Submissions by AloneInMyHead
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Never thought I'd want to be a poet. I have soooooo much to let go of. Seems like a more constructive way to get it all out than letting it go in negative ways. Lets see where poetry takes me.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2015 2:43am
12th Oct 2015 2:43am
No One Gets In
I showed you my soul.
You ripped it to shreds.
My heart, fragile and torn, needs to be re-sewn.
I'm sitting here feeling oh so alone,
Back where I started.
Feels like I'm being shoved off a cliff, deep into a dismal abyss.
Dark and so cold.
Nothing to hold.
No one to care.
Just free-falling down until I crash onto ground.
Tears are falling down like monsoonal rains.
I stand in a puddle of sorrow and shame.
Perhaps I'll drown here in a whirlpool of pain.
I let my guard down when you knocked on my door.
I opened it wide and...
You ripped it to shreds.
My heart, fragile and torn, needs to be re-sewn.
I'm sitting here feeling oh so alone,
Back where I started.
Feels like I'm being shoved off a cliff, deep into a dismal abyss.
Dark and so cold.
Nothing to hold.
No one to care.
Just free-falling down until I crash onto ground.
Tears are falling down like monsoonal rains.
I stand in a puddle of sorrow and shame.
Perhaps I'll drown here in a whirlpool of pain.
I let my guard down when you knocked on my door.
I opened it wide and...
620 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2015 4:03am
10th Oct 2015 4:03am
Art from Above
At the amusement park one hot summer day,
A child discovered a new way to play.
"Momma, I need two tickets please."
The girl went to the booth and paid what she had.
She watched as a shiny, white canvas was laid onto a turntable machine.
So many colors to choose from,
"Which ones should I use?"
She grabbed each bottle and squeezed out the colors.
The canvas spun around as the paint touched down.
The girl's eyes lit up when her painting was done...
A pallette of colors swirling together.
...
A child discovered a new way to play.
"Momma, I need two tickets please."
The girl went to the booth and paid what she had.
She watched as a shiny, white canvas was laid onto a turntable machine.
So many colors to choose from,
"Which ones should I use?"
She grabbed each bottle and squeezed out the colors.
The canvas spun around as the paint touched down.
The girl's eyes lit up when her painting was done...
A pallette of colors swirling together.
...
642 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 5:45am
9th Oct 2015 5:45am
Streaming Down
I think of you,
Of the crosses you must bear.
Tears come streaming down.
I'll never let my empathy show,
But alone in the dark, I let it all go.
Tears come streaming down.
The struggles we go through
are part of God's plan.
Don't know what it is,
But I'm in it with you.
Tears come streaming down.
I'm helpless to help you, not that I can.
I know you're not asking.
Just know that I'm here.
My tears just won't stop streaming down.
Of the crosses you must bear.
Tears come streaming down.
I'll never let my empathy show,
But alone in the dark, I let it all go.
Tears come streaming down.
The struggles we go through
are part of God's plan.
Don't know what it is,
But I'm in it with you.
Tears come streaming down.
I'm helpless to help you, not that I can.
I know you're not asking.
Just know that I'm here.
My tears just won't stop streaming down.
730 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 3:30am
9th Oct 2015 3:30am
Where?
Where could you be?
It hasn't been long but
I know how you're feeling,
I know something's wrong.
Habits are broken,
Unusual for sure.
Calls go unanswered.
Lights are not on.
I'll wait for a while, then I'll look all around.
I worry too much, I should just let it be.
But...
Where the hell could you be?
I pray to God that you are OK.
It hasn't been long but
I know how you're feeling,
I know something's wrong.
Habits are broken,
Unusual for sure.
Calls go unanswered.
Lights are not on.
I'll wait for a while, then I'll look all around.
I worry too much, I should just let it be.
But...
Where the hell could you be?
I pray to God that you are OK.
636 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 1:13am
8th Oct 2015 1:13am
Gone
Light the glass pipe to blend in with the night.
Smoke masks the pain as long as you're high.
Money is gone, no more to buy.
What goes up comes down, that's what they say.
The urgency's so strong.
Begging, lying, cheating, and stealing.
Anything goes to try to get more.
Drugs took your pride, yourself and more.
You're not the same anymore.
I know you're in pain but it's all so fucking in vain.
I sit here and cry as I watch another friend die.
I love you, my dear, I'll be here till the end.
Smoke masks the pain as long as you're high.
Money is gone, no more to buy.
What goes up comes down, that's what they say.
The urgency's so strong.
Begging, lying, cheating, and stealing.
Anything goes to try to get more.
Drugs took your pride, yourself and more.
You're not the same anymore.
I know you're in pain but it's all so fucking in vain.
I sit here and cry as I watch another friend die.
I love you, my dear, I'll be here till the end.
978 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2015 5:35am
7th Oct 2015 5:35am
Again
Lying on bed,
head twisting thoughts once again.
When will it end?
head twisting thoughts once again.
When will it end?
832 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2015 5:29am
7th Oct 2015 5:29am
Internal Corruption
I am not a robot.
I am the real me.
Twilight sets in, the horizon grows dim.
A flick of my switch and my tired eyes peer deeply into thick obsidian air.
The spark to my brain sends infinite thoughts surging.
My wiring is bad.
I have no controls.
My short-circuit brain twists thoughts into shreds until all the good ones are dead.
Why did I say that?
How did you take that?
What could it mean?
Where could you be?
I can't let it go.
Each scene is replayed until my mind gets its way...
...
I am the real me.
Twilight sets in, the horizon grows dim.
A flick of my switch and my tired eyes peer deeply into thick obsidian air.
The spark to my brain sends infinite thoughts surging.
My wiring is bad.
I have no controls.
My short-circuit brain twists thoughts into shreds until all the good ones are dead.
Why did I say that?
How did you take that?
What could it mean?
Where could you be?
I can't let it go.
Each scene is replayed until my mind gets its way...
...
654 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 9:26pm
5th Oct 2015 9:26pm
March of the Slugs
Slugs.
They go real slow.
They piss and they moan.
Their feet are cemented
to one stupid spot.
They play fucking dumb
as they watch you run.
They think they're so sly
as your anger builds up.
The slime trail oozes wherever slugs go.
If I could spray them with salt
they'd be dead on the spot.
(Dedicated to all my lazy coworkers.)
They go real slow.
They piss and they moan.
Their feet are cemented
to one stupid spot.
They play fucking dumb
as they watch you run.
They think they're so sly
as your anger builds up.
The slime trail oozes wherever slugs go.
If I could spray them with salt
they'd be dead on the spot.
(Dedicated to all my lazy coworkers.)
687 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 4:17am
1st Oct 2015 4:17am
Young, High, & Stupid
We sat on his bed, Tony and I.
Lit up a joint,
Smoked and got high.
We listened to music as loud as we could.
It was the late 80's then,
When metal was hot.
We drank up some whiskey.
Stolen, of course, from unsuspecting parents who were off at work then.
So we sipped and we toked
Till we felt really good.
We got this demented idea that Satan was good.
Tony had a book, "Satanic Bible."
We thumbed through the pages.
We plotted and planned.
I asked Tony is he had a razor blade.
Of course, he said, "Yeah."
No...
Lit up a joint,
Smoked and got high.
We listened to music as loud as we could.
It was the late 80's then,
When metal was hot.
We drank up some whiskey.
Stolen, of course, from unsuspecting parents who were off at work then.
So we sipped and we toked
Till we felt really good.
We got this demented idea that Satan was good.
Tony had a book, "Satanic Bible."
We thumbed through the pages.
We plotted and planned.
I asked Tony is he had a razor blade.
Of course, he said, "Yeah."
No...
642 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 4:02am
30th Sep 2015 4:02am
Signs
CAUTION
You look at me and your eyes seem so cold.
Sign of the serpent,
slithering out impatience, boredom, distaste.
A sign telling me that you wish I would go.
The sign in your breath,
a harsh, strangling sigh
tells me you wish I would die.
Your breath choking on hate and disgust.
EXIT
I leave you behind.
A long blank sets in.
A door opens wide.
A new silhouette stands out amidst the light.
ENTER
I walk through the door
into the terrifying unknown.
The smile on your face warms my damaged heart....
You look at me and your eyes seem so cold.
Sign of the serpent,
slithering out impatience, boredom, distaste.
A sign telling me that you wish I would go.
The sign in your breath,
a harsh, strangling sigh
tells me you wish I would die.
Your breath choking on hate and disgust.
EXIT
I leave you behind.
A long blank sets in.
A door opens wide.
A new silhouette stands out amidst the light.
ENTER
I walk through the door
into the terrifying unknown.
The smile on your face warms my damaged heart....
921 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 2:49am
30th Sep 2015 2:49am
Eye in the Sky
Cyclops' eye in the midnight sky.
Casts spells down from the heavens above.
Virgins entranced into the celestial sorcerer's dance.
Luna on fire, emblazoned with charm.
Pierces deep through ungrateful souls.
A blink of the eye and the Cyclops dies.
(written about the blood moon eclipse)
Casts spells down from the heavens above.
Virgins entranced into the celestial sorcerer's dance.
Luna on fire, emblazoned with charm.
Pierces deep through ungrateful souls.
A blink of the eye and the Cyclops dies.
(written about the blood moon eclipse)
636 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 00:10am
27th Sep 2015 00:10am
My Rainbow's Glow
Rain's shining down.
My face dripping with its glow as it's imprinting my soul.
RED is my rage, anger, and pain.
Rain keeps falling down to the ground.
ORANGE is there to see if you care. "No, not at this point."
Rain's shining bright now.
YELLOW's my sun, the laugh, the fun.
Rain's shining faster.
GREEN is my life, envy, mistrust.
Rain's shining coldly.
BLUE is your breath that I want to snuff out. Your blue makes me bitter and worn.
Rain's almost over, shining is dim.
VIOLET's my happy...the rainbow...
My face dripping with its glow as it's imprinting my soul.
RED is my rage, anger, and pain.
Rain keeps falling down to the ground.
ORANGE is there to see if you care. "No, not at this point."
Rain's shining bright now.
YELLOW's my sun, the laugh, the fun.
Rain's shining faster.
GREEN is my life, envy, mistrust.
Rain's shining coldly.
BLUE is your breath that I want to snuff out. Your blue makes me bitter and worn.
Rain's almost over, shining is dim.
VIOLET's my happy...the rainbow...
#rainbow
#myself
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2 Comments
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