Submissions by AfterSexDilemma
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If I were me, I'd shutup...
Piece of shit World
All man will suffer and die in the hands of their savior
and be summoned to death by the words of their maker
truth may pucker from such sour doubt
it's dreams will not be carried out
it's silence gurgles like a child
still ignorance can only last a while
simplicity sounds like phantoms lurking
truth works hard yet hardly working
When will man become the host?
And love the one he needs the most?
it's death comes only from his smile
for he believes truth can only last a while
Why gaze this suffering as a ghost?
Why not bind man to...
and be summoned to death by the words of their maker
truth may pucker from such sour doubt
it's dreams will not be carried out
it's silence gurgles like a child
still ignorance can only last a while
simplicity sounds like phantoms lurking
truth works hard yet hardly working
When will man become the host?
And love the one he needs the most?
it's death comes only from his smile
for he believes truth can only last a while
Why gaze this suffering as a ghost?
Why not bind man to...
617 reads
1 Comment
Depression In America
O Washington why
My founding fathers have groaned and died
America's hit it's lowest tide
The last wave 'til the ocean dries
Will fish flop sideways unto the shore
and plead our God for food and water?
Will they sleep safe, warm and sound
Are monsters breeding on this ground?
O Washington why
Why let the good ones shrivel and die?
Diseased masses will plead and cry
Their dreams of life will soon subside
Mutant lines will devour the weak.
Their friends and family will be a treat
and they will rise to blatant greed
So...
My founding fathers have groaned and died
America's hit it's lowest tide
The last wave 'til the ocean dries
Will fish flop sideways unto the shore
and plead our God for food and water?
Will they sleep safe, warm and sound
Are monsters breeding on this ground?
O Washington why
Why let the good ones shrivel and die?
Diseased masses will plead and cry
Their dreams of life will soon subside
Mutant lines will devour the weak.
Their friends and family will be a treat
and they will rise to blatant greed
So...
579 reads
3 Comments
Love
Without passion
It catches fire. Seeping fuel
into the blood. A pumping heart
of propane. A little spark at
the twinge of guilt. Swelling
at the core. While red droplets
lick the flames,
hungering for more...
It catches fire. Seeping fuel
into the blood. A pumping heart
of propane. A little spark at
the twinge of guilt. Swelling
at the core. While red droplets
lick the flames,
hungering for more...
605 reads
4 Comments
Obsession
In time,
pleasure is an unwanted guest.
An angelic posture of a
ghostly regret.
A symbol of pain and a lethal
desire.
Feeding manic and fathom
for all it requires.
pleasure is an unwanted guest.
An angelic posture of a
ghostly regret.
A symbol of pain and a lethal
desire.
Feeding manic and fathom
for all it requires.
591 reads
2 Comments
FATSO
I dont know what your thinking.
As you think, thoughts race in my head.
What is it that I said,
to make you stare so intently?
Is it what you seek? A fright?
Is this but a fight or flight?
What do you think when you see?
Do you ever think of me?
In my absence am I dead?
Or am I lodged inside your head?
Do you know what there is could be?
Can you remember that I am me?
Would you embrace my filth, this mess
to watch me suffer until death?
Is this what you think all day,
my useless life crumbling away?...
Can you yet remember...
As you think, thoughts race in my head.
What is it that I said,
to make you stare so intently?
Is it what you seek? A fright?
Is this but a fight or flight?
What do you think when you see?
Do you ever think of me?
In my absence am I dead?
Or am I lodged inside your head?
Do you know what there is could be?
Can you remember that I am me?
Would you embrace my filth, this mess
to watch me suffer until death?
Is this what you think all day,
my useless life crumbling away?...
Can you yet remember...
729 reads
1 Comment
Demolition Secrets
Demolition secrets reach out to carry in
All our lies
All our sins
Bunched up. Tucking us in at night.
We sleep cozy inside our toxic shells,
where the ground gives way and dissipates
beneath us.
All the toxins from within burn our feet.
We cry,
but the world turns it's back on us
tells us not to lie.
So we curl up inside our shells to hide.
Listening for parasites.
Weakened by the brutal fights; we lose
Covering up how the close ones tug at us from the inside
How our love affairs give way to regrets
And we carry on our lives...
All our lies
All our sins
Bunched up. Tucking us in at night.
We sleep cozy inside our toxic shells,
where the ground gives way and dissipates
beneath us.
All the toxins from within burn our feet.
We cry,
but the world turns it's back on us
tells us not to lie.
So we curl up inside our shells to hide.
Listening for parasites.
Weakened by the brutal fights; we lose
Covering up how the close ones tug at us from the inside
How our love affairs give way to regrets
And we carry on our lives...
551 reads
1 Comment
Civilian
Silence echos within these walls
Outside,
freedom calls.
We are yet to be found
open-minded and caged up
Looking foreward to fate
because life is so stuck up
craving things we hate
because love is not enough
And only liars can take the pain,
because all their children are going insane.
Outside,
freedom calls.
We are yet to be found
open-minded and caged up
Looking foreward to fate
because life is so stuck up
craving things we hate
because love is not enough
And only liars can take the pain,
because all their children are going insane.
576 reads
1 Comment
School
Here it comes!
This dreadful end,
of life and all existence.
This perfect race
of such disgrace
could stop a heart with vengeance
Leave us broke
and twisted sore
these lips they could not speak
Yet thriving still
these childish thrills
my gaze is tainted; weak
A vital sign
I cannot mask
I am a subtle stain
A used resort
another sport
and nothing else remains
This dreadful end,
of life and all existence.
This perfect race
of such disgrace
could stop a heart with vengeance
Leave us broke
and twisted sore
these lips they could not speak
Yet thriving still
these childish thrills
my gaze is tainted; weak
A vital sign
I cannot mask
I am a subtle stain
A used resort
another sport
and nothing else remains
731 reads
1 Comment
Relationship
And bad things happen
and thats what makes good things die
so why do u think i always lie
when its the bad things
thats makes those good things die
and i never lie
and those thoughts are just guides
and how can two things that are so unalike
find nothing to rave about or spite
as if all things can coincide
and nothing is good
but still good things die
and as if the whole world could just subside
and the good and bad are the only things we have alike
and thats what makes good things die
so why do u think i always lie
when its the bad things
thats makes those good things die
and i never lie
and those thoughts are just guides
and how can two things that are so unalike
find nothing to rave about or spite
as if all things can coincide
and nothing is good
but still good things die
and as if the whole world could just subside
and the good and bad are the only things we have alike
737 reads
3 Comments
In My Mind I Wonder..
sometimes the world just disappears
and after the years
theres nothing to think about
once good things die.
your smile becomes brief and open
never shy
still, all good feelings subside
those memories you once lost awaken
and reunite
and doom, like dawn, is breaking
while shaping the night
but who is left to battle?
when there's no one left to fight
What sun is there to shake me?
which bird is there to fly..
in a mind thats open like the sky
And sweet things, forever die
Is there a lie
to take the burden for such...
and after the years
theres nothing to think about
once good things die.
your smile becomes brief and open
never shy
still, all good feelings subside
those memories you once lost awaken
and reunite
and doom, like dawn, is breaking
while shaping the night
but who is left to battle?
when there's no one left to fight
What sun is there to shake me?
which bird is there to fly..
in a mind thats open like the sky
And sweet things, forever die
Is there a lie
to take the burden for such...
953 reads
3 Comments
Love
I do love him insanely
So weak I am to his word
and I reach to him so plainly
Im so boring, and disgusting, and absurd
But he is like the water's gleam
So calming..
So neat..
and leaves me in my constant awe
So ugly, and nasty, and indiscreet
I do love her insanely
So I whisper in her ear so sweet!
and I love the way she lets me lead
So goregous, so enchanting, and weak
And i'd describe her as a fantasy
So breathtaking..
So neat..
and leaves me in my constant awe
so empowering, so captivating, and complete
So weak I am to his word
and I reach to him so plainly
Im so boring, and disgusting, and absurd
But he is like the water's gleam
So calming..
So neat..
and leaves me in my constant awe
So ugly, and nasty, and indiscreet
I do love her insanely
So I whisper in her ear so sweet!
and I love the way she lets me lead
So goregous, so enchanting, and weak
And i'd describe her as a fantasy
So breathtaking..
So neat..
and leaves me in my constant awe
so empowering, so captivating, and complete
817 reads
4 Comments
Til Death Do Us Part..
Why?
So that I could sit in Heavens brilliance,
....to watch my loved ones mope and cry?
Is it the sins I commit, to make me sit,
and wait for Satan's reply?
Is he the one who strikes the whip,
and beats the good ones dry?
Is it I, a daring tumor now,
that bids the rest to comply?
Is it me that bears my own loves weight,
and thinks of only I?
Or did God insist, that I exist,
To watch my loved ones die?
So that I could sit in Heavens brilliance,
....to watch my loved ones mope and cry?
Is it the sins I commit, to make me sit,
and wait for Satan's reply?
Is he the one who strikes the whip,
and beats the good ones dry?
Is it I, a daring tumor now,
that bids the rest to comply?
Is it me that bears my own loves weight,
and thinks of only I?
Or did God insist, that I exist,
To watch my loved ones die?
652 reads
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