Submissions by AloneWithCompany (UnfitProphet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Thoughts chasing a mind that racing. Only slowed by organizing ink, grabbing paper, and placing.
DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2018 4:53am
18th Oct 2018 4:53am
Drowning
Water painted above my breath.
Sickness swirling below its depth.
My mind escaped to a place where it found rest.
In a grim jest that faced the fear of death.
Demons dancing beyond my sight.
Skillfully solving my Will to fight.
All those voices who say what is right.
Although unchosen choices fill this night.
Grace keeps bleeding beyond my grasp.
While disease keeps breeding behind this mask.
Fleeing from a mind that runs to fast.
Fleeting are the questions I forgot to ask.
Time stays woven without my will. ...
Sickness swirling below its depth.
My mind escaped to a place where it found rest.
In a grim jest that faced the fear of death.
Demons dancing beyond my sight.
Skillfully solving my Will to fight.
All those voices who say what is right.
Although unchosen choices fill this night.
Grace keeps bleeding beyond my grasp.
While disease keeps breeding behind this mask.
Fleeing from a mind that runs to fast.
Fleeting are the questions I forgot to ask.
Time stays woven without my will. ...
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2013 6:09am
16th Sep 2013 6:09am
Self-leashed
I can tell you what He's done for me more than most. Because what I've done to me deserves a toast. And Grace would be a portrait if one to boast. Then fair weather would be a friend when I cared to coast. When the past just cant outlast your present hope. Your just blessed with the present to cope.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 4:44am
9th Aug 2013 4:44am
Liquid Eyes
Foolish pride and wicked lies make liquid eyes. The scars they hide this thing inside. Sadthings' not kind, this things all mine. Broken down and bottled up. Sickened gut and mind corrupt. With two slick red lines and casket shut. I've chose my team but will I make the cut.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 3:38am
23rd Jul 2013 3:38am
Unlikes Love One
Unliked loved one, the black sheep shunned.
Got left twice to right one.
Three wrongs done for my one son.
Five lives undone for the greed of one.
Now left with six and three ones.
I give her six three times it's done. I see her name unclear to some.
I see transparent, blind, deaf, and dumb.
Self-rightious wicked see's she won.
Condemed Anti-Christ Christian, but I love the Son.
IAM is Him, to Him I run.
There is one path for Witch is none.
When It's over It's just begun.
Hardened heart that beats for none.
Her pain is great for others numb....
Got left twice to right one.
Three wrongs done for my one son.
Five lives undone for the greed of one.
Now left with six and three ones.
I give her six three times it's done. I see her name unclear to some.
I see transparent, blind, deaf, and dumb.
Self-rightious wicked see's she won.
Condemed Anti-Christ Christian, but I love the Son.
IAM is Him, to Him I run.
There is one path for Witch is none.
When It's over It's just begun.
Hardened heart that beats for none.
Her pain is great for others numb....
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 5:55am
14th Jul 2013 5:55am
Heart Burn
Undigested past still gives me heart-burn.
And if insane was a lesson, then I might learn.
I've spent my life running in circles. So that I always made the right turn.
Now I'm tired of running on bended knees.
Then picking the scabs so that I might bleed.
With sacrificing to death so that I might have life....pleas.
Well if it's a pound of my flesh then I've paid the price at least.
And if insane was a lesson, then I might learn.
I've spent my life running in circles. So that I always made the right turn.
Now I'm tired of running on bended knees.
Then picking the scabs so that I might bleed.
With sacrificing to death so that I might have life....pleas.
Well if it's a pound of my flesh then I've paid the price at least.
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2013 00:21am
14th Jul 2013 00:21am
Making A Dead Living
I built my home in the grave.
I thought I could make the dead behave.
I became the master slave.
Brain decayed and soon I caved.
Consumed the crave to conform to pain.
I'm the walking slain. Care to play my game?
You will die to know my name.
Victim Syc son of Cain, Victor of Sin cannot be tamed.
Cold with the tounge from ice in the vein.
Controlled by it but won't admit...He's vain.
The dead are living inside my mind.
The living are dead inside I find.
Love me to death because the dead are deaf.
I'll be blind to the...
I thought I could make the dead behave.
I became the master slave.
Brain decayed and soon I caved.
Consumed the crave to conform to pain.
I'm the walking slain. Care to play my game?
You will die to know my name.
Victim Syc son of Cain, Victor of Sin cannot be tamed.
Cold with the tounge from ice in the vein.
Controlled by it but won't admit...He's vain.
The dead are living inside my mind.
The living are dead inside I find.
Love me to death because the dead are deaf.
I'll be blind to the...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 6:21pm
13th Jul 2013 6:21pm
Sycamore Sick No More
Stuck in lightbulbs and living dark.
Afraid and laughing in Barkers Park
Ice soothes the Sad Thing,
With just a spark.
And soon it's maddening,
With syc I bark.
Blood runs in streams
From scars of heart.
And Vic and Syc
Both play the part.
And then they part,
And go their ways.
To walk in hell,
For numbered days.
For every sin the Victim pays.
Black with white with shades and greys.
Break apart from them and run.
Slip and fall with rising Sun.
Ignite once more then finished done.
No more chance the Gamblers won....
Afraid and laughing in Barkers Park
Ice soothes the Sad Thing,
With just a spark.
And soon it's maddening,
With syc I bark.
Blood runs in streams
From scars of heart.
And Vic and Syc
Both play the part.
And then they part,
And go their ways.
To walk in hell,
For numbered days.
For every sin the Victim pays.
Black with white with shades and greys.
Break apart from them and run.
Slip and fall with rising Sun.
Ignite once more then finished done.
No more chance the Gamblers won....
521 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 8:58pm
12th Jul 2013 8:58pm
Arrested Mind
Sitting in a paragraph prison cell. I write what I can't scream and yell. Mind slightly unsightly, or could you tell? Life is my water and bread, and the bread is stale. The waters kept in a unwashed, rusty pale. Still it goes on with the speed of a snail. A time leak untimely, blindfold and bind me. So not to see, in front of me, the timeline hasten Hell. And unfortunatly no fortune could be paid as bail.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 7:43pm
12th Jul 2013 7:43pm
The Path
Walking a path of broken glass, and clutter. And its a blast and even the ash can cut her. And then theres the crash, and soon now the paths above her. How long will it last? The ghosts of the past still hunger. But Grace ate at the Last Supper
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