Submissions by 13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
its all a fluke... or just insanity.
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
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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
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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
685 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
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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
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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
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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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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...
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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...
1045 reads
2 Comments
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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2 Comments
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