Submissions by serenitythepeacful (cliche)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A vendetta against life.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2013 8:15pm
12th Oct 2013 8:15pm
Screeching Melodies
Muffled sounds attempt to appeal to my attention
Shrieks, hollers, bellows, yells, the resonance
Howling at me
The erratic melody grows restless,
But unremarkable to my heart,
I do not answer
Irritation cultivates in my eardrums,
The screeching racket still beckoning me.
I wonder if it'll ever shutup.
If the enraging coughs will ever cease to antagonize.
Though harmlessly mellow, dangerously soothing,
The incoherent bellow is too much to swallow.
I turn to silence the faceless coughing.
To stab out the ruckus...
Shrieks, hollers, bellows, yells, the resonance
Howling at me
The erratic melody grows restless,
But unremarkable to my heart,
I do not answer
Irritation cultivates in my eardrums,
The screeching racket still beckoning me.
I wonder if it'll ever shutup.
If the enraging coughs will ever cease to antagonize.
Though harmlessly mellow, dangerously soothing,
The incoherent bellow is too much to swallow.
I turn to silence the faceless coughing.
To stab out the ruckus...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Oct 2013 8:14pm
12th Oct 2013 8:14pm
Te ves bien
Our hands.
They twitch in unison,
Both feeling the want.
Both envisioning the
Touch of the other's.
The want guides
Our eyes.
Searching for what we need
In each other's scrutiny.
One of the few romantic languages
Caresses the minds of our hands.
It sings "Te ves bien."
!Te ves bien!
They're meaningless words,
Without the help of his voice.
I do so wonder
If his lips twitch as mine do...
If his breath escalates as mine does.
His eyes search for an eternity
That'll last just...
They twitch in unison,
Both feeling the want.
Both envisioning the
Touch of the other's.
The want guides
Our eyes.
Searching for what we need
In each other's scrutiny.
One of the few romantic languages
Caresses the minds of our hands.
It sings "Te ves bien."
!Te ves bien!
They're meaningless words,
Without the help of his voice.
I do so wonder
If his lips twitch as mine do...
If his breath escalates as mine does.
His eyes search for an eternity
That'll last just...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2013 2:41am
23rd Sep 2013 2:41am
Forlorn
How to express nonexistent feelings,
I ponder...
...and ponder.
Yet I ponder too long,
And feelings have become no more than an idea,
Emotions, thrown into the maze of confusion.
True to my empty shell
I'm nothing I can't be,
Barely more than less without
Something more than me.
Incomplete, I'll stay a puzzle piece
Forlorn, another other amongst no ones.
Not just left to perish beside the other others,
But tried and burned,
Tired of trying to feel something more than nothing.
I ponder...
...and ponder.
Yet I ponder too long,
And feelings have become no more than an idea,
Emotions, thrown into the maze of confusion.
True to my empty shell
I'm nothing I can't be,
Barely more than less without
Something more than me.
Incomplete, I'll stay a puzzle piece
Forlorn, another other amongst no ones.
Not just left to perish beside the other others,
But tried and burned,
Tired of trying to feel something more than nothing.
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2013 1:02am
23rd Sep 2013 1:02am
Eyes Look Your Last
Her posture screams,
To relieve
The sadness
That has taken
It's toll.
Her eyes,
Trained on the
Vast mural
Of her own
Thoughts.
Her hair,
Like tusks
Of midnight
Ripped from the
Moonlight's skin.
She,
Like marble,
Hardened...
By the stresses
Of herself.
To relieve
The sadness
That has taken
It's toll.
Her eyes,
Trained on the
Vast mural
Of her own
Thoughts.
Her hair,
Like tusks
Of midnight
Ripped from the
Moonlight's skin.
She,
Like marble,
Hardened...
By the stresses
Of herself.
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2013 00:12am
22nd Sep 2013 00:12am
Skin
I begin by slowly forcing back
One toe nail at a time.
The sickening sound as they
Detach creates the triumph
That begins to stir within.
A meager amount of blood has
Merged with the bath water,
Fading quickly.
That is until I grab the scalpel.
I dig the point into the tip of my toe,
Allowing more blood to dance with the lavender bubbles.
With every press of the hungry blade I peel
Back more and more skin,
My motives amplified with adrenaline.
Or maybe my betrothed insanity.
Soon I am soaking in...
One toe nail at a time.
The sickening sound as they
Detach creates the triumph
That begins to stir within.
A meager amount of blood has
Merged with the bath water,
Fading quickly.
That is until I grab the scalpel.
I dig the point into the tip of my toe,
Allowing more blood to dance with the lavender bubbles.
With every press of the hungry blade I peel
Back more and more skin,
My motives amplified with adrenaline.
Or maybe my betrothed insanity.
Soon I am soaking in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2013 10:48pm
18th Sep 2013 10:48pm
Void of Serenity
I'm not living.
Just floating on the
Frigid surface of awareness.
Void of the Warmth that comes with Hope.
My attempts to grasp Hope,
Which remains evanescent
Among the last of the Living,
Are hopeless.
For the Terror has graced me with
Every essence of its belligerence.
The portal to Defeat
Opens before me,
The Heavens too late to
Revive what's left.
The Terror brings with it
The wretched scent of decomposing souls.
It's submissive tides tower above me,
Ready to strike.
Emptiness...
Just floating on the
Frigid surface of awareness.
Void of the Warmth that comes with Hope.
My attempts to grasp Hope,
Which remains evanescent
Among the last of the Living,
Are hopeless.
For the Terror has graced me with
Every essence of its belligerence.
The portal to Defeat
Opens before me,
The Heavens too late to
Revive what's left.
The Terror brings with it
The wretched scent of decomposing souls.
It's submissive tides tower above me,
Ready to strike.
Emptiness...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 9:32am
7th Jun 2013 9:32am
Uncomfortably Numb
Birds chirp frantically
As the sun peeks over the
Distant horizon
I listen for a brief second
To the world awakening
Before drowning it out with pain
Passionate tears slide down to my headphones
Which spit thrashing notes of agony
Every beat beckoning the release of strained sobs
The edge of my bloodstained blade
Pinches my flawed legs
But it won't let out any blood
Time passes as melodic notes of anger
Flow into my comfortably numb mind
My unsteady hand perched above my wrist
I no longer have a reason to...
As the sun peeks over the
Distant horizon
I listen for a brief second
To the world awakening
Before drowning it out with pain
Passionate tears slide down to my headphones
Which spit thrashing notes of agony
Every beat beckoning the release of strained sobs
The edge of my bloodstained blade
Pinches my flawed legs
But it won't let out any blood
Time passes as melodic notes of anger
Flow into my comfortably numb mind
My unsteady hand perched above my wrist
I no longer have a reason to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2013 7:34am
26th May 2013 7:34am
Hope for Summer
Three days.
Three.
One, two, three.
Then I have a summer
Of indomitable freedom.
I refuse to let thoughts of
Finding love
And breathing hope
Enter into my mind.
The summer will fade
And I'll be just as miserable
As I am now.
So instead I look forward to
Long evenings spent tending to my room.
Romantic nights flowering my precious wifi.
Just me and my summer.
That's all I can hope for.
Three.
One, two, three.
Then I have a summer
Of indomitable freedom.
I refuse to let thoughts of
Finding love
And breathing hope
Enter into my mind.
The summer will fade
And I'll be just as miserable
As I am now.
So instead I look forward to
Long evenings spent tending to my room.
Romantic nights flowering my precious wifi.
Just me and my summer.
That's all I can hope for.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 6:53am
23rd May 2013 6:53am
Murmurs of Desire
Her painful cries
Echo indefinitely
From the frigid rooftop.
I hear her body
Continuously shifting,
Trying to ease the agony
Of the wire cage compressing against
Her weakened body.
We cry in harmony.
She cries because of
The torturous prison
Restraining her body,
Restricting access to her
Beautiful babies.
I mourn for I know
She will die,
Killed by monsters like myself.
Putting my filthy hands around
Her innocent neck
Would serve the same purpose
As letting her die.
She would just...
Echo indefinitely
From the frigid rooftop.
I hear her body
Continuously shifting,
Trying to ease the agony
Of the wire cage compressing against
Her weakened body.
We cry in harmony.
She cries because of
The torturous prison
Restraining her body,
Restricting access to her
Beautiful babies.
I mourn for I know
She will die,
Killed by monsters like myself.
Putting my filthy hands around
Her innocent neck
Would serve the same purpose
As letting her die.
She would just...
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STORY POEM
Published
17th May 2013 5:41am
17th May 2013 5:41am
Me, Myself, and Serenity
I felt like a fly on a wall today.
Sitting there, unnoticed.
I didn't like it much.
The lack of attention I got was
So unfamiliar, so unwanted.
Yet it was weirdly relaxing.
The world left me alone
To die a peaceful death.
A gift of inconsideration on their part.
A lovely surprise to me.
My hatred was fueled often,
Ignited by fears of relaxation.
And fears of giving in to it all.
But here I am, drifting
Into the abyss
Of Serenity.
Sitting there, unnoticed.
I didn't like it much.
The lack of attention I got was
So unfamiliar, so unwanted.
Yet it was weirdly relaxing.
The world left me alone
To die a peaceful death.
A gift of inconsideration on their part.
A lovely surprise to me.
My hatred was fueled often,
Ignited by fears of relaxation.
And fears of giving in to it all.
But here I am, drifting
Into the abyss
Of Serenity.
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DARK POEM
Published
13th May 2013 2:24am
13th May 2013 2:24am
Parasitic Conditions
My belly protrudes over my tiny waist
Made noticeable by the shiny fabric
Stretched across my wide abdomen.
Not the loose, worn stomach of
Someone naturally corpulent in size,
But that of someone carrying a life.
How could this be?
Not once in my primitive life had I
Commenced to the greatest sin of
Laying on my back and spreading my knees
Unwed
Underage
And
Unworthy
Unworthy of God's undying love
Unworthy to carry his handmade creation
Unworthy of forgiveness for unknowingly disobeying Him
The...
Made noticeable by the shiny fabric
Stretched across my wide abdomen.
Not the loose, worn stomach of
Someone naturally corpulent in size,
But that of someone carrying a life.
How could this be?
Not once in my primitive life had I
Commenced to the greatest sin of
Laying on my back and spreading my knees
Unwed
Underage
And
Unworthy
Unworthy of God's undying love
Unworthy to carry his handmade creation
Unworthy of forgiveness for unknowingly disobeying Him
The...
129 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th May 2013 11:49pm
12th May 2013 11:49pm
Cyanide and Frosting
Being her friend
Is like having cake,
But not being able to eat it.
I constantly tell myself
I don't even like cake.
The center's too mushy,
It smells too sweet,
And the frosting tastes like poison.
I force myself to hate every bit of it.
But then, one day,
Someone else decided
To play with my cake.
He chewed it up.
And spit it out.
I was attacked by jealousy,
Robbed of sanity and reasoning.
Which was weird because
I didn't even like the cake.
Or did I?
I had tricked...
Is like having cake,
But not being able to eat it.
I constantly tell myself
I don't even like cake.
The center's too mushy,
It smells too sweet,
And the frosting tastes like poison.
I force myself to hate every bit of it.
But then, one day,
Someone else decided
To play with my cake.
He chewed it up.
And spit it out.
I was attacked by jealousy,
Robbed of sanity and reasoning.
Which was weird because
I didn't even like the cake.
Or did I?
I had tricked...
141 reads
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