Submissions by AceofSpades336 (Austin the ace of spades)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write most about my deeper thoughts and my failing relationships.
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jun 2023 8:48pm
24th Jun 2023 8:48pm
Mother Dearest
I can no longer stand your presence.
It is either I do something or do nothing.
Both are determined by you.
Never is it commanded by myself.
I am a selfish brat who acts oh so high and mighty.
I take the role of the scapegoat.
I am the child who can do no right.
At least not by you.
I simply stand in your way of becoming a better parent.
I don’t appreciate everything you do for me.
I am the biggest burden living within these brick walls,
And you are one of the many who see it.
You see everything.
Every single...
It is either I do something or do nothing.
Both are determined by you.
Never is it commanded by myself.
I am a selfish brat who acts oh so high and mighty.
I take the role of the scapegoat.
I am the child who can do no right.
At least not by you.
I simply stand in your way of becoming a better parent.
I don’t appreciate everything you do for me.
I am the biggest burden living within these brick walls,
And you are one of the many who see it.
You see everything.
Every single...
#family
#disappointment
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DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2023 12:53pm
24th Jun 2023 12:53pm
Depressive Episode
Hide
Hide
Hide me.
Please.
It’s loud and
obnoxious and I’m angry.
God I need weed.
I’m tired and disheveled.
My lips are cracked,
My ears ring.
It’s obnoxious and I’m angry,
God,
I need some fucking weed.
Hide
Hide me.
Please.
It’s loud and
obnoxious and I’m angry.
God I need weed.
I’m tired and disheveled.
My lips are cracked,
My ears ring.
It’s obnoxious and I’m angry,
God,
I need some fucking weed.
#anxiety
#drugs
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Jun 2023 12:48pm
24th Jun 2023 12:48pm
Storytime
Tall, glass, and metal.
Tall, brick, cement.
These have one thing in common.
They are both tall.
Tall is what is needed.
Not wide or thick.
Tall.
It’s the only way to solve anything.
The best feeling is to climb.
To climb a tall building.
Either a ladder, elevator or stairs would work.
As long as it goes all the way to the top.
The edge is the climax of the experience.
The heart pounds with adrenaline.
The mind fights with itself.
“Yes, No!” It screams violently.
Finally, the falling...
Tall, brick, cement.
These have one thing in common.
They are both tall.
Tall is what is needed.
Not wide or thick.
Tall.
It’s the only way to solve anything.
The best feeling is to climb.
To climb a tall building.
Either a ladder, elevator or stairs would work.
As long as it goes all the way to the top.
The edge is the climax of the experience.
The heart pounds with adrenaline.
The mind fights with itself.
“Yes, No!” It screams violently.
Finally, the falling...
#bittersweet
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2023 9:48pm
23rd Jun 2023 9:48pm
Windowsill
The cars pass by.
The cars don’t even catch a glance at what is happening in the house.
They look, but all they see is the blinds.
Those blinds were the only thing blocking freedom.
Nothing worked.
Not screaming, not crying.
The dare to run was a dare best left,
Alone.
His hand gripped harder.
He did his best to distract everyone from the scene.
The gruesome, despicable, horrifying scene.
It worked.
Not a single soul saw the events that took place.
Not a single one turned to look.
Not one even glanced. ...
The cars don’t even catch a glance at what is happening in the house.
They look, but all they see is the blinds.
Those blinds were the only thing blocking freedom.
Nothing worked.
Not screaming, not crying.
The dare to run was a dare best left,
Alone.
His hand gripped harder.
He did his best to distract everyone from the scene.
The gruesome, despicable, horrifying scene.
It worked.
Not a single soul saw the events that took place.
Not a single one turned to look.
Not one even glanced. ...
#abuse
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2023 7:42pm
23rd Jun 2023 7:42pm
Mommy
I’m sorry.
I wish I could be better.
I would be a daughter instead of a son,
If only I could do that for you.
You did much for me,
And how do I repay you?
A horrible temper and constant revolt.
I’m a selfish child.
I did not deserve such kindness.
Now I do not give such kindness to many.
Only few.
Very, very few.
I wish I could call you my family.
My best friend who I can do anything for,
But I no longer can.
At least, not anymore
I wish I could be better.
I would be a daughter instead of a son,
If only I could do that for you.
You did much for me,
And how do I repay you?
A horrible temper and constant revolt.
I’m a selfish child.
I did not deserve such kindness.
Now I do not give such kindness to many.
Only few.
Very, very few.
I wish I could call you my family.
My best friend who I can do anything for,
But I no longer can.
At least, not anymore
#shame
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2023 12:46pm
23rd Jun 2023 12:46pm
How Could You
You,
You horrible, wretched man.
How could I have been so blind as to trust you.
I entrusted my childhood to you and this is how I was treated?
I was simply a toy to you.
A ragdoll to toss around and kick as you please.
I couldn’t think, nor could I feel.
I was numb, and that has not changed.
I feel nothing.
You have ruined me,
And I would love nothing more than to ruin you.
You would like to see me try wouldn’t you?
You would love to see the burning tears within my eyes,
The pain contorted within the features...
You horrible, wretched man.
How could I have been so blind as to trust you.
I entrusted my childhood to you and this is how I was treated?
I was simply a toy to you.
A ragdoll to toss around and kick as you please.
I couldn’t think, nor could I feel.
I was numb, and that has not changed.
I feel nothing.
You have ruined me,
And I would love nothing more than to ruin you.
You would like to see me try wouldn’t you?
You would love to see the burning tears within my eyes,
The pain contorted within the features...
#abuse
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jun 2023 12:26pm
21st Jun 2023 12:26pm
Requited revenge
I suppose this is bad,
Considered to be wrong.
Though I will do it anyway.
It makes me feel whole again.
It is as if hurting him closes the hole.
The burnt,
Torn hole.
I clutch my knife to my chest,
Waiting for the perfect time.
It comes all too soon.
There is red,
It is everywhere.
I have done my work,
And I regret nothing.
He is dead,
And I am finally living.
Considered to be wrong.
Though I will do it anyway.
It makes me feel whole again.
It is as if hurting him closes the hole.
The burnt,
Torn hole.
I clutch my knife to my chest,
Waiting for the perfect time.
It comes all too soon.
There is red,
It is everywhere.
I have done my work,
And I regret nothing.
He is dead,
And I am finally living.
#revenge
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2023 11:17am
21st Jun 2023 11:17am
My Darling
Simply six days into june,
I met a boy.
His face was pale and his laugh was as sweet as sugar.
He spoke to me,
and let me speak to him.
Why?
Why did I have to fall for that darling voice,
That darling face,
Even those darling eyes of his entranced me.
How is it that the same darling boy,
Could make me feel as if the world around me was no longer crumbling?
The ground beneath my feet finally steadied.
Until I stepped.
I stepped back.
The ground began to sliver.
I left it for while, ...
I met a boy.
His face was pale and his laugh was as sweet as sugar.
He spoke to me,
and let me speak to him.
Why?
Why did I have to fall for that darling voice,
That darling face,
Even those darling eyes of his entranced me.
How is it that the same darling boy,
Could make me feel as if the world around me was no longer crumbling?
The ground beneath my feet finally steadied.
Until I stepped.
I stepped back.
The ground began to sliver.
I left it for while, ...
#sadness
#separation
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