Submissions by HollyJay
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The world whispers to us words to write but gives us the responsibility of giving them their homes.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 7:50pm
19th Jun 2013 7:50pm
The Beat Down
My heart
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
beating my blood through
my living form
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
it's ruined now.
by the same car crash..
that hurt you bad...
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
the only thing..
that keeps it going
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
is the small chance that you'll survive.
(thu-...thu..thu-thump...)
My heart stutters when i hear the awful news...
why have you left me?
I just have to say...
(thu-....thu-...)
I loved you.
(..............................)
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
beating my blood through
my living form
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
it's ruined now.
by the same car crash..
that hurt you bad...
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
the only thing..
that keeps it going
(thu-thump..thu-thump)
is the small chance that you'll survive.
(thu-...thu..thu-thump...)
My heart stutters when i hear the awful news...
why have you left me?
I just have to say...
(thu-....thu-...)
I loved you.
(..............................)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 7:35pm
19th Jun 2013 7:35pm
Black Angel
Black angel, black angel
come take me away.
lift my pain and freeze my heart...
please come and save me from this fate...
Black angel, black angel,
why does the light not reflect off your wings?
are you so different
from the angels with rings?
Black angel, black angel
tear out my soul.
don't force me to stay...
i welcome the friend that i've not yet seen.
Black angel, black angel
come take me away.
lead me to him...
the one that you follow,
the one that you serve...
the black king.
and the lord of death
come take me away.
lift my pain and freeze my heart...
please come and save me from this fate...
Black angel, black angel,
why does the light not reflect off your wings?
are you so different
from the angels with rings?
Black angel, black angel
tear out my soul.
don't force me to stay...
i welcome the friend that i've not yet seen.
Black angel, black angel
come take me away.
lead me to him...
the one that you follow,
the one that you serve...
the black king.
and the lord of death
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 4:36pm
14th Jun 2013 4:36pm
Mommy, I'm Sick
A little girl
eyes dark, face green
throwing up like she't gonna die...
"Mommy, i'm sick"
'No you're not. get ready for school. now!'
the little girl spends the day with the nurse.
That little girl,
White as paper, shivering on the floor.
Cool sweat collecting on her skin...
"m-m-mommy....i'm s-sick"
'You're fine, stupid girl, go get dressed.'
Another day with the nurse.
Now that little girl and the nurse;
they began to get pretty close, day after day...
an interesting friendship.
lasting into the girl's...
eyes dark, face green
throwing up like she't gonna die...
"Mommy, i'm sick"
'No you're not. get ready for school. now!'
the little girl spends the day with the nurse.
That little girl,
White as paper, shivering on the floor.
Cool sweat collecting on her skin...
"m-m-mommy....i'm s-sick"
'You're fine, stupid girl, go get dressed.'
Another day with the nurse.
Now that little girl and the nurse;
they began to get pretty close, day after day...
an interesting friendship.
lasting into the girl's...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 3:40pm
13th Jun 2013 3:40pm
Heart; Quicken
writing.
Spilling my heart on accepting paper,
offering small pieces of my soul
in exchange for peace of mind.
Words swirl in my mind, rebounding off one another.
My heart quickens...
The words pump through my heart
taking the place of blood in my veins.
they beat.
they beat.
they beat.
through my entire body.
My heart quickens.
but these living forms were not built to hold in so much...
pain...
pain...
increasing pain.
get these words out of me!
get them out!
they hurt me, i can feel them slicing away at me from...
Spilling my heart on accepting paper,
offering small pieces of my soul
in exchange for peace of mind.
Words swirl in my mind, rebounding off one another.
My heart quickens...
The words pump through my heart
taking the place of blood in my veins.
they beat.
they beat.
they beat.
through my entire body.
My heart quickens.
but these living forms were not built to hold in so much...
pain...
pain...
increasing pain.
get these words out of me!
get them out!
they hurt me, i can feel them slicing away at me from...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 3:07pm
13th Jun 2013 3:07pm
What They Will Say
I want to kill myself.
It's simple as that.
...But i'm not brave.
and i'm afraid.
Not of pain,
nor of dieing.
no...
I'm afraid
of what people will say.
I used to cut my wrists.
But not anymore.
Because they started
to notice my scars...
and i was afraid.
Not of the risks
or that i'd get caught.
no...
I was afraid
of what people would say.
I wish to run
run far from here.
but..i can't...
because i'm not brave,
and i'm afraid.
Not about where to go
nor how to survive....
It's simple as that.
...But i'm not brave.
and i'm afraid.
Not of pain,
nor of dieing.
no...
I'm afraid
of what people will say.
I used to cut my wrists.
But not anymore.
Because they started
to notice my scars...
and i was afraid.
Not of the risks
or that i'd get caught.
no...
I was afraid
of what people would say.
I wish to run
run far from here.
but..i can't...
because i'm not brave,
and i'm afraid.
Not about where to go
nor how to survive....
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 5:08pm
11th Jun 2013 5:08pm
Graffiti
My heart was once pure
but now, with everyone writing their names on it;
it's hard to see what lies beneath all the paint and ink.
It had once the sole purpose of keeping me alive.
but now...it's what's killing me.
I can't let the true me out, because she's too weak to live.
yet too strong to die.
So instead she settles in the prison of my heart,
trying to keep it together.
but she may as well retire
because every day's another name
another reason to keep her hidden.
So people, just keep writing.
writing the...
but now, with everyone writing their names on it;
it's hard to see what lies beneath all the paint and ink.
It had once the sole purpose of keeping me alive.
but now...it's what's killing me.
I can't let the true me out, because she's too weak to live.
yet too strong to die.
So instead she settles in the prison of my heart,
trying to keep it together.
but she may as well retire
because every day's another name
another reason to keep her hidden.
So people, just keep writing.
writing the...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 5:00pm
11th Jun 2013 5:00pm
Death
People fear death.
More than Death,
i dread life.
They say that life
is all too short...
but to me?
life
is all too long.
on and on
never dieing
yet...never truly living.
Day after day,
Just a little 'slip'
an 'accidental' cut.
just to see...
just to feel the warmth.
the wetness....
Just to check
if i'm truly alive
or if i've died...
But
it's just a living hell.
the pain reminds me
that i'm alive...
and that people fear death...
how very naive they are.
More than Death,
i dread life.
They say that life
is all too short...
but to me?
life
is all too long.
on and on
never dieing
yet...never truly living.
Day after day,
Just a little 'slip'
an 'accidental' cut.
just to see...
just to feel the warmth.
the wetness....
Just to check
if i'm truly alive
or if i've died...
But
it's just a living hell.
the pain reminds me
that i'm alive...
and that people fear death...
how very naive they are.
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