Kristin's Poetry

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immaturerainbow
Poem One:

The time is near.


The time is near, I can feel it.
But how do I go out?
With style? With passion?
Out with a -
BANG!

The bitter crismon tears of the long lost memories.
That childhood pain that continues to haunt me.
The crimson tears for that lost child.
For the girl bullied at work, or for her weight.
For the peircing cold and pain of the metal spatula to her back.
Or just watching her mother's throat next to that pair of scissors.
Haunting...

How to go out?
This is the part I was waiting for.
I could do any of this.
Just sit down, relax, and put that barrel of the gun to my head?
Overdose on pills.
Use that pretty studded belt for a better purpouse than supporting my pants?
Or maybe go down the street rather than across..


The choice is mine.
The choice is near.

immaturerainbow
Her hands slide up the broadness of his chest.
His lips meet the arch of her neck.
Soft moans can be heard with each time their bodies collide.
Fireworks are made, but only visible to their eyes.

She arches her back, and stairs down at him.
Rocking with the ocean, back and fowarth.
x-x-x-x-x

Ehhh, it isn't finished. I don't know exactly HOW I feel about it.

-___-;;

Bardock42
Why are the tears crimson? Tear duct infection?

immaturerainbow
Crimsons tears were used to describe the bleeding cuts.

It's a terrible poem. I regret posting that one.

Bardock42
It's okay. You should check out my poems, they are epic. Maybe they'll help you improve:

http://www.killermovies.com/forums/f83/t489470.html

immaturerainbow
I'm more of a novel writer, to be honest. That's my strong point.

immaturerainbow
Friends

Small loves that fade in time.
Simple illusions that stab your back with a knife.
Scabs that pick and flake, and disapear until there is nothing but a scar.
Friends do no exist.

Bardock42
That wasn't that bad.

immaturerainbow
Thank you, sir.

Thoren
Thoren approves. herbsmile




But seriously, good poems. 131

immaturerainbow
Thank you. <3

immaturerainbow
Controlling, it doesn't seem to stop. What once was a heart pounding relationship has become something less. You touch my face - I turn away. Our eyes meet, hold, but I feel nothing. A long lost love, that seems to be fading. I beg of you my sweet love...hold me in your arms and tell me once again that you love me. Win my love back by colliding our lips. The coldness of the metal, of your liprings seem like heaven, and hell. Your lips are of fire, poison, and the most addictive drug._

immaturerainbow

immaturerainbow
She is losing this fight...with this disease.
She is losing her life... she forgot how to breathe.
She want's to be perfect...so she is wasting away.
So on her death bed...she can only prey.

immaturerainbow
The child stares at the scissors at her mothers throat. She is terrified, She is...
The child's beatings sting, but the verbal beatings stings worst. She is hurting, She is...
She is just a child, but she already bares scars...She is breaking, She is...
She just want's her step Daddy to love her...

She tries to pick up the peices, but she drops them into a pit of sorrow...She is losing herself, She is..
Daddy's best friend cornered her and took advantage of her. She is impure, She is...
Again the child is broken, She is...

Scared
Dying
Breaking
Impure..
Slowly, losing herself.

immaturerainbow
Thankful for the visible light that guides me further away from darkness, but fearful of emaciated version of me pulling me back into my former self.
The two lives I have to choose are wrapping around me burying their thorns deep into my flesh.
To choose family and loved ones or to choose to wither away yet again until I am six feet under.
Ana is whispering into my ear such sweet things, that she'll always be there, that she knows what I need to be happy.
I should know better...
I should know better..

immaturerainbow
Memories of the coldest winters.
Fresh cuts on my wrists, bones pressing against my skin.
Stories and poems to discuss my latest sin.
Perfection, darkness, my obsession with thin.
I was truly satisfied with the evil bind I was in.
So new to this world, so colleen.
Learning the evils of this world at the age of fourteen.
Perhaps I too am guilty, for being obsessed with this age.
Of my former self who was hurt, and filled with rage.

immaturerainbow
Destined To Fail.

In a perfect world, I'd only dream that I'd mean the world to you.
Or that I wouldn't linger as Her shadow.
A life without living up to Her standards, or a simple moment where I am an individual.
I am not Her, I will never be Her.
You are dragging me backwards into a memory that you cannot let go of.
I am now stuck in that time.
Am I loved as an individual or loved as a reminder?
Or possibly a regret...
I only take the love I can, and hope to not feel like Her shadow.
The shadow of your first love.

immaturerainbow
We've created life.
Oh we've created life, what a wonderful joy.
But he is fragile and easily breakable, not just a toy.
I'll be your loving mother, so loving and dear.
And avoid that other personality that lies so near.
Don't mind her, she's not the real me.
Not the person I truly am or want to be.
Your mother truly does have a real name.
It's Kristin, not Ana in this hard to solve game.

XvampbenjiiX666
Nice collection of writes.

immaturerainbow
Thanks so much. smile I post a lot of them on a site called AllPoetry. smile My username is KrissyPoison.

immaturerainbow
Lie to your mirror.

Lie to your mirror, tell her that she's beautiful.
Lie to your mirror, and tell her that she is a good person.
Lie to your mirror, and tell her she will never starve again.
Lie to your mirror, and tell her that all of the drugs are gone.
Let all of those lies consume you, and so when your reflection stares back at you, it's your lies and not yourself.

immaturerainbow
WINTER RELEASE


Winter, where everything is crystallized in ice.

The sound of the further is so much closer.

Where it's so easy to become as cold as the weather itself.

And here I am, lying here waiting for the winter to whisk me away.

Take away my breath Winter, take me far from here.

So I can once again see ever so clear.

Please take me away this year, Winter...where I can finally be at peace.

immaturerainbow
No Escaping This Fate.
I often feel like there is no escaping this fate, no running away.
Nothing to hold me close, and keep the voices at bay.
Nothing to soothe the worry, or lessen the pain.
To assure me that this is all in my head, all in my brain.
I paint the picture in my head, nothing but bone.
But there's nothing to assure me, that I am not alone.
Not a single passing thought to let in the light.
Nothing to turn my head, to a much better site...

|King Joker|
Originally posted by immaturerainbow
No Escaping This Fate.
I often feel like there is no escaping this fate, no running away.
Nothing to hold me close, and keep the voices at bay.
Nothing to soothe the worry, or lessen the pain.
To assure me that this is all in my head, all in my brain.
I paint the picture in my head, nothing but bone.
But there's nothing to assure me, that I am not alone.
Not a single passing thought to let in the light.
Nothing to turn my head, to a much better site... This is my favorite. Nice work! smile

immaturerainbow
Thank you so much! smile

Jmanghan
Originally posted by immaturerainbow
No Escaping This Fate.
I often feel like there is no escaping this fate, no running away.
Nothing to hold me close, and keep the voices at bay.
Nothing to soothe the worry, or lessen the pain.
To assure me that this is all in my head, all in my brain.
I paint the picture in my head, nothing but bone.
But there's nothing to assure me, that I am not alone.
Not a single passing thought to let in the light.
Nothing to turn my head, to a much better site...

I really enjoyed this, a bit dark, but then again so are most poems.

immaturerainbow
Originally posted by Jmanghan
I really enjoyed this, a bit dark, but then again so are most poems.

Thank you so much! I post a lot of my struggles on AllPoetry! You can find my name under KrissyPoison, if you'd like to read more.

immaturerainbow
If this is a Game, I don't want to play anymore.
"Lovely lovely lovely." The females giggle, as they hold hands and walk closer to their graves.
This is fun, this is our game.
We are both sick, right? Both sharing the same illness.
But now you are drifting away, into this light of recovery.
I have been left alone, and now I see the true color of my illness -- Black.
It's cold and dark, I don't want to do this anymore.
I can't stop....
You receive less attention and suddenly you are back, taking me by the arm.
"Let's play again." You say, through a manipulative giggle.
I don't want to, I don't want to play anymore!
This isn't fun! This is a game of Russian Roulette until one of our hearts fail.
I know it will be mine, for my world is gray and your world is still full of color.
I avoid playing the game with you, yet no matter what I do....my mind is still playing the game.
The grave is getting closer, who will race to the finish line first?
Our deadly game of Ana...

immaturerainbow
Delicate Abomination


Luscious red pointed fingertips.
I'll taste the innocence against your lips.
I can't stop laughing, I couldn't hide my smirk.
To think you actually think you have any worth.
I wish I could tell you that I'm sorry, or that I wouldn't be right to claim...
That you are a part of the experiment to my all time ****ed up game.
Sinking these fingertips deep into your heart...
Don't be silly boy, I'll break you the-****-apart.
And hold your bleeding arteries well within my hand.
Whisper everything I want you to do, you are now at my command.
Can't you see already? Of what an abomination I am?
Suited up in makeup, all faked up in glam.

Quincy
I dig the faked up in glam line

immaturerainbow
Desolation
I'm stuck in this nightmare, one that cannot be escaped.
Chasing down these pills with alcohol to numb out the feelings of regret or fear.
My mind is so clear, plan so perfectly designed.
I'm waiting for happiness, waiting for hope.
But nothing comes, nothing seems to ease this mind that's trapped in an eternal state of darkness.

Figurines of vibrant orange, demon's clawing at me, twisting my mind with thoughts of suicide.
Random strangers approaching me and asking me if I'm alright.
Hah! Yeah, I'm okay.
Perfectly ****ing okay.
I'm not okay.
And nothing bares more weight on my conscious than knowing I have to stay a minute longer on this ****ing planet.
They laugh at my jokes of suicide, they think it's all a ****ing game.
They don't know that I'm screaming. They don't know that I'm dropping hints.
I'm a body morphed together with hate, hate of this world and the filthy ****ing thing we call humanity.
I loathe existence. I loathe faith. I loathe god.
I loathe the idea that I'm stuck with even the slightest fear of death.
So I wait for this day to come quicker, where I'll chase down these pills and fall asleep.
Fall asleep on these tracks and wait for my train of demise to take me into the endless sleep of nonexistence.
If one word sticks out to me more it's desolation.
The state of complete emptiness and destruction.

immaturerainbow
Suicide Plague
Suicidal thoughts come like a plague, it infiltrates your mind until there is nothing left.
It cuts off the circulation to all happy thoughts, leaving you in a state of emptiness.
Once you've felt you've escaped it, it comes peeking back around the corner and charges at you will full force.
You are never free of your plagued mind.
Until the stay you go against all instinct and welcome death.

BruceSkywalker
nice poem

immaturerainbow

immaturerainbow
Train Tracks
Take a line of these white pills as I start to feel nothing.
Text them a final time to apologize for being a failure.
With less than three months left, I can feel the eagerness of leaving everyone behind for peace.
Peace of mind, peace of soul...clarity.
I chase death like a drug addict would chase a high.
Constantly research of the mortality rate of each type.
I shut out my feelings of love for others, I don't deserve them, they are better off without me.
Everyone is better off without me.
I like to think of everyone's reactions when the act it done, would they cry, would they blame themselves?
No one cares until it's too late.
And this time, it's much too late.

immaturerainbow
Follow suit
I'm following suit with my plans for May.
There's no point in finding a different way.
The items are still hidden, ready to be taken out.
The note for my motivation and what it's all about
So keep calling the centers keep trying to keep me alive,
Haha you can only do so much, I'm meant to die!
You cannot save me, I died long ago.
So im putting on these shades, let's get ready for the show.

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