
She nurtured a growth of insanity,
a twisted mentality..
She mothered a tiny corpse of putridness
and fed it stupid lullabies...
It itched with a flame of hells friction. ...
199 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 4:18am
25th Apr 2012 4:18am
Izzy
Spinning around with a grip of steel in my bloody hands
with tears flowing down my face...
full of hatred,
sadness,
placing bullet holes into the walls of the shed out back...
Thats all I can remember.
I keep fading to black.
Paralyzed.
Black straps on my chest.
At the edge of life's cliff,
staring down at death's pit...
eyes closed.
Antiseptics up my nose.
Rushing,
Broken gingerbread drifting off on a gatch,
speeding down cream corridors.
I see heaven in my vision?
My body's getting cold all...
with tears flowing down my face...
full of hatred,
sadness,
placing bullet holes into the walls of the shed out back...
Thats all I can remember.
I keep fading to black.
Paralyzed.
Black straps on my chest.
At the edge of life's cliff,
staring down at death's pit...
eyes closed.
Antiseptics up my nose.
Rushing,
Broken gingerbread drifting off on a gatch,
speeding down cream corridors.
I see heaven in my vision?
My body's getting cold all...
146 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2012 2:28am
22nd Apr 2012 2:28am
I'm A Fake
I pick the dry crust off the deep cuts on my arm,
rub the blood between my fingertips and flick the
scabs to the floor.
Wishing to be rebuilt with scars and become a walking token
of a crimson chasm.
Dressed in testimony to nights of hopelessness,
falling cautious victim to the cold binds of a razor blade
pressed against my skin-
tying me in hatred and self mutilation.
Intensely anxious in my purpose actions,
I'll flaunt my shame just for a short glimpse of your attention.
and a maybe...
rub the blood between my fingertips and flick the
scabs to the floor.
Wishing to be rebuilt with scars and become a walking token
of a crimson chasm.
Dressed in testimony to nights of hopelessness,
falling cautious victim to the cold binds of a razor blade
pressed against my skin-
tying me in hatred and self mutilation.
Intensely anxious in my purpose actions,
I'll flaunt my shame just for a short glimpse of your attention.
and a maybe...
163 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2012 6:51am
18th Apr 2012 6:51am
The Devil in Her Letters (For Devilish)
I dive inside the banks of your skull so eagerly as I read.
By every word that flows from your head,
I'm carried away-
deeper into the depths of your mind.
Let me take your head off and wear it for a day.
I want to borrow the thoughts that thrive in there.
Or let me hide where the light can't penetrate -
(on the inside of your chest)
and stuff your talent in my pocket.
That sweet, twisted talent posessing you.
I'm thrilled by the darkness filling the white spaces
and pumped on sickness in every...
By every word that flows from your head,
I'm carried away-
deeper into the depths of your mind.
Let me take your head off and wear it for a day.
I want to borrow the thoughts that thrive in there.
Or let me hide where the light can't penetrate -
(on the inside of your chest)
and stuff your talent in my pocket.
That sweet, twisted talent posessing you.
I'm thrilled by the darkness filling the white spaces
and pumped on sickness in every...
165 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 2:02am
16th Apr 2012 2:02am
Untitled
I smash the horizontal reflection and the glass shatters
at my feet.
The shards crawl into me,
through my flesh, through my veins,
pricking my soul as
they arrange theirselves back in order.
every piece - all together again...
inside of me.
That ugly, fucked up girl is everywhere I go.
If I rid the torturing noises of her organs
her thick black outline around me
the glass flowing through me
I end me.
at my feet.
The shards crawl into me,
through my flesh, through my veins,
pricking my soul as
they arrange theirselves back in order.
every piece - all together again...
inside of me.
That ugly, fucked up girl is everywhere I go.
If I rid the torturing noises of her organs
her thick black outline around me
the glass flowing through me
I end me.
187 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 00:39am
16th Apr 2012 00:39am
Forget Me
At day my thoughts flow around your mind.
not long, before they consume your soul.
I am apart of you
I'm open,
you read me,
I show you,
I teach you the words stirring inside of me
I sound like a bad, unrehearsed symphony
but you hear me.
Deep inside of you, your heart lies still.
it doesn't prance to my beat.
not one tap of the foot. no head nodding
it despises my words.
I can't pierce your skin.
They don't even graze your scalp.
I can't posess you.
you protest me.
you loathe the words stirring inside of me.
I...
not long, before they consume your soul.
I am apart of you
I'm open,
you read me,
I show you,
I teach you the words stirring inside of me
I sound like a bad, unrehearsed symphony
but you hear me.
Deep inside of you, your heart lies still.
it doesn't prance to my beat.
not one tap of the foot. no head nodding
it despises my words.
I can't pierce your skin.
They don't even graze your scalp.
I can't posess you.
you protest me.
you loathe the words stirring inside of me.
I...
113 reads
2 Comments
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