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axr Oct 2014
You are like a constellation in the sky.
So far
yet
so close.
I long to touch you
only to know
that I will burn.
A mystery I long to solve
The longer follow you
the more I get lost.
The more I gaze at you
I see the lost parts of you.
You are like a constellation in the sky
beautiful from a distance
but
ugliness of fire inside.
Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
She met a boy
And she's in love
Her mother disapproves

Her mother says he's trouble
But she adores this boy
He's someone she'll never lose

Forbidden to see him
She meets him in secret
Every single night

He calls her many
pretty things
They keep their affair out of sight

The boy she loves
Has killed a man
Police are on his trail

She has a choice
To hide her love
Or watch him rot In jail

In the dead of the night
She leads him to the house
Through the creeky back door

Gun still in his hand
The pair tiptoe
Across the kitchen floor

Her mother finding out
About this situation
Is among her highest fears

They sneak up
to her bedroom
And she bursts into tears

What have you done?
She cries to him
He shoves her onto the ground

Tells her to shut up
Curses at her
Warns her not to make a sound

There's a pounding on
The door they came in
She follows him down continuing to cry

The stranger he owes
Stalked him here
And tells him to pay or die

Her lover's gun fires
The stranger falls
****** and still as a rock

They turn to see her mother
Who heard voices and came down
Her eyes filled with horror and shock

Without even flinching
Her lover aims his weapon
And says she's seen to much

Her mother's screams
Echo off the walls
She's bleeding and cold to the touch

Sobbing at her dying mother's side
He shoots her too
Saying I'm sorry it had to end this way

Then leaving them both
To die alone
Her "lover" runs away

Father comes down to his ****** family
She whispers Sorry daddy
He calls 911 and they all wait

But by time they arrive
Just like her apology
It simply is too late

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George Cheese Oct 2014
Oh twisted stimulus,
****** of the soul,
you flood me with colour.

I spill out across the world,
being everywhere,
existing nowhere.

Once I've emptied,
I am void.
Incorporeal and numb.

Like mist in gale,
I am rushed,
into endless sky.

Notorious chemical,
beautiful chemist,
I am lost in your constellation.
i need to stop writing poems after midnight
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
I heard my song
on the twisted radio.
It sent me on a path
that I didn't want to go.

It rang up my past
of hate and deceit.
Sad song of yesterday
gone down in defeat.

It ***** through the straw
of castrated demands.
The beat of the drum
plays in the band.

Put in my place
from every note played.
It's the last song I hear,
I don't want to stay.
Fly away, dragon child,
Away from their lies,
Away from their 'good intentions'
To keep you from the skies.

Escape while you still can,
While you're young and fresh and free.
Don't dally too long or
You'll end up just like me

My wings are clipped by cruel ideals,
Broken by twisted thoughts,
By 'reprentatives of the people'
In their high and mighty forts.

So quickly now, my little one,
Soar on wings of hope.
Something that was scrubbed away from me
Like dirt is scrubbed with soap
Nameless Oct 2014
They don't know
...
why does it bother me,
isn't it better this way;
them not knowing
...
What happened in my past,
it messed me up
BAD
...
Things like that,
they **** people up
...
my life was some what normal,
before then.
but it twisted and shattered
any hopes
that I can be anything
BUT
okay
...
My past.
what it did,
to me.
The effect,
it had.
...
they don't know,
they'd only feel sorry
and give me pity;
if they
knew
what happened
to my life
till I was five
...
I'm
just lucky
to be
ALIVE
I can't focus on the past,
or I couldn't live for the future.
{Because I am wise beyond my years}
The pale ghost of dawn
A grove of trees
Faded derelicts
Without leaves
A tracery of branches
Bent and twisted
Shades of grey
On a cold, grim day.

Disaffection
Evil minds online
Contempt fro coquetry
Worshippers of perversity
A prelude to profanity
Barely covering
Membranes of morality
On the dark side of the mind.
This was inspired by vicious, personal, verbal attacks online.
I've made a deal with the devil
Signed in blood I gave him my soul
With each passing day my life unfolds
I wake to serve, to fulfill his deeds
My twisted words cut others with ease
What choice do I have when that's all that I know?
I play with your head until you grow old
With the devil on your shoulders
I stand blindly in a trance
Knowing those were my orders
I send you a glance
I Brighten your day
Am I a normal person?
Who's to say?
Just a poem
I am not sick
That makes it sound as though
There is a cure.
I am
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