Submissions by dontforsakeurself
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2012 2:38am
26th Apr 2012 2:38am
Seduction of a child!
She's lying there confused and lost as any child would be, consumed by everything that he is. The very thoughts, the mind control, the hatred, the self gratification in knowing that he has convinced a little girl to lust over him. A hurting mother longing for pain relief for her precious child who lost her innocence at a mere age of 15. Helpless to do anything she holds her mother like a fetus cradling its mother's womb, feeding on the love and attention that she so badly needed before the evil over took her existence.
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 6:16pm
26th Feb 2012 6:16pm
Living Hell
Just an ordinary day, He wakes up and thinks that this is just going to be another ordinary day
Until he steps out his front door and realizes that the world as he knew it is gone
the friends and family in which he loved so much are now everything he fears
the violent, flesh eating undead with only one desire
not to love, not to bring happiness, but the need to feed on the flesh of every living thing on the planet
As he tries to determine what he is going to do, he is confronted with a ultimatum
Fight for his life, or give up and join the most powerful force...
Until he steps out his front door and realizes that the world as he knew it is gone
the friends and family in which he loved so much are now everything he fears
the violent, flesh eating undead with only one desire
not to love, not to bring happiness, but the need to feed on the flesh of every living thing on the planet
As he tries to determine what he is going to do, he is confronted with a ultimatum
Fight for his life, or give up and join the most powerful force...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 6:12pm
26th Feb 2012 6:12pm
The evil Dollhouse
As I fall asleep I start to dream
I dream every night, but this time it was different
I dreamt of an evil doll house, A doll house with
Windows boarded up, and screams coming from the hall way.
As I run down the halls, all I can see is blood spattered walls
Where is this blood coming from? I ask myself as I quickly turn the corner.
I try to open each door on the way down the hall, only to find out
that the doll house is locked up tight. I continue to run and take a left
Only to find that there's no one in sight. Where is everyone, I quickly say to...
I dream every night, but this time it was different
I dreamt of an evil doll house, A doll house with
Windows boarded up, and screams coming from the hall way.
As I run down the halls, all I can see is blood spattered walls
Where is this blood coming from? I ask myself as I quickly turn the corner.
I try to open each door on the way down the hall, only to find out
that the doll house is locked up tight. I continue to run and take a left
Only to find that there's no one in sight. Where is everyone, I quickly say to...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2011 00:47am
12th Jul 2011 00:47am
children of the world.
In a world where all we see are children getting hurt, parents harming their children, parents going out and doing drugs and drinking while leaving their precious little creations at home? It is hard to see yourself being viewed as a great parent because you treat your little creations with love, respect, understand, and most importantly like they are worth something in life. It is hard to see yourself as a great person because you choose to raise a child in this type of day and age.
They were brought into this world without a care in the world, and they are forced to deal with the...
They were brought into this world without a care in the world, and they are forced to deal with the...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2011 11:20pm
4th Jul 2011 11:20pm
I cry
I sit here and cry every night wondering if anyone can hear me, and if they can hear me if they even care. The reality behind that question is whether I care, whether I am doing enough to prevent my life from falling apart, to prevent myself from becoming everything that I hate, Elusive, stone cold, heartless, careless, and uncompassionate.
I know that I need to blame releasing the demon on myself instead of blaming the horrid fucking demon that lives in me every day. The demon that I have been trying so hard my entire life to defeat, only to find that he continues to rage on with...
I know that I need to blame releasing the demon on myself instead of blaming the horrid fucking demon that lives in me every day. The demon that I have been trying so hard my entire life to defeat, only to find that he continues to rage on with...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2011 2:13am
30th May 2011 2:13am
Why?
Why?
She sits...
She sits alone in her favorite chair trying to block out the screams of BITCH GET THE FUCK OVER HERE. Why do I have to be the one? The one that endures all the pain? The heartache,The frustration, the bullshit, The sarcastic gorilla humor that society Has placed upon me, thinking that it is normal. What is normal? Is it what I am living right nowAm I not normal? Have I become psychotic? A crazy side of my former self, Who everyone loved, but now cannot stand to be around. Have I become everything that I hate? Everything that I have tried so hard not to...
She sits...
She sits alone in her favorite chair trying to block out the screams of BITCH GET THE FUCK OVER HERE. Why do I have to be the one? The one that endures all the pain? The heartache,The frustration, the bullshit, The sarcastic gorilla humor that society Has placed upon me, thinking that it is normal. What is normal? Is it what I am living right nowAm I not normal? Have I become psychotic? A crazy side of my former self, Who everyone loved, but now cannot stand to be around. Have I become everything that I hate? Everything that I have tried so hard not to...
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