Submissions by John_Smith (SeansMind1994)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sitting in this room playing Russian Ru let Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet out from the window see her back drop silhouette This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget Not good enough for truth or cliche by escape the fate
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 2:55am
29th Sep 2012 2:55am
Zombie Love story
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
My one
My only love I ever had.
Left me for some low life wanna be a bitch kind of guy.
So since she left me I got nothing left to lose.
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
I see her just chatting her little ass away with her slut friends!
My fist clench and my teeth bite down on each other and start to crack
I creep up on her with each step
Thump Thump
Thump Thump
until
what do you want?!?!
YOUR HEAD YOU FUCKING BITCH!
what?
Her friends back up and run away like the little rats...
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
My one
My only love I ever had.
Left me for some low life wanna be a bitch kind of guy.
So since she left me I got nothing left to lose.
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
Bump Bump
I see her just chatting her little ass away with her slut friends!
My fist clench and my teeth bite down on each other and start to crack
I creep up on her with each step
Thump Thump
Thump Thump
until
what do you want?!?!
YOUR HEAD YOU FUCKING BITCH!
what?
Her friends back up and run away like the little rats...
182 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 7:59pm
4th Sep 2012 7:59pm
This way of pain
This way of pain will always leave a stain that is nothing more then pain.
This pain burns in the deep dark parts of my throbbing heart and soul.
I lift up a gun to my head and place the figure on the trigger just so I could get the sense of being dead.
That is all I want to be. Is Dead
My soul hungers for being dead.
Just to be taken out of my body. Out of my misery. Out of this torture called life.
This pain burns in the deep dark parts of my throbbing heart and soul.
I lift up a gun to my head and place the figure on the trigger just so I could get the sense of being dead.
That is all I want to be. Is Dead
My soul hungers for being dead.
Just to be taken out of my body. Out of my misery. Out of this torture called life.
106 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2012 3:50pm
18th Aug 2012 3:50pm
The Pain
The Pain is to much.
Only a blade can cure it.
I sink it into my skin.
But it is just a num feeling.
So i sink it deeper until it feels good.
I fall into darkness.
I move the razer up-to my throat.
But move it away not daring of what would be next.
The demons in my lie haunt me and tell me to do it.
Move the Razer to your throat they say.
But i cant .... I wont let them control me.
I claw my way out of darkness and scream onto the top of my lungs.
But no one comes.
Only a blade can cure it.
I sink it into my skin.
But it is just a num feeling.
So i sink it deeper until it feels good.
I fall into darkness.
I move the razer up-to my throat.
But move it away not daring of what would be next.
The demons in my lie haunt me and tell me to do it.
Move the Razer to your throat they say.
But i cant .... I wont let them control me.
I claw my way out of darkness and scream onto the top of my lungs.
But no one comes.
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 1:39pm
1st Aug 2012 1:39pm
Classic turned into a remix
My Blood is red
my veins are blue
no matter how much i cut them
i still cant forget you
my veins are blue
no matter how much i cut them
i still cant forget you
95 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Jun 2012 1:28pm
29th Jun 2012 1:28pm
Russian Ru let
A dark hooded figure stands at the end of a hall.
It Grows closer and closer to you.
Fear hits you like a bullet entering you chest the closer it gets.
Once it is only a foot away from you it takes its hood off and all you see is a skull.
Who are you? You say.
I am Death. Its says
I have a game to play with you. says Death.
What game? you say.
It is called Russian Ru let Death says.
Death then pulls out a six shot revolver and shows you that there is only one bullet in it.
He then spins it for three seconds and stops it dead.
Death then says. If...
It Grows closer and closer to you.
Fear hits you like a bullet entering you chest the closer it gets.
Once it is only a foot away from you it takes its hood off and all you see is a skull.
Who are you? You say.
I am Death. Its says
I have a game to play with you. says Death.
What game? you say.
It is called Russian Ru let Death says.
Death then pulls out a six shot revolver and shows you that there is only one bullet in it.
He then spins it for three seconds and stops it dead.
Death then says. If...
99 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2012 11:29pm
23rd Jun 2012 11:29pm
The war of love
A heart is nothing more then a battle.
If it is a victory your heart is complete.
But if it is a defeat your heart is torn to peaces.
It may not be certain of the fate of a heart.
Just hope it is not torn apart.
If it is a victory your heart is complete.
But if it is a defeat your heart is torn to peaces.
It may not be certain of the fate of a heart.
Just hope it is not torn apart.
285 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2012 2:24pm
8th May 2012 2:24pm
Peace
Living without fear (what a joke)
Living happily (A bigger joke)
Having no problems
Living with eternal peace
Living happily (A bigger joke)
Having no problems
Living with eternal peace
87 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2012 8:30pm
20th Apr 2012 8:30pm
Kill Me
Kill me
Life is just an excuse
Life comes with all this abuse
Why do I feel so used?
Kill me now
Take me away from this world
I don’t want to stay and have this unfold
Kill me please
Let me die
So I can fly
And get far away from life
Life is just an excuse
Life comes with all this abuse
Why do I feel so used?
Kill me now
Take me away from this world
I don’t want to stay and have this unfold
Kill me please
Let me die
So I can fly
And get far away from life
126 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 2:20pm
13th Apr 2012 2:20pm
Safe
Being
safe
is
just
being
in
fear
of
danger
safe
is
just
being
in
fear
of
danger
101 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 5:46pm
16th Mar 2012 5:46pm
My heart for you
A heart for you
and only you
stiched and sealed
so i wont feel
the pain every longing day
Smashed and broken
and blood soakin
two bolts
one on each side
to give it a jump start
So take this heart
and treat it well
Or it will go to hell
and only you
stiched and sealed
so i wont feel
the pain every longing day
Smashed and broken
and blood soakin
two bolts
one on each side
to give it a jump start
So take this heart
and treat it well
Or it will go to hell
114 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2012 7:10pm
7th Mar 2012 7:10pm
Love
Love is a never ending war.
Love is a never ending lie.
Love is a drug that just cant stop.
Love makes me feel funny inside.
I dont know whats going to happen in my time.
But i hope i can find my love in time.
Love is a never ending lie.
Love is a drug that just cant stop.
Love makes me feel funny inside.
I dont know whats going to happen in my time.
But i hope i can find my love in time.
124 reads
3 Comments
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