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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 30th, 2008 at 03:34pm
My poems are a little ... unorthodox.
Most of them don't fit a particular mold; they're not stylistic or fluid. They don't have rhythm and they don't have rhyme.
What they do have is passion.
These "poems" are what I'm feeling.
Right now.
This instant.
I hardly edit these. Most of these poems are the words taken right out of my own head.
Ramblings of a teenager, posted for the world to see.
... enjoy <33
--- Table of Contents ---
---Drowning
---i am drowning
---alone
---Oops.
---Strong Enough
---What Would We Be Without
---Forever Starving
---Moonlight Serenade; A Love Song For The Lonely Hearts
---addicted.
---broken clocks & twisted thoughts
++comments & critique are welcome and appreciated on all poems++
++all poems were written by stay.awakexx and it would be greatly appreciated if you didn't claim this work as your own. thanks much!++ |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:06am --- Drowning ---
Some people think crying is a sign of weakness
but I think it is the people who
won't cry
who are the weak ones.
Crying is a healthy way to get rid of all that pent up
sadness
anger
happiness, even, but on rare occassions.
Someone who isn't afraid to cry
knows they won't drown in their tears.
I think it's the person who sits there
suffering in silence
who is the weaker of the two.
They know that if they let that first tear fall
... they may never stop.
They'll lose control,
drowning in their own wave of
anger
fear
or pain.
Let it out
Don't be afraid
You'll be okay
I promise |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:06am --- i am drowning ---
i am drowning
as the water closes over me
my body becomes immobile
a weightless thing
powerless against the wave
floating on a sea of sorrow
i am dying
the water
so clear and blue
still stings my eyes
and as it claws at my face
in my ears
down my throat
im slowly falling apart
i am falling apart
they watch me
but dont speak
dont move
i hear them laugh
as they hear me choke
a fire shines in their eyes
as tears fall from mine
i am drowning
i am dying
i am falling apart
and as my body
writhing
wilts away and dies
my soul watches them
all
walk
away |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:07am --- alone ---
bones are aching
fingers shaking
i am alone
head is spinning
pain is winning
i am so alone
tears are falling
night is calling
i am still alone
pulse is pounding in my neck
cant make myself take one more breath
nothings wrong
but nothings right
and i am so alone
...tonight |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:07am --- Oops. ---
Slide this razor 'cross my skin
You know us girls, we do this all the time
No big deal
One quick slip
A little sting
And suddenly the shower floor
Is crimson red
Before I know what has happened
Oops!
Jump out fast
Rinse it off
A little Band-Aid
Stops the flow
All is well.
.:.:.:.:.
Slide this razor 'cross my [wrist]
You know [girls like me], we do this all the time
No [one ever knows]
One [slow motion]
[I don't feel the pain]
And suddenly [my arm]
Is crimson red
[Only] I know what has [really] happened
["Oops".]
[No big hurry]
[Make the cut again]
[No one notices]
[The scars I bear]
All is [not] well. |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:07am --- Strong Enough ---
Sometimes, when life is tough, it feels good to just run.
You don't feel the pain, not right then. You're too caught up in the feeling of the wind ripping across your face, and your heart beating too hard in your chest.
And the whole time you're running, you're telling yourself, "I am strong enough."
But in your soul you know you're only running
Because you know that you are not
Strong Enough.
And when you reach the end of that road, emotionally and physically exhausted
You fall
You collapse in a broken heap of vain attempts at freedom
And as you lie there in the dust, trembling, you know you've been beaten
And you whisper, defeated,
"Just take me."
And He does.
He takes you in His arms and holds you tight.
And for a moment, His strength becomes yours.
So you open your eyes.
You rise to your feet.
You dust yourself off.
You take that first step.
And you stand.
Because you are
Strong Enough. |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:08am --- What Would We Be Without ---
Hope
is such a strange emotion.
It lifts us up
tears us down.
But in the end
what would we be without
Hope
after all
is the foundation for all that we
Know
Think
Believe.
Without Hope
there is no reason for
anything. |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:08am --- Forever Starving ---
A couple hundred bodies
Piled up before the stage
Radiating fumes of heat and anticipation
Every inch of you is pressed against another
Sweating, screaming
Clambering to stay afloat
In such troubled waters
We were once hungry
And introduced to the same meal
We quickly learned to favor such a treat
But shortly after it was not so much a hunger
And more of an addiction
And now, here we stand
Edgy and uneasy
Suffering withdrawls
The wait is much too long and we wonder
How much more of this tease we can withstand
Finally the lights go down
And a roar erupts from our cracked lips
Our eyes are wide and shifty
We're starving, oh so starving
And we've been kept waiting much too long
We've been allowed a sip of the wine
And now we won't stop
Until we've drank our fill
We drown ourselves in melodies
As our heroes take their stand
And give us what we've all been screaming for
In a panic to ease our suffering
We all rush forward, struggling
To get as close as possible to our cure
We dance and jump and scream
And as our bodies move in unison
We all enjoy our chance to get a fix
The lyrics sooth our aching throats
And the harmonies and beats
Fulfill our crippling hunger
A few hours pass in a few seconds, it seems
And our heroes say their last goodbyes
With their final words, they take our drug away
They clear our plates and end our feast too early
We leave this place satisfied, but still somehow not content
We are forever starving
Forever looking for a fix
Now and always, we will beg for more |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | July 31st, 2008 at 04:08am --- Midnight Serenade; A Love Song For The Lonely Hearts ---
A coyote's song breaks through the jet black night
Its moroseful cry mimics the shaky beating of my lonely heart
I look at the stars, blazing white-hot against an inky dark
And wish my eyes could somehow reflect the same brilliant glow
My stomach turns and I wonder if I may have fallen ill
Before I realize it is your memory alone that makes me feel this way
Close my eyes, count to ten, wait for the butterflies to find their peace
Open them again, exhale slowly, regain composure
And try to chose the lesser of two evils -
Live again, breath again, every day, without you
Or die slowly with your image forever in my mind |
Colorado Sunrise.
Salute You in Your Grave
Age: -
Gender: -
Posts: 3943 | July 31st, 2008 at 10:12pm is this a story?
i don't seem to know, but all the chapters or....whatever..are really good! |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | August 1st, 2008 at 03:49am It's not a "story", per se ... just a collection of my random, ramble-y poems :p
Glad you liked them though! lol |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | August 7th, 2008 at 09:51pm --- addicted. ---
Shaking.
Shaking?!
Why am I shaking?!
Why the fuck am I shaking?!
Missing.
Something's missing.
My entire being begs for something.
Something given to me, and then taken away.
Withdrawls.
Withdrawls!
I'm having withdrawls!
But it's not a drug;
Not a pill or a poison.
I'm an addict.
Addicted to ...
... you. |
Lie To Me
Fabulous Killjoy
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 163 | August 8th, 2008 at 07:22am your poem things rock
xxx |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | August 11th, 2008 at 12:27am ^ Thanks  |
I.wish.i.wer.a.ghost
Motor Baby
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 940 | August 12th, 2008 at 08:37pm wow, i really like these =]
and i like your style, like what you saidf in your intro =] |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | August 13th, 2008 at 03:30pm ^ Glad you liked them! =D
Ya, my style is kinda random lol. My poems kinda just ... happen.
Like I "wrote" i am drowning at school, in my head, as I was walking in the halls in between classes  lol |
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | August 24th, 2008 at 02:28am --- broken clocks & twisted thoughts ---
it's nights like tonight that make me pray for it all to stop.
let time freeze and infinity become ... finite.
let my heart stop racing and my head stop pounding.
... or is it the other way around?
allow my tortured, captive soul to break free, escape.
watch it soar to the heavens, only to come crashing back to earth.
maybe hell will open up and take me in as i writhe on the floor.
even hell would be easier than this.
yes, it's nights like tonight that make me wish it were over.
... but is that really what i want? ...
maybe nights like tonight make me wish it had never begun.
that i'd lived one definite lifetime without knowing anything else.
... anything better.
that i'd kept walking blindfolded through those crowded streets.
what if you'd never uncovered my eyes?
would i still be standing here in the middle of the road,
blinded by the glare of a thousand headlights, tail lights, street lamps?
but in this haze one light shines above the rest;
your light outshines them all.
oh, it's nights like tonight ...
that make me smile back on all that i've survived.
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Shotgun Sinner
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 9913 | September 7th, 2008 at 02:57pm --- all i ask of you ---
my heart needs to tell you something
but my head can't seem to find the words
... i guess all i can say is this;;
you hold my heart in your hands now
so please, baby, do the right thing
find whats left of my broken facade
let my soul rest in its ivory cage
fold my two halves, stitch me up, take me home
feel the life course through me again. |
