Submissions by AIJoe (Aondokator)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Started writing poems quite late Sometimes staying up late and my thoughts relay On paper, an ink and paper, my companions Words reverberating in my head, my ardent minions.
DARK POEM
Published
20th Mar 2015 11:48am
20th Mar 2015 11:48am
dream killa
Truth, that is one thing that can’t be found in you
You make people believe in the lies of the feelings they are going through
Depression sets in; it kills their vibe
Subjecting them into psychological, emotional strife
You keep’em locked in it
They don’t know what to do they are so confused but can’t get out of it
This is the game you have been playing and you are still in love with it
Inflicting them with pain
But tell me at the end of it all what is it you’re gonna gain?
You are a nightmare dressed like a daydream
You don’t know what true beauty...
You make people believe in the lies of the feelings they are going through
Depression sets in; it kills their vibe
Subjecting them into psychological, emotional strife
You keep’em locked in it
They don’t know what to do they are so confused but can’t get out of it
This is the game you have been playing and you are still in love with it
Inflicting them with pain
But tell me at the end of it all what is it you’re gonna gain?
You are a nightmare dressed like a daydream
You don’t know what true beauty...
754 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 7:47pm
27th Jan 2015 7:47pm
Lost Love
I feel the pain in my bones
This is the real me, not my clone
I wish this can be undone
My choices have made me this man I've become
Can't shoot my focus within range
Guess I'm mentally deranged
This feeling can't change
Feels like I'm going insane
Never did I hold her close
Never did I give her a rose
Now my emptiness flows
Into the ocean of my lonely abode
Twas my bad to let her go
She was the only one that was in the know
Of ways to turn me away from my wrongs
Can't be with her anymore, she's long...
This is the real me, not my clone
I wish this can be undone
My choices have made me this man I've become
Can't shoot my focus within range
Guess I'm mentally deranged
This feeling can't change
Feels like I'm going insane
Never did I hold her close
Never did I give her a rose
Now my emptiness flows
Into the ocean of my lonely abode
Twas my bad to let her go
She was the only one that was in the know
Of ways to turn me away from my wrongs
Can't be with her anymore, she's long...
767 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2015 10:52pm
20th Jan 2015 10:52pm
Misfit
So many things come to my head
When I think of the path that I've treaded
I have forgotten the taste of the Daily Bread
Guess the path I chose was meant for the misled
I was misled
Stuck with those drunken dudes
I was
Lived life in the hood
I did
Brawled like those hood goons
I did
Now they call me a dude with awful attitudes
Never had the chance to please multitudes
With my gifts, could never reproduce
What was in my mind
All I could think of was crime
And mischievous ways to earn dimes
Clubbed and sipped on...
When I think of the path that I've treaded
I have forgotten the taste of the Daily Bread
Guess the path I chose was meant for the misled
I was misled
Stuck with those drunken dudes
I was
Lived life in the hood
I did
Brawled like those hood goons
I did
Now they call me a dude with awful attitudes
Never had the chance to please multitudes
With my gifts, could never reproduce
What was in my mind
All I could think of was crime
And mischievous ways to earn dimes
Clubbed and sipped on...
764 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2015 2:07am
17th Jan 2015 2:07am
I Wish...
I wish things could be different
When I look at the man in the mirror
I wish I could change
And stop making this crazy mistakes like I'm going insane
I wish I could be better
Put my thoughts on paper and hit past the pass-mark
I wish I could be able to motivate myself
To do those things I've wanted to do for years
I wish I picked up my pen then
Start writing and by this time would have been prolific
I wish I picked up that pencil
And make some comics like I wanted to do in the Marvel way
I wish I could play the box guitar
Play me some...
When I look at the man in the mirror
I wish I could change
And stop making this crazy mistakes like I'm going insane
I wish I could be better
Put my thoughts on paper and hit past the pass-mark
I wish I could be able to motivate myself
To do those things I've wanted to do for years
I wish I picked up my pen then
Start writing and by this time would have been prolific
I wish I picked up that pencil
And make some comics like I wanted to do in the Marvel way
I wish I could play the box guitar
Play me some...
714 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2015 5:06pm
16th Jan 2015 5:06pm
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
Twas the twelfth day of Christmas
A day I wanted to live like my last
Mirth all over, so crazy a bash
Rich fellows making do with their cash
Twas a day that will be crafted in my sands of time
Ambience fair, everybody looking fine
No cause to worry if I had no dime
A day fair and with milady Fairskin I would dine
Twas the first of its kind
And I wanted to blow her mind
Away with lovely words from a heart mine
To let her know how much I needed her to be mine
She wore her best clothes
She looked so dashing from head to toes...
A day I wanted to live like my last
Mirth all over, so crazy a bash
Rich fellows making do with their cash
Twas a day that will be crafted in my sands of time
Ambience fair, everybody looking fine
No cause to worry if I had no dime
A day fair and with milady Fairskin I would dine
Twas the first of its kind
And I wanted to blow her mind
Away with lovely words from a heart mine
To let her know how much I needed her to be mine
She wore her best clothes
She looked so dashing from head to toes...
796 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 9:36pm
15th Jan 2015 9:36pm
Conquered (a 4-verse dark haiku)
Indestructible
His armour was, unyielding
To Samurai swords
A general, vile
So thirsty for destruction
To appease his king
Blood gushing from throats
Slit by his dark-crafted sword
Men on bent knees, dead
Bloody victory
A nation conquered in gore
A tale to be told...
His armour was, unyielding
To Samurai swords
A general, vile
So thirsty for destruction
To appease his king
Blood gushing from throats
Slit by his dark-crafted sword
Men on bent knees, dead
Bloody victory
A nation conquered in gore
A tale to be told...
673 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 7:50pm
15th Jan 2015 7:50pm
Another Chat with You
Going through my contact list hoping to see you online
Maybe start a conversation and turn my sad day to a happy one
Seems fate is cruel and my request declines
Still anxious I'm scrolling up and down, hoping to see u online.
I am going through our previous chats
Smiling on how bizarre the topics are yet we chat all the way
All night long, not worrying a bit about what friends will say
Crazy topics, crazy talks, still hoping to see you online and have a nice little chat.
Maybe start a conversation and turn my sad day to a happy one
Seems fate is cruel and my request declines
Still anxious I'm scrolling up and down, hoping to see u online.
I am going through our previous chats
Smiling on how bizarre the topics are yet we chat all the way
All night long, not worrying a bit about what friends will say
Crazy topics, crazy talks, still hoping to see you online and have a nice little chat.
782 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2015 10:46am
8th Jan 2015 10:46am
Jinxed Deceased
He couldn't feel himself no more
pain in his heart yet can't relate
so many things going wrong
and he doesn't know
he's been jinxed with no tangible reason
he was a believer, a target of the heathen
His brilliance faded as the dusk before the night
His perceptions of life were now from a seated position
His travels were now through astral projections...
Talked about all the dreams he wanted to achieve
Trusted in God in whom he believed
Yet struggled with the affliction that plagued his existence...
He continued trusting, hoping and...
pain in his heart yet can't relate
so many things going wrong
and he doesn't know
he's been jinxed with no tangible reason
he was a believer, a target of the heathen
His brilliance faded as the dusk before the night
His perceptions of life were now from a seated position
His travels were now through astral projections...
Talked about all the dreams he wanted to achieve
Trusted in God in whom he believed
Yet struggled with the affliction that plagued his existence...
He continued trusting, hoping and...
757 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 8:02pm
4th Jan 2015 8:02pm
Questions
Questions
Why do we live?
Is it to just fill the earth or till it?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to mate, procreate then feel fulfilled?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to struggle and toil to make ends meet?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to learn how to talk then start living a lie,
make friends and when they need us the most we stab them in the back
Or be slaves to people that treat us like trash
Work had to earn that dough but ain't gettin' nuthin
Meanwhile a microscopic few are embezzling money?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to live...
Why do we live?
Is it to just fill the earth or till it?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to mate, procreate then feel fulfilled?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to struggle and toil to make ends meet?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to learn how to talk then start living a lie,
make friends and when they need us the most we stab them in the back
Or be slaves to people that treat us like trash
Work had to earn that dough but ain't gettin' nuthin
Meanwhile a microscopic few are embezzling money?
Why do we live?
Is it for us to live...
810 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2015 9:20am
2nd Jan 2015 9:20am
Stolen Glance
I sat here waiting for you to pass by
that may I steal a glance of your pretty smiles
This I did everyday
But never had the gut to tell how I felt, I was afraid
Love is kinda complicated I guess
the fear of rejection was deep in chest
Love is from the heart and I would be broken if it was thrown into a hearth
yeah, there she was
Her face was spotless like the snow in the Arctic
Her scarlet red lips were so inviting they got men hypnotic
She was the epitome of beauty crafted in the image of a being divine
Amongst her kind she was the...
that may I steal a glance of your pretty smiles
This I did everyday
But never had the gut to tell how I felt, I was afraid
Love is kinda complicated I guess
the fear of rejection was deep in chest
Love is from the heart and I would be broken if it was thrown into a hearth
yeah, there she was
Her face was spotless like the snow in the Arctic
Her scarlet red lips were so inviting they got men hypnotic
She was the epitome of beauty crafted in the image of a being divine
Amongst her kind she was the...
901 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 6:04pm
30th Dec 2014 6:04pm
Gone too Soon
You called me, told me you couldn't move
I felt shocked and at first didn't know what to do
You told me to go and call dad
I did and he came as fast as he could
together we helped you to the car
and prepared to take you to a hospital quite far.
We got there and you said the numbness stopped but after a while it came back.
It ceased again and I thought all will be fine, it felt so good a thought to hope you'll make it through alive.
We waited in the waiting room hoping to see the doctor in time
'cos a stitch in time saves nine.
Knew not we what was next;...
I felt shocked and at first didn't know what to do
You told me to go and call dad
I did and he came as fast as he could
together we helped you to the car
and prepared to take you to a hospital quite far.
We got there and you said the numbness stopped but after a while it came back.
It ceased again and I thought all will be fine, it felt so good a thought to hope you'll make it through alive.
We waited in the waiting room hoping to see the doctor in time
'cos a stitch in time saves nine.
Knew not we what was next;...
728 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2014 6:08pm
25th Dec 2014 6:08pm
Another Christmas Day
To be birthed in this place
of dried leaves and dusty winds,
cold breeze in the last ember month was a roll of nature's die.
I grew watching how Christmas was celebrated in different parts of the world... a white Christmas,
children with sleigh-bells and snowballs.
I knew also about the mistletoe
and the ever romantic, magical
kiss under it... Could I ever get to know the feeling? Fate, tell me.
Church I go every year to commemorate the Prince of Peace
a message of love, joy, hope, peace
to the world. It never gets old.
Years...
of dried leaves and dusty winds,
cold breeze in the last ember month was a roll of nature's die.
I grew watching how Christmas was celebrated in different parts of the world... a white Christmas,
children with sleigh-bells and snowballs.
I knew also about the mistletoe
and the ever romantic, magical
kiss under it... Could I ever get to know the feeling? Fate, tell me.
Church I go every year to commemorate the Prince of Peace
a message of love, joy, hope, peace
to the world. It never gets old.
Years...
807 reads
4 Comments
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