Submissions by pure_emo117
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
feeling
the feeling of youre soft skin
youre perfect lips
huge breasts
youre curvy hips
youre kiss is enough
to set me on fire
to flick the swith
of my burning desire
un buttoning youre top
sliding out ouf of youre pants
with you on top of me
time to sideways dance
the ectacy and heat
cause by our two bodies
rubbing and grinding each other
its one of my favourite hobbies
the faster i go
the harder you want it
hours before we climax
and i loved every second of it.
youre perfect lips
huge breasts
youre curvy hips
youre kiss is enough
to set me on fire
to flick the swith
of my burning desire
un buttoning youre top
sliding out ouf of youre pants
with you on top of me
time to sideways dance
the ectacy and heat
cause by our two bodies
rubbing and grinding each other
its one of my favourite hobbies
the faster i go
the harder you want it
hours before we climax
and i loved every second of it.
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dont let me be by myself.
try to be like every one else
try to ft in
keep my sleeves rolled down
hold my screams tightly within
smile at my mates
laugh at there jokes
go out and be social
only upset when provoked
its so much easier
when youre not alone
when youre at home crying
its bad being on youre own
no one there to stop you
to snatch away the blade
nobody to help you
when youe life begins to fade.
try to ft in
keep my sleeves rolled down
hold my screams tightly within
smile at my mates
laugh at there jokes
go out and be social
only upset when provoked
its so much easier
when youre not alone
when youre at home crying
its bad being on youre own
no one there to stop you
to snatch away the blade
nobody to help you
when youe life begins to fade.
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satanic show
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a little story about a big part of my life
this is a true story, but im shit at writing stories so its in a poem instead.
i met this girl
i wont tell you her name
it dosent really matter
the story is the same
i was in darwin
about a month ago
camp had just started
the morning was pretty slow
then i seen this girl
she was insructing a cource
dressed in long sleeved camo
speaking with little force.
i was instrucing
on the same cource as her
she seemed a little shy
nervous for sure
then i seen her sleeve
it began to rise up...
i met this girl
i wont tell you her name
it dosent really matter
the story is the same
i was in darwin
about a month ago
camp had just started
the morning was pretty slow
then i seen this girl
she was insructing a cource
dressed in long sleeved camo
speaking with little force.
i was instrucing
on the same cource as her
she seemed a little shy
nervous for sure
then i seen her sleeve
it began to rise up...
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know what its like </3
alone in a crowded room
you know this feeling
the depressive little emo kid
wondering why he is still breathing
at school youre a target
a laughin stock in black
tears fall every day
to weak to attack
at home youre a nobody
siblings get the attention
sitting at the dinner table
not even once are you mentioned
in youre room youre safe
away from the world outside
amongst youre music and razor blades
at least a razor never lies
if you read this and think to youreself
"hey, this kid knows his shit"...
you know this feeling
the depressive little emo kid
wondering why he is still breathing
at school youre a target
a laughin stock in black
tears fall every day
to weak to attack
at home youre a nobody
siblings get the attention
sitting at the dinner table
not even once are you mentioned
in youre room youre safe
away from the world outside
amongst youre music and razor blades
at least a razor never lies
if you read this and think to youreself
"hey, this kid knows his shit"...
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who have you turned into..
youre my best friend.
youre sixteen
youre a slut
youre not who you used to be
youre pregnant
youre fucking a 20 year old
youre smoking
youre drinking
youre destroying youre mind
youre cutting youre wrist
youre wondering why this is happening
youre in tears
youre asking for help
youre hoping i will ppick you up
youre waiting for me to run back to you
youre expecting me to drop everything for you
youre not going to expect this
youre not going to expect me to say this is youre fault
youre crying face dsent effect me anymore...
youre sixteen
youre a slut
youre not who you used to be
youre pregnant
youre fucking a 20 year old
youre smoking
youre drinking
youre destroying youre mind
youre cutting youre wrist
youre wondering why this is happening
youre in tears
youre asking for help
youre hoping i will ppick you up
youre waiting for me to run back to you
youre expecting me to drop everything for you
youre not going to expect this
youre not going to expect me to say this is youre fault
youre crying face dsent effect me anymore...
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serenade writing
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my deamon
inside me is a deamon
twisting and ripping
it wants to break out
ripping my insides
tearing my heart
it makes me want to shout
darkness and deception
cloack all my thoughs
the deamon is speaking to me
it want me to kill
it want me to destroy
it want to break free
i have to keep it in
i have to be strong
or else it be the end
i cant let it win
i can let it out
i cant let it kill..again.
twisting and ripping
it wants to break out
ripping my insides
tearing my heart
it makes me want to shout
darkness and deception
cloack all my thoughs
the deamon is speaking to me
it want me to kill
it want me to destroy
it want to break free
i have to keep it in
i have to be strong
or else it be the end
i cant let it win
i can let it out
i cant let it kill..again.
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seven weeks
its been three weeks
im doing well
my arms are starting to heal up
my leg is scabbing aswell
four weeks in
i begin to think
a whole month with no cuts
am i away from the brink?
six weeks in
that one little thing
reminds me of pain
i feel that familiar sting
seven weeks in
i cant control it
my hands are shaking
im over this shit!
eigth week monday
im of to school
bandaged up and bleeding heavy
im a stupid fool
evrytime i get back up
i miss the feeling
that sharp slice on my wrist...
im doing well
my arms are starting to heal up
my leg is scabbing aswell
four weeks in
i begin to think
a whole month with no cuts
am i away from the brink?
six weeks in
that one little thing
reminds me of pain
i feel that familiar sting
seven weeks in
i cant control it
my hands are shaking
im over this shit!
eigth week monday
im of to school
bandaged up and bleeding heavy
im a stupid fool
evrytime i get back up
i miss the feeling
that sharp slice on my wrist...
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asylum
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the end
sitting in the dark
bleeding from the wrist
praying to god
"please end this"
close youre eyes
shed no tears
you have been strong
for so many years
feel the metal
break youre scarred skin
cut youre wrist wide open
bleeding is not a sin
remember the people who said
youre to scarred to die
laugh as you said to them
its easy when you try
one more cut
as you begin to go pale
life is just a boat
now you can finally set sail
bleeding from the wrist
praying to god
"please end this"
close youre eyes
shed no tears
you have been strong
for so many years
feel the metal
break youre scarred skin
cut youre wrist wide open
bleeding is not a sin
remember the people who said
youre to scarred to die
laugh as you said to them
its easy when you try
one more cut
as you begin to go pale
life is just a boat
now you can finally set sail
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breaking point
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