Story Poems

My Living Hell

jdizzy — Wed, 28 Oct 2015 01:36:47 +0000

I'm never happy anymore, and I don't know why
All I do is sit in my room, alone, and cry
In this crazy big world how am I so alone
I never hang out with friends or go anywhere but home
I don't get enough sleep, I'm staying up all night

I have to go out more, have to come out of my shell
I need to find a way to escape my living hell.

Behind The Poem:

I feel very alone lately and I'm not sure why or how to fix it.

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What is happy?

ashwyy18 — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 03:39:22 +0000

Do you ever feel like your world is constantly spinning in circles that you can’t get stable?
Everywhere you turn you question your choices
Did I make a mistake? Was it a good choice?
In the end of it all you don’t know what to do
You don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong anymore
All you know is…
You hate being alone but...
You crave it so much
Your head spins
Your knees get weak
It gets harder and harder for you to breathe
You fall to the floor holding your knees
As the tears start to flow
You don’t know what you feel
Or how to feel
You can’t make up your mind
As you breathing starts to get more staggered
The tears begin to fall faster
You begin to shake
You look up to the blinding light as it soon becomes a blur whispering
I can’t do it, it’s too much
You want to be happy
But what is happy?

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EXTREME BROTHER

silence — Sun, 25 Oct 2015 10:30:50 +0000

Out of the four

Corners of my eye

I see the earthquakes

The pestilence

The blood

The heartless cold ice army

I see the pain

And people standing

In the rain

I see very little love

Mercy, kindness

This cold age

Of technology gone too far

Individuality

Treated as a wild animal

On the run

Communist

To the extreme max

Evident of Big brother

More than anyone’s mother

Could ever manage her kids

Children growing up on lies

Acting as ween adults

And government spies

Making decisions

Of life and death

Killing people of faith

Even betraying

Their own flesh n’ blood

Be it mother, father,

Sister, brother

Kids of lies in authority

These little darlings

Are now monsters

In disguised

Streets of red

Machines of breath

Controlling every soul

Chipped to a T

Stripping away

Human emotion

Stripping away

Love and devotion

Heartless people

Cold ice blue breath of death

What is fiction

And what is reality?

No one knows anymore

As life is all virtual

Drug extreme

Mind control

Extreme computers

Extreme punishment

Extreme games

Of death

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Cameras on the go

In the air

In our heads

In our eyes

“Welcome to

Extreme brother

Where individuality

Will cost you your life

Please denounce

Your faith

And sign

In blood

On the dotted line

Thank you

For your co-operation

Have a nice day”

As if they really care

As if any

True child of God

Would ever dare

Sign up

To the New world order

Pig

©Graeme James 2015

ONLINE REGRETS

ekphill — Fri, 16 Oct 2015 12:43:47 +0000

Chatting online with him made me happy.
It made me feel wanted to turn him on.
He sent me pictures of him wearing nothing.
His rippling muscles that made him look strong.
Tonight my parents left for a neighbor's party.
He chatted and asked if he could finally come through.
I must admit I desired to see him...
I wanted to put a voice to the body of my boo.
My desire made me invite him over.
My body and mind were curious to see.
My teenage mind ignored every single warning.
I was too late when he grabbed ahold of me.
I fought him from the moment he started.
He punched me hard in the face to stop my screams.
I begged and pleaded for him to stop...
He simply growled that he had his needs!

I can see my parents crying...
My 14 year old body is covered while lying on the ground.
They will never know I died screaming for their help.
My life left me pleading with that sound.
I fear for all my friends that chat socially online.
I know they can all end up just like me.
A girl who's simple curiosity...
Helped a predator take away all she would ever be.

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Yoga Pants

Your First Love — Fri, 20 Mar 2015 14:57:46 +0000

I was getting ready for school one morning.

My outfit was complete with yoga pants.

My mom walked in there,
And started playing with my hair.
"Why are you going to leave it down and hair sprayed," she said.
She added "Your hair will look so flat and dead."
My sister added "Your yoga pants have two holes in the but."
My mom looked at me as if I was trying to dress like a slut.
She handed me a pair of block slacks and said "Here, were these."
I hesitantly took them, looked at my sister and said "Thanks, Dee."
My mom yelled and said "Yoga pants are for skinny girls."
I thought to my self "Well then why do they make them in XL?"
Mom said "Yoga pants are for skinny girls that actually do yoga.
For the pretty skinny girls boys actually want to see more of."
Growing up people always told me "You know, you look just like your mom."
Whenever I heard that I wanted to look at them and roar "You're wrong."
But when my mom calls me fat,
Is she calling her self that?
My mom told me "Your senior pictures should just be of your face."
But mom why can't I be pretty and thick around the waist?
Mom why do I have to weigh 120 pounds for a boy to love me?
Mom why do I have to weigh 120 pounds for you to finally call me pretty?
So you know what mom, I'll lose the weight.
I will starve and throw up to get a date.
But remember mom you gave me these genes.
Not only do I look like you but you gave me these blue jeans.
So don't blame my "eating habits" blame hereditation.
For looking like you, an exact replication.
Everything from you long hair to your body fat.
And all this was written over a pair of yoga pants.

Behind The Poem:

This poem was written over a pair of yoga pants that my mom told me yoga pants were made for skinny girls. Well if yoga pants are made for skinny girls, why do they make them in XL?

Guilt

Abbasido — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 23:44:08 +0000

Pictures, dreams are broken

Tell me

Dont your eyes ever gaze vacantly?

We lost while looking for

A guilty and a right one, this is our story

How do you know who will be laughing in the end?

Maybe solitude will be the winner for a life time.

Who is right? Who is guilty while looking for a winner?

Pictures and dreams all in pieces

You gaze inyo distant places

In that way dont you ever think of it?

Tell me?

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The Truth of Today

Hope _Love — Fri, 20 Feb 2015 16:23:22 +0000

The Truth Of Today
The truth of today is the perverted ethic that has risen out of the original, Peace and civil rights, human rights, and the Spiritual side of living.
It is the kiss of death, these days to desire your rights as human beings. loving the flesh is oppression and it has boomeranged into submitting to a corrupt government once again.
Do you remember, “ Absolute power corrupts absolutely”?
It has come to a point where every single human being must declare, and fight a kind of singular battle for his ethics, values, choices, and beliefs. It is up to the individual to take his own stand, in his own behalf before the judgment that is being visited upon us, in our most private of places. Our homes, our minds, and our spirits.
You must learn to rise higher than a false promise, a false security, and the lies in the spiritual realm of the accusers, the lying prophets, the discouragers, and the threat of false illegalaties.
You are not free until you can stand on your own platform. The new temple, that you must build yourself, within your heart mind and soul. This is the real freedom. You will not find peace in our current world. You will find peace within yourself. To be at peace with oneself is the struggle of your life.
This is the judgment, this is your personal soul defense. Searching for this Peace this freedom my be our ultimate struggle.
You can rise above the crying, without dying a death of despair. Do not give into the ill wind that is blowing through our world at this time in history.
The winds of change they always blow, so wrap your cloak around you. Your cloak of whitest wool, and let the winds blow.
Peace be with you, beloved!

Behind The Poem:

Frustration, solving confusion.

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It Happened One Night In Bethlehem

EagleHawk4ever — Thu, 12 Feb 2015 20:16:10 +0000

It happened one night in Bethlehem
Where the City of David resides
As a star shining down on a manger
God’s Heavenly light provides
An angel came down to the shepherds
Who were watching their flocks in the night
Followed by the Heavenly Chorus
“For I bring you good tidings. Don’t fright”
Surrounded by wise men and shepherds
Surrounded by donkey and ox
Dressed all in rags meant for swaddling
And carefully laid in a box
A lowly carpenter for a father
On the run from an evil king’s raid
Given gifts of frankincense and myrrh
And the purest gold for monetary aide
Coming to us straight for Heaven’s Gate
Born from a simple virgin womb
Only to take our sins to the cross
Born to rise again from His tomb
Ring bells, and blow trumpets toward Heaven
Celebrate in the Heavenly Hall
For on Earth comes a Counselor and Teacher
Peace on Earth and good will to all
It happened one night in Bethlehem
In a stable where angels sing
He looked like any other new baby
A baby destined to be King

Behind The Poem:

I know it's past Christmas but I just remembered I wanted to post this

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The Damn Truth

DaniLady — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 15:43:35 +0000

Michael Brown was shot and killed
August 9th 2014 in Ferguson Missouri
The fact that he was black and died by
The gun of a white officer caused a fury
Though evidence proved his innocents
Black everywhere began to riot and loot
Ripping up stores starting fires to many
When does god say its OK to pollute?
More innocent people are being killed
Check out the news that's on everyday
Because of one black man's stupidity
Of thinking he shouldn't have to pay
The media dubbed him a lil choir boy
Even though its obvious that he's not
Holding up guns and money in pictures
Surely he was smoking more than pot
Yet right now over seas in the war
Our blacks and whites fight together
Side by side they continue on as one
Linked together like birds of a feather
I've gotta say I'm kinda a little curious
What is it that are they still fighting for
For a country that's torn apart by race
People afraid to even step out their door
Come on America! Clean up your damn act
And quit playing the damn racist card
We should focus on what's more important
Instead of leaving our poor nation scared
Imagine if you can that the officer was black
And that the thieving man had been white
Well I hate to say it but it happens everyday
Do you still think what your doing is "right"

Dani

Behind The Poem:

Think about what ur doing!!!

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The Damn Truth

DaniLady — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 15:42:40 +0000

Dani

Behind The Poem:

Think about what ur doing!!!

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A Quickening to Bliss

Robert Mckelvie — Thu, 04 Sep 2014 16:47:46 +0000

I was torn off the face of the earth and thrown into a pink sea.

An iridescent pearl poured light across a glassy green twisted plain harmoniously and free.

Suddenly, I was flushed and gushed away with many dismay's.

My world twirled into a boiling green and red hellish haze.

Squirming softly into disappearance as despair seeps and reaps without a single care for repair.

Blindly howling for something lost, left behind to blindly ponder and pray.

A Throne of Flesh, breaking down from decay, waiting for that special fey.

The air is thick, cold, and heavy my thirst grows exponentially unimpeachchably meaningless.

Yet, I grow ever more rigid, raw, and petrified perfectly hopeless.

All of reality became full of frailty; slowly I sank out of consciousness.

Emerging gloriously from a sunken cave I gazed upon velvet flower fields within a valley of serendipitous soft silver streams.

I followed the streams with all their fluidity for an eternity I slipped into the universes brilliant white beams and tore my dreams right out at there seams

Behind The Poem:

A dream I had.

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Ballade of Time

Axinia Davydova — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 16:43:14 +0000

All’ be gone, be gone forever,
Nothing will be back returned,
In this short life vain endeavor,
Moment blissful will be burned.

Rose will drop sweet-scented petal
If her blossom passed away,
Flame will lost its shining mettle,
Centuries will in ground lay.

Same fell silent sounds of horn,
Clatter of the fierce hooves,
And the ruins bitter mourn:
Guard the mortal granite roofs.

Shield of fate in halves was broken,
Cup of sorrow drunk to dregs,
Passed away, the olden talking,
And became the silent grave.

Silent stones and darkest night
Guarding restlessness alone,
Where from last and fatal fight
Never destined return home...

All’ be gone, be gone forever,
Nothing will be back returned,
In this short life vain endeavor,
Moment blissful will be burned.

And it’s loneness, and it’s sadness,
To remember, to forget,
Where's my whitemaned faithful charger?
Where did my life erstwhile spread?

From my head, where is the crown?
Where's my sword for doughty quest?
There’s no Kingdom, there’s no throne,
There’s no grave to lie in rest.

Shield of fate in halves was broken,
Cup of sorrow drunk to dregs,
Passed away, the olden talking
And became the silent grave.

Silent stones and darkest night
Guarding restlessness alone,
Where from last and fatal fight
Never destined return home...

All’ be gone, be gone forever,
Nothing will be back returned,
In this short life vain endeavor,
Moment blissful will be burned.

And it’s loneness, and it’s sadness,
To remember, to forget,
Where's my whitemaned faithful charger?
Where did my life erstwhile spread?

Here fell silent sounds of horn,
Here’s no courage at the face...
Only ruins of the Dome:
Guards the gray and granite base.

Here the prostrate lies banner,
That leet down dead man's hand
Under walls of ruined manor
In the ashes defunct land.

Silent stones and darkest night
Guarding restlessness alone,
Where from last and fatal fight
Never destined return home...

And it’s loneness, and it’s sadness,
And it’s nothing to be changed…
In this life so short and zealous
Moment back be not engaged.

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In unison with auld ballade

Axinia Davydova — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 15:47:00 +0000

Why dost Thou build the Dome in gleam,
The Son of winged and windy Days?
Dost Thou believe in false, in dream,
And wast in want Thou quiet place?

Thou lookest from donjon sadly now,
Not many years will pass away,
Becometh such tired Thine light brow,
In courtyard wind will be pray.

With poer new he will infly,
With mask of sorrow on the face,
Where wast Thou – will be just his cry,
He will erase abandoned trace.

We all are Knights, are all Pilgrims,
Of misted and mistaken Fate,
That lost the Truth in falsefull gleams,
With Heartes brave and Mindes great.

This world 's so madd and fool for us,
Call us the dear Tir inna n-Oc,
Where live the Ghostes of the past,
That all veritable, not mock.

Why dost Thou build the Dome in gleam,
The Son of winged and windy Days,
Dost Thou believe in false, in dream,
And wast in want Thou quite place?

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NWO

dying breed — Mon, 25 Aug 2014 03:39:01 +0000

This is a takeover, a New World Order,
One Voice with a Power Disorder.
And a powerless privacy compromise,
your right to speak freely also subsidized.
A sheer puppet with dependent issues to currency,
with plan for ceaseless conflict to result in more lend and bankruptcy.
Factitious diseases for population control,
religion used as a weapon for a civilized commonwealth goal.
A myriad of diversions to keep the mind of the simple occupied with a new hate,
while children in famine-stricken countries plea for a hot plate.

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New Future Of The Internet

Dorisanne — Thu, 21 Aug 2014 22:44:13 +0000

Cable cost are up too high
You turned to the internet and so have I

My Youtube channel is the way to go
Now I can even make video shows

I group the videos to make a show
To bring you the best of where I go

For kids the mower and stove videos
I also have vehicles and some scarecrows

Kids can watch from morn til night
with lots of things for a kids delight

Light houses, ship building, and horses too
Antique barn yards and tractor pulls just for you

Aviation, taxidermy, and crafty wood works
Viewwithme Youtube has all the quirks

The historical homes make a great tour
Contest and oxen pulls are never a bore

Animal friends, I haven’t forgotten you
I have horses, dogs, cows and sheep too

Plenty of petting pens and milking for you
And a simple click is all you have to do

A lot of shows with a mix for all
Like demolition derby or a stunt so tall

So if you dropped the cable and you have a need
I have three channels for you to see

By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme

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