Submissions by Anthonydevol
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Mar 2023 6:01am
12th Mar 2023 6:01am
Fake freedom
America the home of the free
More from what I see the home of despair
What’s next will you charge us even to breathe your air, or blame another million homeless souls, for there position withering in the cold, because they failed in the system and not the system failed them, pump more drugs into the inner streets then label the communities involved as thugs, gaslighting a nation into hating the poverished peddler instead of the puppet master severing any opportunity for that same “thug” hoping to have them settling, this whole shams corrupt, you’ve dragged the indigenous a muck, 200...
More from what I see the home of despair
What’s next will you charge us even to breathe your air, or blame another million homeless souls, for there position withering in the cold, because they failed in the system and not the system failed them, pump more drugs into the inner streets then label the communities involved as thugs, gaslighting a nation into hating the poverished peddler instead of the puppet master severing any opportunity for that same “thug” hoping to have them settling, this whole shams corrupt, you’ve dragged the indigenous a muck, 200...
#anger
#CallToAction
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2023 8:31pm
12th Feb 2023 8:31pm
Down bad
I identify with this consuming loneliness anytime I think back to the brokenness of the stars I looked upon as my only companion deep in the canyon of my active addiction, this sickly affliction inflicted a nervous disposition I can’t seem to stop sitting in, even sober and on the path to recovery I can’t fathom letting down my guard and displaying the release I desire in fear I’d set a fire I personally couldn’t extinguish, so I hold tightly to my anguish, choked up from the tears I suffocate and The game I play by plastering a smile on my tattered face,in hopes for a better place to...
#apathy
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Feb 2023 5:36am
11th Feb 2023 5:36am
Troubled
Telling a story of a life time of throwing lifelines in the bonfire, drug abuse and misuse of a gifted child, exiled at that first poke, heroin took the h out of hope and replaced with a d, 13 years later I can’t find how to break free, tell me the fee I’ll plea get on my knees and offer my life, this strife has ridden my story since birth, maybe it’s the trauma passed down, commencing to unearth every evil I ever feared to possess from the white picket neighborhoods and living good to shooting up on Robb street in baltimore seen my uncle follow this path and start mine my father lose his...
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2023 3:35am
11th Feb 2023 3:35am
I thought i knew you
I thought I knew you,
Yea you, the battered and bruised used to always being the one abused,
Yea you the one lost in the crowd, never conforming doing drugs just to feel at ease with every breath you took the pain continued to fester like a disease
Yea you, the outcast with a fashion for living fast since you laughed at death, but cowered at living, rushing head first subconsciously hoping your heart burst putting an end to the thought of waking up tomorrow
Yea you the one who had no hope, the one that no joke, act or show happen to lift that disposition you’ve been...
Yea you, the battered and bruised used to always being the one abused,
Yea you the one lost in the crowd, never conforming doing drugs just to feel at ease with every breath you took the pain continued to fester like a disease
Yea you, the outcast with a fashion for living fast since you laughed at death, but cowered at living, rushing head first subconsciously hoping your heart burst putting an end to the thought of waking up tomorrow
Yea you the one who had no hope, the one that no joke, act or show happen to lift that disposition you’ve been...
#LifeChangingMoment
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2023 1:39am
6th Jan 2023 1:39am
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you,
Yea you, the battered and bruised used to always being the one being abused,
Yea you the one lost in the crowd, never conforming doing drugs just to feel at ease with every breath you took the pain continued to fester like a disease
Yea you, the outcast with a fashion for living fast since you laughed at death, but cowered at living, rushing head first subconsciously hoping your heart burst putting an end to the thought of waking up tomorrow
Yea you the one who had no hope, the one that no joke, act or show happen to lift that disposition you’ve...
Yea you, the battered and bruised used to always being the one being abused,
Yea you the one lost in the crowd, never conforming doing drugs just to feel at ease with every breath you took the pain continued to fester like a disease
Yea you, the outcast with a fashion for living fast since you laughed at death, but cowered at living, rushing head first subconsciously hoping your heart burst putting an end to the thought of waking up tomorrow
Yea you the one who had no hope, the one that no joke, act or show happen to lift that disposition you’ve...
#hope
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2022 7:14pm
30th Dec 2022 7:14pm
Swift violence through silence
Silence is the swiftest form of violence, and its very persistent, like a personal assistant assigned purely to create indifferent perspectives, so that one could live out theyre own violent objectives, in which 100 detectives would be needed to come about a report to sort through your vehement role in society, leading to your self induced anxiety, all you can think of is the propriety of you’re emotions so you cant take the notion to set the ball in motion to heed your crimson actions, although your disatisfactions are so loud and many you could never fathom to count them, so you succumb to...
#dark
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2022 4:44am
29th Dec 2022 4:44am
Everything made sense
Once i seen you again everything made sense
Love isnt the word for the emotional storm that occured when i glanced over and recognized her.
Only because a 1 syllable 4 letter word could never describe what emotion came over me, the feeling of loneliness once more was absentee when i was before thee. However i could not foresee gods plan to reconnect us after months of uncertainty, but forever i am grateful that once again i can see with you in my life, and i would endure a million years of strife for an eternal life with yours truly, my feelings for you are unruly and duly...
Love isnt the word for the emotional storm that occured when i glanced over and recognized her.
Only because a 1 syllable 4 letter word could never describe what emotion came over me, the feeling of loneliness once more was absentee when i was before thee. However i could not foresee gods plan to reconnect us after months of uncertainty, but forever i am grateful that once again i can see with you in my life, and i would endure a million years of strife for an eternal life with yours truly, my feelings for you are unruly and duly...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2022 4:35am
29th Dec 2022 4:35am
I desire
I desire peace in a place of constant war, i am torn by the very fact that to my core, ive always swore to endure my mental distortion even though the laws of constant proportion do not apply in the psychological realm, and that every time i wake i am overwhelmed with fear of tomorrow and regret of the past in which my forecast or past is always distorted like the mirrors in a circus house, to the point that i will never become rouse to my reality, so why look down on me if you claim to understand duality, because even though i have a good side the brutality and formality of my inner evil...
#morality
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2022 11:17pm
22nd Dec 2022 11:17pm
Fetanyl
Fetanyl
The sick misfit swindling every last tidbit of my junkie minded emotionally blinded hope,
At this point I think my guardian angel is hooked on dope, because every time I pray to stop a day where needles aggressively poke my scarred and tired crooks of my arms, I get no answer and repeat this hellish pattern it’s been a decade in time even all my friends happened to die, I’m alone now unable to find a friend as loyal as the soft white powder of death, that 5 dollar bag of pure devilish relief, I can’t even sit infront of and speak to a loved one, because I’m no longer...
The sick misfit swindling every last tidbit of my junkie minded emotionally blinded hope,
At this point I think my guardian angel is hooked on dope, because every time I pray to stop a day where needles aggressively poke my scarred and tired crooks of my arms, I get no answer and repeat this hellish pattern it’s been a decade in time even all my friends happened to die, I’m alone now unable to find a friend as loyal as the soft white powder of death, that 5 dollar bag of pure devilish relief, I can’t even sit infront of and speak to a loved one, because I’m no longer...
#drugs
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