Submissions by xxdementedwitchxx
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 9:54pm
9th Aug 2014 9:54pm
A Wretched Outcast Calling For Death
The lower a tone speaks to me,
I begin to hear more than I see.
A change in voice gives away your deed;
that you are a lying, deceitful and cruel being
Unlike those around you,
I can see straight through;
right past the hate that flew
my heart towards burning too.
If I could take it all away;
the pain you give me everyday
from your burning. Perpetual to say
that I will kill you forever and a day.
I will rip you apart;
stomp on you and burn your heart;
break and mold you into art
This isn't the...
I begin to hear more than I see.
A change in voice gives away your deed;
that you are a lying, deceitful and cruel being
Unlike those around you,
I can see straight through;
right past the hate that flew
my heart towards burning too.
If I could take it all away;
the pain you give me everyday
from your burning. Perpetual to say
that I will kill you forever and a day.
I will rip you apart;
stomp on you and burn your heart;
break and mold you into art
This isn't the...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 4:28am
9th Aug 2014 4:28am
My Name is Unknown. I Am an Enemy. Now, I Am Gone.
"Now lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before i wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take."
Were the last words spoken by me,
the day before I did what I had done.
It was All Hallows Eve that day,
The day I killed me.
It had started as a child,
I would lay myself to sleep
I would pray the lord my soul to stay.
If only i didn't kill the boy i used to be.
My mother hates who I've become,
a walking travesty in the darkness
that dwells within my soul.
And I will tell you.
...
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before i wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take."
Were the last words spoken by me,
the day before I did what I had done.
It was All Hallows Eve that day,
The day I killed me.
It had started as a child,
I would lay myself to sleep
I would pray the lord my soul to stay.
If only i didn't kill the boy i used to be.
My mother hates who I've become,
a walking travesty in the darkness
that dwells within my soul.
And I will tell you.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2014 7:16am
7th Aug 2014 7:16am
I Bleed for You
I'm sorry
I was busy bleeding on your floor
for me to see the blood sign on your door
Guess i'm not enough for you to want more.
I lay on your bed for you to have your way
only for you to throw me out at the end of the day.
I guess it's not love that brought you to me to play.
I should have listened to what my mother had to say.
This isn't what i thought it would be.
You said that with all your heart, you loved me.
I'm leaving before the end, so you can't see;
see me leaving with my pride and my dignity.
My whole day bleeding,...
I was busy bleeding on your floor
for me to see the blood sign on your door
Guess i'm not enough for you to want more.
I lay on your bed for you to have your way
only for you to throw me out at the end of the day.
I guess it's not love that brought you to me to play.
I should have listened to what my mother had to say.
This isn't what i thought it would be.
You said that with all your heart, you loved me.
I'm leaving before the end, so you can't see;
see me leaving with my pride and my dignity.
My whole day bleeding,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2014 5:12am
3rd Aug 2014 5:12am
Sophia
Wise is she who made light;
Her name is Sophia and she has a plight.
Once was she, cast out of heaven
After then, gave birth to a number seven.
She named him, as they say, Demiurge.
Only be the two, she had a heavy urge
To isolate Demiurge, her child
To believe he is one, only wild.
Demiurge grew bored and created new life
Humans, by themselves, without even a knife.
Sophia looked down at the humans in pity
and gave them light, for she was wity.
So, I end this fable
and lie this book on the table.
Love...
Her name is Sophia and she has a plight.
Once was she, cast out of heaven
After then, gave birth to a number seven.
She named him, as they say, Demiurge.
Only be the two, she had a heavy urge
To isolate Demiurge, her child
To believe he is one, only wild.
Demiurge grew bored and created new life
Humans, by themselves, without even a knife.
Sophia looked down at the humans in pity
and gave them light, for she was wity.
So, I end this fable
and lie this book on the table.
Love...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 7:56pm
1st Aug 2014 7:56pm
Hail Freya!
I woke up this morning
no need to remind me
to give worship to a Goddess so adoring;
Freya who's love is warming.
Freya; the Nordic Venus.
So kind and gentle and of no meanness.
They all love her
All the beautiful Norse dominus.
She is the Norse Goddess of Love and Beauty;
bringing gifts of such to those who may be gloomy.
Also the goddess of fertility
brings gifts of such and help hens become broody.
Goddess of Sexuality as in sex.
For her to bring such gift, was not a hex
but a gift to pay all your respects.
Call for...
no need to remind me
to give worship to a Goddess so adoring;
Freya who's love is warming.
Freya; the Nordic Venus.
So kind and gentle and of no meanness.
They all love her
All the beautiful Norse dominus.
She is the Norse Goddess of Love and Beauty;
bringing gifts of such to those who may be gloomy.
Also the goddess of fertility
brings gifts of such and help hens become broody.
Goddess of Sexuality as in sex.
For her to bring such gift, was not a hex
but a gift to pay all your respects.
Call for...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 3:18am
1st Aug 2014 3:18am
An Old Friend
Years ago,
I was too young to know
about the dangers of those below;
the ones that dwell in human woe.
Demons of an endless reign
that fill you with fear and deign.
Though they say most are vain,
I recall one not so plain
His name was Samael
with an alter ego of a female;
they called her evil
a devil self-proclaimed regal.
But Samael was known for his killings.
He reigned in the Fifth Heaven of dark buildings.
Taking lives of the ones whose lives were chilling;
the one's whose souls were stained of the...
I was too young to know
about the dangers of those below;
the ones that dwell in human woe.
Demons of an endless reign
that fill you with fear and deign.
Though they say most are vain,
I recall one not so plain
His name was Samael
with an alter ego of a female;
they called her evil
a devil self-proclaimed regal.
But Samael was known for his killings.
He reigned in the Fifth Heaven of dark buildings.
Taking lives of the ones whose lives were chilling;
the one's whose souls were stained of the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2014 5:36am
31st Jul 2014 5:36am
With My Three, Glowing Eyes
I hailed the Goddess;
I hailed the God;
I welcomed the Quarters;
I invoked Spirit.
Through my mirror, I saw
from the corner of my eye
I see them glow raw
in brightness to thaw.
Of all the years I practice,
never have I seen my third eye.
Though I have had the access
to see they were the color of a cactus.
This is true;
my eyes were glowing green.
Because my eyes are natural blue,
I never envisioned my eyes in such hue.
With My Three, Glowing Eyes,
I was excited like I had won a prize.
Never have I seen...
I hailed the God;
I welcomed the Quarters;
I invoked Spirit.
Through my mirror, I saw
from the corner of my eye
I see them glow raw
in brightness to thaw.
Of all the years I practice,
never have I seen my third eye.
Though I have had the access
to see they were the color of a cactus.
This is true;
my eyes were glowing green.
Because my eyes are natural blue,
I never envisioned my eyes in such hue.
With My Three, Glowing Eyes,
I was excited like I had won a prize.
Never have I seen...
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