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. (:
My Aura (when for a comp.)
All things peaceful I imagined abided on the walls
as I skipped down white corridors within my head.
but once I fell victim to a pack of mental demons,
the shells on my egg white walls were shed.
Black paint spilled upon the hallways
coating my body, my soul and my mind.
It splattered across my hopes and dreams,
drowned the world in my eyes and made me blind.
My heart has become a bottomless pit-
a deep and empty echoing hole.
I am solid like the pitch in midnight.
I am black like the...
as I skipped down white corridors within my head.
but once I fell victim to a pack of mental demons,
the shells on my egg white walls were shed.
Black paint spilled upon the hallways
coating my body, my soul and my mind.
It splattered across my hopes and dreams,
drowned the world in my eyes and made me blind.
My heart has become a bottomless pit-
a deep and empty echoing hole.
I am solid like the pitch in midnight.
I am black like the...
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My Lovers Blood
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I Try. I Fail.
The meds were uneffective.
I just grew more insane.
My mind is now my weakness,
and my only strength is pain.
I can't control my thoughts.
Sometimes theres voices in my head.
...always having conversations
about how I should be dead..
Sometimes I agree,
that's why I attempted suicide.
I wanted to delete myself.
I tried. I failed. I cried.
I dropped out of school
and I let go of all my friends,
but who cares what I achieve in life?
One day this world will end.
I've had this empty feeling for a while
nothing...
I just grew more insane.
My mind is now my weakness,
and my only strength is pain.
I can't control my thoughts.
Sometimes theres voices in my head.
...always having conversations
about how I should be dead..
Sometimes I agree,
that's why I attempted suicide.
I wanted to delete myself.
I tried. I failed. I cried.
I dropped out of school
and I let go of all my friends,
but who cares what I achieve in life?
One day this world will end.
I've had this empty feeling for a while
nothing...
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The Wait To Exhale
She breathes in deeply and quickly-
frightened by the sudden suprise of sharp pains
piercing her lower abdomen.
They rip and stretch out her insides
like shards of thin, broken glass to
sheer fabric -
working it's way in through her body.
The wailing of failed and desperate attempts
to innocent freedom,
the saliva she choked on as her lungs
begged for more air to scream help,
her wild and flailing limbs
have all become pointless in the moment...
useless in the moment...
Her sacred promise is broken.
She's...
frightened by the sudden suprise of sharp pains
piercing her lower abdomen.
They rip and stretch out her insides
like shards of thin, broken glass to
sheer fabric -
working it's way in through her body.
The wailing of failed and desperate attempts
to innocent freedom,
the saliva she choked on as her lungs
begged for more air to scream help,
her wild and flailing limbs
have all become pointless in the moment...
useless in the moment...
Her sacred promise is broken.
She's...
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Devour Me
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Gone.
Wicked screams bang against my ear drums
I stand naked and alone,
half faint from deep slits on both of my wrist.
As hot water splashes against my scarred skin,
blood spills in a long stream down the drain.
Muffled cries clash with the hardcore melody of
deafening music.
My smiles are fake.
This grin is real.
My tears are hidden.
Thoughts are scrambled
and crammed inside my head.
I let them out aloud to myself.
I can't think staight and these phrases that are
refrained over and over in my mind-
these words that scream
so loud...
I stand naked and alone,
half faint from deep slits on both of my wrist.
As hot water splashes against my scarred skin,
blood spills in a long stream down the drain.
Muffled cries clash with the hardcore melody of
deafening music.
My smiles are fake.
This grin is real.
My tears are hidden.
Thoughts are scrambled
and crammed inside my head.
I let them out aloud to myself.
I can't think staight and these phrases that are
refrained over and over in my mind-
these words that scream
so loud...
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