Submissions by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am nobody. Who are you? Are you Nobody too?
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Aug 2014 9:28am
24th Aug 2014 9:28am
My Unfair Universe
My Unfair Universe
To love or not to love.
I twist the quote of shake spear.
Knowing fully that you aren't mine,
I still want you beside me,
life is so unfair.
Its not justice to my mind,
that my heart skips a beat.
You're heart being so far,
so close,
yet too cold to feel.
You're breaking into pieces,
yet I'm not allowed to love them.
Their not mine to love,
even though I have the strength
to fix them.
The fact that I'm the one you trust
with such secrets.
yet not trusted enough to help you...
To love or not to love.
I twist the quote of shake spear.
Knowing fully that you aren't mine,
I still want you beside me,
life is so unfair.
Its not justice to my mind,
that my heart skips a beat.
You're heart being so far,
so close,
yet too cold to feel.
You're breaking into pieces,
yet I'm not allowed to love them.
Their not mine to love,
even though I have the strength
to fix them.
The fact that I'm the one you trust
with such secrets.
yet not trusted enough to help you...
69 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jul 2014 4:27am
30th Jul 2014 4:27am
Allusions competition
center]Shall We Be Toddlers Again?
We knew no meaning of words
So words weren't able to hurt.
We drew no promises from words
so it never did burn.
we knew nothing about
all the shouting and yelling,
we just panicked as the thin
walls vibrated.
we grew sad as mother suddenly
disappeared,
and we became closer when we found
Dad between buckets of beers.
Broken glass on tile floors,
like glitters making a pathway to the back door.
We walk to it, though the glitters turn red,
you started crying as our...
We knew no meaning of words
So words weren't able to hurt.
We drew no promises from words
so it never did burn.
we knew nothing about
all the shouting and yelling,
we just panicked as the thin
walls vibrated.
we grew sad as mother suddenly
disappeared,
and we became closer when we found
Dad between buckets of beers.
Broken glass on tile floors,
like glitters making a pathway to the back door.
We walk to it, though the glitters turn red,
you started crying as our...
73 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2014 10:29pm
2nd May 2014 10:29pm
Funeral Death Speech
center]Maybe I'm Crazy
Here I am,
laid in this...
pretty coffin
displaying decorative lines.
The body that lies
there is swollen, pale,
It doesn't even look
mine.
Maybe I'm Crazy
Written pages taught me,
family,
should be one loving
unity.
All I see before me,
are liars
rapist,
and pedophiles,
back-stabbers,
God-damned fuckers
all who I wished, would've died.
The thing is, and
Maybe I'm Crazy
,in some back of their
minds,
I'll be missed.
The things...
Here I am,
laid in this...
pretty coffin
displaying decorative lines.
The body that lies
there is swollen, pale,
It doesn't even look
mine.
Maybe I'm Crazy
Written pages taught me,
family,
should be one loving
unity.
All I see before me,
are liars
rapist,
and pedophiles,
back-stabbers,
God-damned fuckers
all who I wished, would've died.
The thing is, and
Maybe I'm Crazy
,in some back of their
minds,
I'll be missed.
The things...
105 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 7:02pm
4th Apr 2014 7:02pm
Out of The Warehouse
Rip,
piece by piece.
Layers from
underneath.
Measure each pulse
with the sound
of your breathing.
The Facet is
leaking,
it drips...
drops...
An empty
warehouse with
nothing,
Just terrorizing
memories,
the flash backs...
they won't stop.
The entrance to
the dungeon.
The wallpaper is
peeling off.
I hear echoed
memories of chain,
and checked my wrist
if they were really
on.
Nightmares, dreams and
hallucinations
of a little girl.
Chained to the...
piece by piece.
Layers from
underneath.
Measure each pulse
with the sound
of your breathing.
The Facet is
leaking,
it drips...
drops...
An empty
warehouse with
nothing,
Just terrorizing
memories,
the flash backs...
they won't stop.
The entrance to
the dungeon.
The wallpaper is
peeling off.
I hear echoed
memories of chain,
and checked my wrist
if they were really
on.
Nightmares, dreams and
hallucinations
of a little girl.
Chained to the...
115 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2014 4:19am
6th Mar 2014 4:19am
I Have To Say
It's... Complicated...
I wanna go,
to a place,
where no one
knows.
Some where,
that I,
can stay,
hide,
cry.
I keep hearing,
each crack of
my heart.
Echoing in chants,
bouncing of solid
dry walls.
The silence is heavy.
choking the
emptiness within me.
Capturing me.
Encumbering me.
Resuscitating me.
I want to hear
the chirp of
birds.
I wanna hear
three
simple words.
...
I wanna go,
to a place,
where no one
knows.
Some where,
that I,
can stay,
hide,
cry.
I keep hearing,
each crack of
my heart.
Echoing in chants,
bouncing of solid
dry walls.
The silence is heavy.
choking the
emptiness within me.
Capturing me.
Encumbering me.
Resuscitating me.
I want to hear
the chirp of
birds.
I wanna hear
three
simple words.
...
146 reads
18 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2014 11:48pm
25th Feb 2014 11:48pm
Valentine Greetings
A Dark Valentine Card
On this day of Valentine
I thank you,
for allowing me to take that heart
of yours.
Though unwilling,
at first.
I'm almost finish clearing off
your blood
off my clothes
P.S
By the way, nice headstone.
I've been there, I've sure
you've heard.
On this day of Valentine
I thank you,
for allowing me to take that heart
of yours.
Though unwilling,
at first.
I'm almost finish clearing off
your blood
off my clothes
P.S
By the way, nice headstone.
I've been there, I've sure
you've heard.
103 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2014 5:51am
21st Feb 2014 5:51am
Little Beautiful Things
center]Little Beautiful Things
[img]http://data1.whicdn.com/images/34931883/large.jpg[/img]
Beauty is seeing a tear
stained face, still smiling.
Beauty is seeing the one you love,
in love with some one else,
and wishing,
them happiness,
with out lying.
Beauty is seeing scars,
on an old soldier's face and body.
Working his ass off,
trying to make it in today's
economy.
Beauty is seeing the sunset,
setting in hues of blues,
pinks, oranges, purples across the sky.
and just sitting there,
with out a burden,...
[img]http://data1.whicdn.com/images/34931883/large.jpg[/img]
Beauty is seeing a tear
stained face, still smiling.
Beauty is seeing the one you love,
in love with some one else,
and wishing,
them happiness,
with out lying.
Beauty is seeing scars,
on an old soldier's face and body.
Working his ass off,
trying to make it in today's
economy.
Beauty is seeing the sunset,
setting in hues of blues,
pinks, oranges, purples across the sky.
and just sitting there,
with out a burden,...
91 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 8:32pm
13th Feb 2014 8:32pm
Bloody Valentine: Part 2
Knowing He Can't be Hers- Day 2
"He looked so stunning.
His raven hair glued to his head.
Sweat dripped off of him,
as seared flesh still lingered
in the air."
She smiled inside my mind,
and gave me little
'come hither' looks.
but that image of her
was shattered, appearing,
a pair of rusty old hooks.
"His eyes spoke volumes,
as he tried to battle her, in his metal chair,
in realization.
After securing his awareness,
she stuck...
"He looked so stunning.
His raven hair glued to his head.
Sweat dripped off of him,
as seared flesh still lingered
in the air."
She smiled inside my mind,
and gave me little
'come hither' looks.
but that image of her
was shattered, appearing,
a pair of rusty old hooks.
"His eyes spoke volumes,
as he tried to battle her, in his metal chair,
in realization.
After securing his awareness,
she stuck...
92 reads
4 Comments
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