Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2017 7:32pm
10th Oct 2017 7:32pm
She doesn't want me to wish her
It’s not because I don’t miss her…
I’m a jerk when I’m pissed. I lie to everyone but she knows that.
It was crazy enough for me to open up, let alone have someone feel the same pain I felt. Literally.
Pain, you’d never let that ‘someone’ even know about because your heart would fall out of your chest before words from your mouth.
Unbearably so, pushing away is the easiest thing to do.
She would know.
Days, like toxic clouds, drift slow and listless in her absence.
Decaying the world your mind built to make reality a little more tolerable. ...
I’m a jerk when I’m pissed. I lie to everyone but she knows that.
It was crazy enough for me to open up, let alone have someone feel the same pain I felt. Literally.
Pain, you’d never let that ‘someone’ even know about because your heart would fall out of your chest before words from your mouth.
Unbearably so, pushing away is the easiest thing to do.
She would know.
Days, like toxic clouds, drift slow and listless in her absence.
Decaying the world your mind built to make reality a little more tolerable. ...
#lust
#girlfriend
#relationships #conflict
#relationships #conflict
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2017 8:20pm
2nd Oct 2017 8:20pm
Indolent
Waking up when the sun grows weary
Rays, wide and scanty, thin and lanky.
Screaming death, the day slips away
Unable to retort, my breakfast doth decay.
Example number 1, not so convincing.
Could happen to anyone, could be anything.
The legs laze to move, stretching slow and shaky
The vigourless mind grinds to a halt, indecisive and flaky.
Muscle fibers well oiled, physical strength inbred.
Can’t lift my lethargic ass, to take a piss, off this bed.
She… They… It… all lie in wait.
That… Those… This… can forgive my mental...
Rays, wide and scanty, thin and lanky.
Screaming death, the day slips away
Unable to retort, my breakfast doth decay.
Example number 1, not so convincing.
Could happen to anyone, could be anything.
The legs laze to move, stretching slow and shaky
The vigourless mind grinds to a halt, indecisive and flaky.
Muscle fibers well oiled, physical strength inbred.
Can’t lift my lethargic ass, to take a piss, off this bed.
She… They… It… all lie in wait.
That… Those… This… can forgive my mental...
#depression
#dark
#death
#SelfHarm
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2017 8:44am
31st May 2017 8:44am
Bad Poetry
I’m going to have to accept that I will lose everything I cherish
At least, what I can’t save with my own strength and will
This is how I am reduced to myself
Reminding me of the insignificance of my desires
Of what I call ‘valuable’
But there’s nothing more valuable than ‘you’
This is why I don’t account for the little things
Because they all eventually leave you
And you’re left piercing yourself hollow with guilt and pain
When you could have always been aware of the fact that all joy is fleeting
But you chose to take it to heart and believe...
At least, what I can’t save with my own strength and will
This is how I am reduced to myself
Reminding me of the insignificance of my desires
Of what I call ‘valuable’
But there’s nothing more valuable than ‘you’
This is why I don’t account for the little things
Because they all eventually leave you
And you’re left piercing yourself hollow with guilt and pain
When you could have always been aware of the fact that all joy is fleeting
But you chose to take it to heart and believe...
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6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2017 8:43am
31st May 2017 8:43am
RItuals of Failure
First, you must do what you want.
Then, do nothing.
Amidst the nothingness wish to do more.
Till nothing happens.
Afters, plot your mistakes and trace your ruin.
Ponder and wish to be pondered upon by others who you imagine ponder about themselves.
Save time and lose it forever.
Plan your downfall so you can feign your uprise or was it the other way around?
Make haste and waste incredibly.
As though you are the end of all things… or just a few… or just you.
Be certainly unsure about how sure you are all the...
Then, do nothing.
Amidst the nothingness wish to do more.
Till nothing happens.
Afters, plot your mistakes and trace your ruin.
Ponder and wish to be pondered upon by others who you imagine ponder about themselves.
Save time and lose it forever.
Plan your downfall so you can feign your uprise or was it the other way around?
Make haste and waste incredibly.
As though you are the end of all things… or just a few… or just you.
Be certainly unsure about how sure you are all the...
868 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2017 00:02am
2nd Apr 2017 00:02am
The Bitter Half
Stick the blade right in here
Between my ribs, let it slip
Into the painful recess
Slowly building against my heavy breath
Turn it in place and tear open
Let the hate bleed out and release
This seething tension ravaging my core,
The ravenous blood racing to my head
Calm the thumping in my mind
Silence the drum in my chest
Steal my words forever
Chasing peace, or what’s left.
Scarlet, streaks aimless and bold
The reasons are mine and mine alone
How I wish to be truly free!
The sooner I...
Between my ribs, let it slip
Into the painful recess
Slowly building against my heavy breath
Turn it in place and tear open
Let the hate bleed out and release
This seething tension ravaging my core,
The ravenous blood racing to my head
Calm the thumping in my mind
Silence the drum in my chest
Steal my words forever
Chasing peace, or what’s left.
Scarlet, streaks aimless and bold
The reasons are mine and mine alone
How I wish to be truly free!
The sooner I...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 10:29am
21st Sep 2016 10:29am
Heartless
Was I to feel nothing when it happened(?/.)
A strong sense of justice is something to laugh at.
Call it instinct.
Call it being dead, if perspective matters.
Whatever you call it, it’s just another distraction from the idle pot brewing in your head.
A source of entertainment. A gateway thought, to more thoughts.
Not to forget the cold and clammy skin tugging at your (in)humanity.
However you’d prefer to describe it.
If I can sleep on anything, I’d like to on myself.
Can’t let contemplation slip past that barless prison, no. ...
A strong sense of justice is something to laugh at.
Call it instinct.
Call it being dead, if perspective matters.
Whatever you call it, it’s just another distraction from the idle pot brewing in your head.
A source of entertainment. A gateway thought, to more thoughts.
Not to forget the cold and clammy skin tugging at your (in)humanity.
However you’d prefer to describe it.
If I can sleep on anything, I’d like to on myself.
Can’t let contemplation slip past that barless prison, no. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2016 9:38am
2nd Sep 2016 9:38am
Hiatus
My arms are jagged whips; a rending embrace.
I kiss warm profanities on cold cheeks.
My yearning is discomfort; fueling malaise.
The bluest skies remind me of pain.
My words are poison; do not heed.
I want to think I’m blindly vain.
It would be simpler; Indeed.
This is an unnecessarily essential need.
I kiss warm profanities on cold cheeks.
My yearning is discomfort; fueling malaise.
The bluest skies remind me of pain.
My words are poison; do not heed.
I want to think I’m blindly vain.
It would be simpler; Indeed.
This is an unnecessarily essential need.
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2016 9:37am
2nd Sep 2016 9:37am
If I made you wait, would you?
I will never see myself becoming the man you hoped I would be.
I found the torn pieces of my ego in the trash last night.
As I sat to stitch it back together I heard you crying.
I tore it up again and locked myself out.
I couldn’t hear you anymore.
I don’t know if I’m right for this.
I forgot to unpack my emotions today.
I wasn’t yours when I returned, nor was anyone mine.
I haven’t heard you say my name in months.
I was overconfident.
I lose everything I desire.
I meant to tell you I love you.
I was incapable of repairing my kindness,...
I found the torn pieces of my ego in the trash last night.
As I sat to stitch it back together I heard you crying.
I tore it up again and locked myself out.
I couldn’t hear you anymore.
I don’t know if I’m right for this.
I forgot to unpack my emotions today.
I wasn’t yours when I returned, nor was anyone mine.
I haven’t heard you say my name in months.
I was overconfident.
I lose everything I desire.
I meant to tell you I love you.
I was incapable of repairing my kindness,...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 7:57am
31st Aug 2016 7:57am
there was nothing.
I threw tantrums when I was a man.
I made petty what others made big. Big is small.
I stroke my luck and drove love. Can’t take your foot off that pedal.
I thought from a different position
my perspective might have changed.
I was an egomaniac in my adolescence.
I took things to heart and gave mine away. Carelessly for fidelity’s sake.
It made me rust. Had me hating.
Waiting.
In my teens I had promise and belligerently wide eyes.
A numskull with a tiny secret, perhaps. Lust and glory.
Mostly, glory.
I hadn’t...
I made petty what others made big. Big is small.
I stroke my luck and drove love. Can’t take your foot off that pedal.
I thought from a different position
my perspective might have changed.
I was an egomaniac in my adolescence.
I took things to heart and gave mine away. Carelessly for fidelity’s sake.
It made me rust. Had me hating.
Waiting.
In my teens I had promise and belligerently wide eyes.
A numskull with a tiny secret, perhaps. Lust and glory.
Mostly, glory.
I hadn’t...
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st Aug 2016 7:55am
31st Aug 2016 7:55am
Best Friend
The devil’s ruse
Call it a favour, you don’t get to choose.
Such a pity.
Someone to cry with - to cry for.
Someone to die with - to die for.
Someone to lie with - to lie for.
And lie they will.
On their whims, how swiftly we fold and flay.
On their tunes a heart soothes its dismay.
How they ruin and repair, entrust and ensnare, break in despair.
If love was shameless and butt naked in the streets, a best friend would gladly, alongside it, indifferently streak.
The kind of friend that’s hard to find, one that devours the heart and...
Call it a favour, you don’t get to choose.
Such a pity.
Someone to cry with - to cry for.
Someone to die with - to die for.
Someone to lie with - to lie for.
And lie they will.
On their whims, how swiftly we fold and flay.
On their tunes a heart soothes its dismay.
How they ruin and repair, entrust and ensnare, break in despair.
If love was shameless and butt naked in the streets, a best friend would gladly, alongside it, indifferently streak.
The kind of friend that’s hard to find, one that devours the heart and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 9:10pm
26th Aug 2016 9:10pm
Change
Forget that it means anything
callous hearts make callous lives
the afternoon’s light frittered ever so slightly
the breeze froze its march — then, resumed
now, the probing palms have ceased — languid cognizance
reeling from the unsettling cognition — crumbling
no surprise, another cycle catching up to what’s begun
with no restraints to hold them back
problems are pillows to cradle heavy heads
insinuating drama and despair; explode and fold again
subtle hints of tragedy and loss, lacking the lost
lemons go bad, nothing lasts.
And when it...
callous hearts make callous lives
the afternoon’s light frittered ever so slightly
the breeze froze its march — then, resumed
now, the probing palms have ceased — languid cognizance
reeling from the unsettling cognition — crumbling
no surprise, another cycle catching up to what’s begun
with no restraints to hold them back
problems are pillows to cradle heavy heads
insinuating drama and despair; explode and fold again
subtle hints of tragedy and loss, lacking the lost
lemons go bad, nothing lasts.
And when it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2016 9:08pm
26th Aug 2016 9:08pm
A Delicacy Upon The Tongue Of Madness
Two halves of the sky collide
Black horror on a white bride
Crimson carriers play — you flout
The ground spits the ranking out
No time to decay to brown
Insipid seals of dignity frown
Forfeiting futures of perplexed states
Forever translating in eternal wait
Mad reflections fear the mirrors
Unhealthy appetites for textbook sinners
Adrift in thought, tethered to strings
The fleeting joy profanity brings
Doubtless, slivers scathe innocent lust
Melodramatic reasons bloom from your bust
Time passes judgement — stay your mind...
Black horror on a white bride
Crimson carriers play — you flout
The ground spits the ranking out
No time to decay to brown
Insipid seals of dignity frown
Forfeiting futures of perplexed states
Forever translating in eternal wait
Mad reflections fear the mirrors
Unhealthy appetites for textbook sinners
Adrift in thought, tethered to strings
The fleeting joy profanity brings
Doubtless, slivers scathe innocent lust
Melodramatic reasons bloom from your bust
Time passes judgement — stay your mind...
669 reads
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