Submissions by ilovescarystories
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello! :) I normally write creepypastas but Flaky showed me this website and I might be writing here more often. I am quite young so if you give me critcism by all means be as harsh as you want.
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 2:02am
26th Apr 2014 2:02am
Who could love a "it"?
It drips red and blue, until angels scream.
It drips blue and purple, until the demons claim it in their iron grasp.
It drips purple and brown, until the wounds dry.
A silver blade that shows a grin in it's reflection.
Blood that covers this black rose bud.
Unmarked graves of screaming souls.
No man shall ever set eyes on her again.
She driped the blood from her soul as she cut her life string.
Making her skin turn blue and purple.
Making the ground turn red and brown.
" what a great useless fool" are what the voices screamed to her.
The...
It drips blue and purple, until the demons claim it in their iron grasp.
It drips purple and brown, until the wounds dry.
A silver blade that shows a grin in it's reflection.
Blood that covers this black rose bud.
Unmarked graves of screaming souls.
No man shall ever set eyes on her again.
She driped the blood from her soul as she cut her life string.
Making her skin turn blue and purple.
Making the ground turn red and brown.
" what a great useless fool" are what the voices screamed to her.
The...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 11:04pm
15th Apr 2014 11:04pm
What mother would tell me.
Mother would tell me I was a pretty fair maid.
Father would tell me I was a beautiful angel.
Brother would tell me I was Gorgon.
Sister would tell me I was a siren from the deep.
But none of them actually knew they were actually being cruel.
Then I would cry all night.
To be given the lizards skin.
I can't control the storm inside.
While those voices only make it worse.
The faces of terror forever engraved upon their faces.
They tried to tell me what to be on the outside.
Forced the lipstick on my lips.
Well this demon will have her day....
Father would tell me I was a beautiful angel.
Brother would tell me I was Gorgon.
Sister would tell me I was a siren from the deep.
But none of them actually knew they were actually being cruel.
Then I would cry all night.
To be given the lizards skin.
I can't control the storm inside.
While those voices only make it worse.
The faces of terror forever engraved upon their faces.
They tried to tell me what to be on the outside.
Forced the lipstick on my lips.
Well this demon will have her day....
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2014 3:12am
23rd Mar 2014 3:12am
The trumpets of Angel's
The dog that bites and growls.
A crow that is laughing.
The raven with a demon eye.
It handles my soul with no care.
For I am a king.
And also a Queen.
I fall in this deep abyss.
That is made of fire.
The trumpets of Angel's that ablaze in my ears.
The lies of the snake.
All fuel my inner rage.
My soul forever perished in these flames of desire.
This longing for peace.
This longing for love.
This longing for death.
This is the flight of a raven.
Who's motherly love will lead me to my fate.
I walk through dark...
A crow that is laughing.
The raven with a demon eye.
It handles my soul with no care.
For I am a king.
And also a Queen.
I fall in this deep abyss.
That is made of fire.
The trumpets of Angel's that ablaze in my ears.
The lies of the snake.
All fuel my inner rage.
My soul forever perished in these flames of desire.
This longing for peace.
This longing for love.
This longing for death.
This is the flight of a raven.
Who's motherly love will lead me to my fate.
I walk through dark...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 3:38am
22nd Mar 2014 3:38am
The Raven and a Spider
Thunder strike my heart.
On this cold night.
Its the call of the raven.
As he calls for my return from this noble cursade.
Its the fire that burns my skin.
It will be the cry of a child.
or is it my own cry of terror.
Its the grins of many faces.
Which is the screaming of my soul.
The spider swings down to me, as my arms and legs are all tied.
She swings, with legs of only 8.
Yes, it is a spider.
Its a spider who hits me with a belt.
It is a spider who locks my door and says " what a creature I am".
Its monsters who walk by my...
On this cold night.
Its the call of the raven.
As he calls for my return from this noble cursade.
Its the fire that burns my skin.
It will be the cry of a child.
or is it my own cry of terror.
Its the grins of many faces.
Which is the screaming of my soul.
The spider swings down to me, as my arms and legs are all tied.
She swings, with legs of only 8.
Yes, it is a spider.
Its a spider who hits me with a belt.
It is a spider who locks my door and says " what a creature I am".
Its monsters who walk by my...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2014 4:25am
17th Mar 2014 4:25am
Forsaken
To be taken and accepted then to be forsaken.
Is the worst betrayal of all.
Release my life to beginning another.
Standing on the chair of life and death.
With a black string tied around my neck.
The string that pulls and tugs.
Until im all blue and purple.
The fire of my desire.
Death lies behind this door.
To join this dark fire with him.
Would be my heavenly light.
For he fell into deaths embrace before me.
Locking my door that keeps me alive and healthy.
But I die ever so slowly inside.
This fever of my disease will forever spread in...
Is the worst betrayal of all.
Release my life to beginning another.
Standing on the chair of life and death.
With a black string tied around my neck.
The string that pulls and tugs.
Until im all blue and purple.
The fire of my desire.
Death lies behind this door.
To join this dark fire with him.
Would be my heavenly light.
For he fell into deaths embrace before me.
Locking my door that keeps me alive and healthy.
But I die ever so slowly inside.
This fever of my disease will forever spread in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 9:51pm
14th Mar 2014 9:51pm
The light of the rose
I touched a burning candle, I shall not burn.
Shoot me with a silver bullet its all the same.
Stab a stake through my heart.
Though I bled.
I feel no pain.
No, I'm not a creature of the night.
Its my heart that is burning not my flesh.
It stabs my heart with thousands of swords.
Its a dark fire.
That's burning through my soul.
Its the rage of my deepest desire.
This forest of my life is now ashes and dust.
Why can't I feel?
I should crack and peel.
I am drawn by my desire.
My lust for power.
My...
Shoot me with a silver bullet its all the same.
Stab a stake through my heart.
Though I bled.
I feel no pain.
No, I'm not a creature of the night.
Its my heart that is burning not my flesh.
It stabs my heart with thousands of swords.
Its a dark fire.
That's burning through my soul.
Its the rage of my deepest desire.
This forest of my life is now ashes and dust.
Why can't I feel?
I should crack and peel.
I am drawn by my desire.
My lust for power.
My...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 7:46pm
9th Mar 2014 7:46pm
So cold
Your face as fair as lace.
It brings me such comfort.
Your gaze has pierced my heart.
And I am brought to my knees by cupid.
Or is the devil?
Have you no pity?
Have you no love or passion for me?
You hit me with your sweet hate.
Your lies stab me like a blade.
You were my bright red rose in a flock of crows.
You were my dove in a field of ravens.
Now you have made my heart cold as clay.
This clay plays with my emotions.
Hardening me to the core.
How long I have loved you.
But I have drowned beneath your waves of hate....
It brings me such comfort.
Your gaze has pierced my heart.
And I am brought to my knees by cupid.
Or is the devil?
Have you no pity?
Have you no love or passion for me?
You hit me with your sweet hate.
Your lies stab me like a blade.
You were my bright red rose in a flock of crows.
You were my dove in a field of ravens.
Now you have made my heart cold as clay.
This clay plays with my emotions.
Hardening me to the core.
How long I have loved you.
But I have drowned beneath your waves of hate....
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 6:57pm
9th Mar 2014 6:57pm
Echo
Digging searching for heavens light.
Only to find Dracula's eye.
Being forever lost in this black abyss.
Digging searching for the top.
Only to be closer to the bottom.
The angel of death calls my name.
His voice calm and appealing.
But it hides the insidious truth.
He is my raven.
Can I ever resist the call of the siren?
His call of peace.
That can easily fool you.
The echo of his voice.
Brings me warmth.
I found a deep cave to hide in.
They will find me in a million years.
Ashes and dust. ...
Only to find Dracula's eye.
Being forever lost in this black abyss.
Digging searching for the top.
Only to be closer to the bottom.
The angel of death calls my name.
His voice calm and appealing.
But it hides the insidious truth.
He is my raven.
Can I ever resist the call of the siren?
His call of peace.
That can easily fool you.
The echo of his voice.
Brings me warmth.
I found a deep cave to hide in.
They will find me in a million years.
Ashes and dust. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2014 1:55am
9th Mar 2014 1:55am
SIN
Do you hear that whisper in your ear? The contempt that will plauge your very heart and soul.
I see you over there with the knife, Go ahead and do it no ones watching. He killed your wife, so why shouldn't he not pay?
At this point of time you may call me mad.
But please don't. Please understand. No ones watching why should you care?
Let my words bring sense. Why put so much effort in doing the right thing if no ones there to give you a reward for it? Just this one time your sure to like it.
Oh you don't seem to believe me just wait until you...
I see you over there with the knife, Go ahead and do it no ones watching. He killed your wife, so why shouldn't he not pay?
At this point of time you may call me mad.
But please don't. Please understand. No ones watching why should you care?
Let my words bring sense. Why put so much effort in doing the right thing if no ones there to give you a reward for it? Just this one time your sure to like it.
Oh you don't seem to believe me just wait until you...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 6:00pm
8th Mar 2014 6:00pm
The skeletons grin
Follow the bright meadow of elk and life.
Where maple leaves lay on the fresh green plains.
Follow this path of laughter.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
A path covered in rotting flesh and corpses of the people who fell before you.
These maple trees are brown and crimson from the blood spilled.
Follow this path that bears bones on the path and smells of death.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
For he smiles at you for all your embodiments of sin.
You declared this was heavens gate.
But...
Where maple leaves lay on the fresh green plains.
Follow this path of laughter.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
A path covered in rotting flesh and corpses of the people who fell before you.
These maple trees are brown and crimson from the blood spilled.
Follow this path that bears bones on the path and smells of death.
For you may find the skeletons grin.
For he smiles at you for all your embodiments of sin.
You declared this was heavens gate.
But...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 5:43pm
8th Mar 2014 5:43pm
Behind a closed door
Those who have lost hope.
May hold a black key.
The lock to my heart is pitch black.
Which can only fit a black key.
No one cares for me.
If they do, I will block them off.
That's why all my doors are closed.
I close all the doors.
However closing them keeps everyone out.
Including "God".
If he forsakes me, I shall forsake him too.
they said he would be my guide.
But it was all a lie or was it?
My only friend is myself.
A moving train is what I...
May hold a black key.
The lock to my heart is pitch black.
Which can only fit a black key.
No one cares for me.
If they do, I will block them off.
That's why all my doors are closed.
I close all the doors.
However closing them keeps everyone out.
Including "God".
If he forsakes me, I shall forsake him too.
they said he would be my guide.
But it was all a lie or was it?
My only friend is myself.
A moving train is what I...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 7:01am
8th Mar 2014 7:01am
I am not one name but many
I am poison you can't eat, touch, or breath.
I have not one name but many.
I come in many different shapes, forms, and sizes.
I could be your brother, your sister, your neighbor, your best friend, or even your mother and father.
I will be the forthcoming of your bitter demise. The beginning of your end.
I come from the wings of your apocalypse.
I tear apart your every sanity by putting your loved ones in harms way.
I will put brother against brother.
I am the one that starts wars.
I know you...
I have not one name but many.
I come in many different shapes, forms, and sizes.
I could be your brother, your sister, your neighbor, your best friend, or even your mother and father.
I will be the forthcoming of your bitter demise. The beginning of your end.
I come from the wings of your apocalypse.
I tear apart your every sanity by putting your loved ones in harms way.
I will put brother against brother.
I am the one that starts wars.
I know you...
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