Submissions by MakeshiftHappiness
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hmm.. I tend to write the things I feel more often, most of the stuff I post will be about heartbreak, anger, suicide, or just.. sadness
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2013 2:45am
1st Nov 2013 2:45am
The Significance Of Others
And it hurts. It hurts me to know that there is no hope for you.
Stranded.
Growing up in a broken home.
And it hurts me to know this, it hurts me to see you live this way.
Such a small feeble living thing, forced to endure the pain of addiction and neglect.
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And you, you should be ashamed of what you've done. Ashamed of the chances you've ruined. Such a helpless little boy, crushed from the disappearance of a family.
Of a father.
Both of you, so addicted it hurts the ones around you.
The ones who care most, the ones you need to stay afloat.
Be ashamed...
Stranded.
Growing up in a broken home.
And it hurts me to know this, it hurts me to see you live this way.
Such a small feeble living thing, forced to endure the pain of addiction and neglect.
~
And you, you should be ashamed of what you've done. Ashamed of the chances you've ruined. Such a helpless little boy, crushed from the disappearance of a family.
Of a father.
Both of you, so addicted it hurts the ones around you.
The ones who care most, the ones you need to stay afloat.
Be ashamed...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 00:18am
6th Jun 2013 00:18am
Amends.
When you're working towards building back those broken boards, you sometimes lose your footing.
You often find yourself putting off everyone while finding comfort in other songs.
To distract the fact that you're actually disappearing.
I have no excuses i can offer, just to hope your forgiveness will hold back the water.
For what its worth, Im sorry.
And at the end i swear Im trying.
You often find yourself putting off everyone while finding comfort in other songs.
To distract the fact that you're actually disappearing.
I have no excuses i can offer, just to hope your forgiveness will hold back the water.
For what its worth, Im sorry.
And at the end i swear Im trying.
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2012 4:49pm
25th May 2012 4:49pm
Promises
I wont forget the day that I met you.
You kept me from an irrational fate.
You enabled me to breathe when there was no oxygen left for me.
As i look back in the decisions ive made and the utter refusal to turn my back on what we had.
I realized that I am as alive as Ive ever been.
This is for you.
The person who tried when every other person gave up.
The one who singlehandedly turned my life around and made me into what I am today.
With this being said.
I will continue to relentlessly fight for the happiness that we shared together and wont let anything...
You kept me from an irrational fate.
You enabled me to breathe when there was no oxygen left for me.
As i look back in the decisions ive made and the utter refusal to turn my back on what we had.
I realized that I am as alive as Ive ever been.
This is for you.
The person who tried when every other person gave up.
The one who singlehandedly turned my life around and made me into what I am today.
With this being said.
I will continue to relentlessly fight for the happiness that we shared together and wont let anything...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2012 4:47pm
25th May 2012 4:47pm
Differences
I am forced to bleed my own blood from time to time.
I bleed the blood of a thousand hurt souls.
And we both know why the small slits line up across my wrists.
Almost marking the days that I have been different.
Telling my stories.
The stories tell tales of an empty shell in an unforgiving time with humanity surrounding it.
Isolating it with qualities that differentiate it from the others.
This is what it is like to eat and breathe as the the souls who hide in fear.
Now here is on last helpless scream in harmony with the others that are like me.
I bleed the blood of a thousand hurt souls.
And we both know why the small slits line up across my wrists.
Almost marking the days that I have been different.
Telling my stories.
The stories tell tales of an empty shell in an unforgiving time with humanity surrounding it.
Isolating it with qualities that differentiate it from the others.
This is what it is like to eat and breathe as the the souls who hide in fear.
Now here is on last helpless scream in harmony with the others that are like me.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2012 1:34pm
21st May 2012 1:34pm
Again, Not really a poem
trembling hands dont loosen their grip on the knife, theres nothing left here for me to hold onto as a false sense of sanity, its all gone.
all of it is gone in the slightest slash of a razor.
happiness bleeds through the gaping hole in my throat, inching closer to silence.
we plea to be heard but all that is noticed is our helpless screams of hurt.
the scars fade and the blood dries, and even if i could be revived you wouldnt take the chance to supress my cries.
leave me be, let me lay here and inch closer to silence.
where i might for once be happy.
all of it is gone in the slightest slash of a razor.
happiness bleeds through the gaping hole in my throat, inching closer to silence.
we plea to be heard but all that is noticed is our helpless screams of hurt.
the scars fade and the blood dries, and even if i could be revived you wouldnt take the chance to supress my cries.
leave me be, let me lay here and inch closer to silence.
where i might for once be happy.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th May 2012 2:36pm
17th May 2012 2:36pm
Just Writing
the hate is tearing me apart, i hate every single part of myself and i feel okay with such a thing, i try and tell myself that im okay but all the while im begging to make my throat grin at every single person who has turned me into this, and tell them that theyre the reason why im leaving.
dont tell me i need help it will only make things worse for myself in the end as i feel the cold metal swipe across my swollen throat. please save me, im drowning in pain, it was my fault i watched you go, i ran away from those images only to see them in my sleep nightly, tonight i will feel the pain...
dont tell me i need help it will only make things worse for myself in the end as i feel the cold metal swipe across my swollen throat. please save me, im drowning in pain, it was my fault i watched you go, i ran away from those images only to see them in my sleep nightly, tonight i will feel the pain...
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