Title: Hide and Seek
A shadow is looming,
a demon you thought you knew.
She keeps you trapped in a sadistic game,
one hiding, one seeking.
Painfully sprinting on shattered ankles,
the gruesome figure closes in.
She is always there,
always drags you back.
Binding you to the bed,
her game begins again.
Strangulating you to prevent your screams,
Giggling at your struggling body.
Stripping you bare
you stop fighting back
and accept what is coming.
Menacingly she crawls up you,
closing your eyes
she takes advantage of you.
Achieving the pleasure she wanted,
she drifts off into sleep
and you silently cry to yourself.
Alone.
Title: Operation room.
The white coats hover over me,
blinding light hiding their faces.
I can't move,
strapped down to the bed,
trapped.
Only able to watch,
they put a mask over my mouth.
Phasing to another time,
another place,
I pass out as i hear my jaw crack,
the bone broken,
the operation begins.
One man holds a tube,
another a scalpel,
i feel myself drowning in saliva,
then the tube comes to save me.
The scalpel rends my gums,
an iron taste fills my mouth.
First one tooth,
then the next,
till all four are gone.
Stitches fill my mouth,
saving me from death.
The cracking of my jaw back into place,
It's over.
Title: The Twin Suns
I am a phoenix,
forced to pay for uncommitted sins.
The sun burns into the earth,
the brightest flash,
the hottest fire.
Friends and family perish,
leaving their shadows on the walls.
Over the bridges of faceless bodies,
evacuated to a new land.
Scurrying from Hell,
where flesh drips from bone;
I try to start anew.
Glancing to the heavens,
another American plane zips overhead.
Trembling to the ground,
covering my head,
as tears pour off my face,
while I'm forcing my face back into the mud.
Where the buildings fell,
bodiless shadows roam,
unaware they are already dead.
Title: Caged Pigeon
Your hands tangle with my feet;
holding down my wings,
forcing me to remain earthbound.
Deprived me of my flight,
vermilion explosions,
from my fragile ripping limbs,
while I fight to escape.
Toying with me,
I can get off the ground,
just so you can swat me back down again.
If life were logical,
pleasure would not come from this abuse,
but dieing birds never cry out in pain.
Will You Help Me When I Die? by FredligPelsaktig, literature
Literature
Will You Help Me When I Die?
Title: Will You Help Me When I Die?
Stealing my last breath,
will you be there?
Will you mourn my death;
or just cry at my funeral?
I spent all my life,
dieing to keep my obligation,
promoting you to reach your potential.
Will you respect me in return?
Will you grant me eternal life;
or just like a ghost in fog?
Title: Silence is Golden
People surround themselves with so much noise,
fearing silence, fearing thinking.
Sirens, whistles, and car alarms,
music, cell phones, and yelling pollute the air.
The everyday noise is hard to frustrating,
impossible to escape.
Screaming "Shut up!",
people become statues,
stunned in awe.
There, in that moment of complete silence,
everything makes sense,
I am one with the world;
life is golden.
Unfortunately "nothing gold can stay" 1
People, human again,
mutter to themselves,
too busy for happiness,
your reward for understanding absolute silence.
1Frost, Robert
Title: Hide and Seek
A shadow is looming,
a demon you thought you knew.
She keeps you trapped in a sadistic game,
one hiding, one seeking.
Painfully sprinting on shattered ankles,
the gruesome figure closes in.
She is always there,
always drags you back.
Binding you to the bed,
her game begins again.
Strangulating you to prevent your screams,
Giggling at your struggling body.
Stripping you bare
you stop fighting back
and accept what is coming.
Menacingly she crawls up you,
closing your eyes
she takes advantage of you.
Achieving the pleasure she wanted,
she drifts off into sleep
and you silently cry to yourself.
Alone.
Title: Operation room.
The white coats hover over me,
blinding light hiding their faces.
I can't move,
strapped down to the bed,
trapped.
Only able to watch,
they put a mask over my mouth.
Phasing to another time,
another place,
I pass out as i hear my jaw crack,
the bone broken,
the operation begins.
One man holds a tube,
another a scalpel,
i feel myself drowning in saliva,
then the tube comes to save me.
The scalpel rends my gums,
an iron taste fills my mouth.
First one tooth,
then the next,
till all four are gone.
Stitches fill my mouth,
saving me from death.
The cracking of my jaw back into place,
It's over.
Title: The Twin Suns
I am a phoenix,
forced to pay for uncommitted sins.
The sun burns into the earth,
the brightest flash,
the hottest fire.
Friends and family perish,
leaving their shadows on the walls.
Over the bridges of faceless bodies,
evacuated to a new land.
Scurrying from Hell,
where flesh drips from bone;
I try to start anew.
Glancing to the heavens,
another American plane zips overhead.
Trembling to the ground,
covering my head,
as tears pour off my face,
while I'm forcing my face back into the mud.
Where the buildings fell,
bodiless shadows roam,
unaware they are already dead.
Title: Caged Pigeon
Your hands tangle with my feet;
holding down my wings,
forcing me to remain earthbound.
Deprived me of my flight,
vermilion explosions,
from my fragile ripping limbs,
while I fight to escape.
Toying with me,
I can get off the ground,
just so you can swat me back down again.
If life were logical,
pleasure would not come from this abuse,
but dieing birds never cry out in pain.
Will You Help Me When I Die? by FredligPelsaktig, literature
Literature
Will You Help Me When I Die?
Title: Will You Help Me When I Die?
Stealing my last breath,
will you be there?
Will you mourn my death;
or just cry at my funeral?
I spent all my life,
dieing to keep my obligation,
promoting you to reach your potential.
Will you respect me in return?
Will you grant me eternal life;
or just like a ghost in fog?
I recently got into poetry when i started taking creative writing in high school. I do not do poetry for anything other then that fact that i think its fun and i like word-smithing. I enjoy art but i cant draw to save my life (hence why i picked poems) but i don't really mind it.
As for me as a person i'm 6'4" (193 centimeters) and am about 225lbs (about 102kg). I spend most of my time playing World of Warcraft, however i also play Magic the Gathering along with counsel games. I am always looking for help in poetry, however things like "This poem sucks" and "You can't write" are not in the lest bit helpful and will make me smile as i delete them.
GAMES CURRENTLY PLAYING Persona 4 WoW Devil May Cry 4 along with others
MUSIC My main top bands are as follows: MSI, Iron Maiden, Dream Theater, Slipknot, Soundgarden,Nirvana, ect.
[ ] smoked
[x] consumed alcohol
[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex
[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex
[ ] kissed someone of the same sex
[x] had sex
[x] had someone in your room other than family
[x] watched porn
[ ] bought porn (HAHA silly quiz, you so funny)
[x] tried drugs
TOTAL: 7
[x] taken painkillers
[ ] taken someone else's prescription medicine
[x] lied to your parents
[x] lied to a friend
[ ] snuck out of the house
[x] done something illegal
[x] felt hurt
[x] hurt someone
[x] wished someone to die
[ ] seen someone die
TOTAL: 14
[ ] missed curfew (don't have one)
[x] s
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5 Things I Wish I Could Say To People:
1.) Just because you don't get something you want doesn't mean your life is over.
2.) If i offend you, i'm not sorry
3.) I really do hate you.
4.) Would you please shut up and stop being retreated.
5.) You think your life is bad, try living in a 3rd world country.
Nine things about myself:
1.) I fear failure even though i don't show it.
2.) I hate the feeling of free-falling
3.) one of my eyes doesn't open up as much as the other
4.) I don't mind Lady GaGa
5.) I get really shy around people i don' know
6.) I am hydrophobic
7.) I love looking at bugs when they are