Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Apr 2020 2:12am
14th Apr 2020 2:12am
f**k Knows (F.K.) - Insurrection
#anger
#hate
#lies
#frustration
#deception
729 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2020 10:31pm
3rd Apr 2020 10:31pm
About Charles
reading his work always puts me in a good mood
reminds me
of how simple words
can bear
complex meanings
how insignificant
ambitions
in the grand
yet not
scheme of things
mean nothing
the endless cycle
repeating
mistake after mistake
until the lesson
eradicates itself
making excuses
telling lies
self medicating
as though
vitality...
reminds me
of how simple words
can bear
complex meanings
how insignificant
ambitions
in the grand
yet not
scheme of things
mean nothing
the endless cycle
repeating
mistake after mistake
until the lesson
eradicates itself
making excuses
telling lies
self medicating
as though
vitality...
#sadness
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
#wisdom
439 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2020 5:25pm
29th Mar 2020 5:25pm
Man
Man was not meant to meddle with the laws of creation.
Curiosity has killed more than just cats since.
'Knowing one's place' went out of fashion real fast in the search for opportunity.
Renamed its own kind, enacted its own will, regretted its own actions, loved without loving.
The duality of its being raging through the muddy consciousness floating in a dimly lit abyss.
Unaware of the consequences of time, of Newton's laws, of Einstein's relativity, of magic in the unknown; the eternal struggle persists.
Pressure; building against the membranes of the...
Curiosity has killed more than just cats since.
'Knowing one's place' went out of fashion real fast in the search for opportunity.
Renamed its own kind, enacted its own will, regretted its own actions, loved without loving.
The duality of its being raging through the muddy consciousness floating in a dimly lit abyss.
Unaware of the consequences of time, of Newton's laws, of Einstein's relativity, of magic in the unknown; the eternal struggle persists.
Pressure; building against the membranes of the...
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#ignorance
#disappointment
#philosophical
592 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
12th May 2019 5:49am
12th May 2019 5:49am
Bloodstain
#oppression
#death
#TruthOfLife
#CallToAction
#despair
1117 reads
13 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2019 10:47pm
7th Jan 2019 10:47pm
The Unchecked
I sometimes wish I was like you.
Free and untethered to any conscience.
Void of external consequences.
Churning the internal maelstrom into my favour at will.
Scratching at the seams of a reality that everyone accepts but doesn’t realise.
Then I wouldn’t have the chance to feel so hopeless about it.
I wouldn’t trace my steps back into the past.
I wouldn’t be wearing the collar.
I wouldn’t be the one trapped in a cage probing the air outside it for clues or pleasures.
I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching the world fuck away the last of...
Free and untethered to any conscience.
Void of external consequences.
Churning the internal maelstrom into my favour at will.
Scratching at the seams of a reality that everyone accepts but doesn’t realise.
Then I wouldn’t have the chance to feel so hopeless about it.
I wouldn’t trace my steps back into the past.
I wouldn’t be wearing the collar.
I wouldn’t be the one trapped in a cage probing the air outside it for clues or pleasures.
I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching the world fuck away the last of...
#regret
#hate
#despair
#escape
#apathy
744 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jan 2019 10:36pm
7th Jan 2019 10:36pm
Soup Soup!
I was about to start this one with a judgment.
Then I realized I suck at holding back the cynicism.
I know I shouldn’t stir the pot,
but the steam rises and coalesces around the things that affect me the most.
Then I realized I suck at holding back the cynicism.
I know I shouldn’t stir the pot,
but the steam rises and coalesces around the things that affect me the most.
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#confusion
#emptiness
552 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2018 9:25am
7th May 2018 9:25am
Duality
I don't know what to believe in. I saw something when I was high. Learned a few things, too.
A lot of pain. All forms of it, all day. I completely snapped. Ended up crying right after.
Left my home then to smoke one when I couldn't calm down. Flung my phone, too.
Didn't break anything or myself. Just engulfed in pain.
Never thought being awakened would subject me to so much. So much of everything.
A lot of things came to light while I was high. A barrage of visions. Thoughts, questions, everything.
Questioning everything and nothing. How both...
A lot of pain. All forms of it, all day. I completely snapped. Ended up crying right after.
Left my home then to smoke one when I couldn't calm down. Flung my phone, too.
Didn't break anything or myself. Just engulfed in pain.
Never thought being awakened would subject me to so much. So much of everything.
A lot of things came to light while I was high. A barrage of visions. Thoughts, questions, everything.
Questioning everything and nothing. How both...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#frustration
#SelfReflection
678 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2018 9:42am
19th Mar 2018 9:42am
Make Room
I would rather just sit here and make space
than go to work and fill it up with clutter.
a mess of pins and needles, notes and nuances,
intellectual property rights and lawsuits,
sweet racks and tight backs, he's going off track.
what i'm talking about is up here.
you know, that big ball of shit you carry on your shoulders
the thing people say you ought to have,
or if you don't, grow one. beats me
the back orders are piling up. chaos has struck.
lunch at night, dinner in the morning,
breakfast is a timeless snack....
than go to work and fill it up with clutter.
a mess of pins and needles, notes and nuances,
intellectual property rights and lawsuits,
sweet racks and tight backs, he's going off track.
what i'm talking about is up here.
you know, that big ball of shit you carry on your shoulders
the thing people say you ought to have,
or if you don't, grow one. beats me
the back orders are piling up. chaos has struck.
lunch at night, dinner in the morning,
breakfast is a timeless snack....
#anxiety
#regret
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
#LifeStruggles #SelfReflection
638 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Mar 2018 7:03pm
4th Mar 2018 7:03pm
Hard Reality
I know exactly how my life will go without you.
I saw a cliff in one of my visions.
I stood on the edge with nothing left.
I dropped myself off. In the few seconds before I hit the ground I saw all the people that I think will be hurt by this act. But I had no will to live when I saw it so there wasn’t an abundance of regret. Just sadness, that I wasn’t good enough for them.
Felt a heartbeat before everything went black.
Felt like something you’d feel.
Like somehow you’d know if I died.
I saw a cliff in one of my visions.
I stood on the edge with nothing left.
I dropped myself off. In the few seconds before I hit the ground I saw all the people that I think will be hurt by this act. But I had no will to live when I saw it so there wasn’t an abundance of regret. Just sadness, that I wasn’t good enough for them.
Felt a heartbeat before everything went black.
Felt like something you’d feel.
Like somehow you’d know if I died.
#love
#depression
#death
#suicide
#violence
651 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2018 11:49am
25th Jan 2018 11:49am
Excuses
I am a string of excuses tied together by indolence.
Tugging at the appropriate ones at the nauseatingly right moments.
Clubbing all the tragedies and self proclaimed calamities into a knot for inspection at a later date, which never comes.
Headroom cluttered with pieces of problems I won’t solve.
I can’t not deny my inability to achieve failure.
An excuse for a truthful statement.
An excuse for life.
Tugging at the appropriate ones at the nauseatingly right moments.
Clubbing all the tragedies and self proclaimed calamities into a knot for inspection at a later date, which never comes.
Headroom cluttered with pieces of problems I won’t solve.
I can’t not deny my inability to achieve failure.
An excuse for a truthful statement.
An excuse for life.
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#FallingInLove
#dating
665 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2018 12:14pm
22nd Jan 2018 12:14pm
As expected
The levee didn’t break
The sky didn’t fall
The earth didn’t shake
Death didn’t call
Words wouldn’t bleed
Hope wouldn’t seed
Fear didn’t need
What despair couldn’t breed
The lazing left to rot
The pompous hot to trot
The fire and the pot
Brewed apathy and the lot
Run away as expected
The mirror has no feet
Bygone dreams uncollected
In limbo with self-deceit.
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Image - Francesca Woodman 1977 (https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/85851/self-deceit)
The sky didn’t fall
The earth didn’t shake
Death didn’t call
Words wouldn’t bleed
Hope wouldn’t seed
Fear didn’t need
What despair couldn’t breed
The lazing left to rot
The pompous hot to trot
The fire and the pot
Brewed apathy and the lot
Run away as expected
The mirror has no feet
Bygone dreams uncollected
In limbo with self-deceit.
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Image - Francesca Woodman 1977 (https://www.nationalgalleries.org/art-and-artists/85851/self-deceit)
#lies
575 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2017 7:48pm
10th Oct 2017 7:48pm
More than...
What you think is enough, it will never be.
I'm dumb in your care.
Breaking and reshaping.
Changing, but not.
Drained by your absence and swollen by your glow.
Resisting your nails yet craving your scars.
In me you'll be the sun of my perfect dawn, everyday.
And I'll burn and bleed like sinners unworthy to bask in your enamouring light.
Till you've scorched away this decaying shell of a man I've become
And reveal to me my perfect self in this imperfection that loves you.
My own.
My precious soul.
My life.
My death.
You are...
I'm dumb in your care.
Breaking and reshaping.
Changing, but not.
Drained by your absence and swollen by your glow.
Resisting your nails yet craving your scars.
In me you'll be the sun of my perfect dawn, everyday.
And I'll burn and bleed like sinners unworthy to bask in your enamouring light.
Till you've scorched away this decaying shell of a man I've become
And reveal to me my perfect self in this imperfection that loves you.
My own.
My precious soul.
My life.
My death.
You are...
#FallingInLove
763 reads
4 Comments
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