Submissions by Appl3
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Jul 2019 00:22am
1st Jul 2019 00:22am
When Everyone is an Enemy
Society - a sombre reality that is nothing more than a prison built on lies, manipulation and exploitation that relies on innocence, illusion and naivety. Open your eyes. Recognise it for what it is. Stop making excuses for it.
Those who steal the position of authority, who seize the position of power, who clutch the highest privileges are nothing more than greedy, treacherous, deceptive, trust-betraying manipulators. “Society” is an unwelcoming, cold, stale dictatorship controlled by those who have meticulously littered their seeds across the Earth in order to raise eluded...
Those who steal the position of authority, who seize the position of power, who clutch the highest privileges are nothing more than greedy, treacherous, deceptive, trust-betraying manipulators. “Society” is an unwelcoming, cold, stale dictatorship controlled by those who have meticulously littered their seeds across the Earth in order to raise eluded...
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#betrayal
#TruthOfLife
424 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2019 10:23am
30th Jun 2019 10:23am
Chasing Perfection
Just like you, but not just like you – a perfect you. You, but having achieved this and having completed that. You, but just slightly less this and just slightly more that. You, but with this, without that. You, but that person everyone loves. You, but not you – that shadow that you chase.
That shadow that insists you’re not good enough, encouraging you to follow them. Urging you that they are the best, demanding that you chase them. Telling you to chase perfection. So, you do.
You think you can catch up to your shadow easily – I mean, it’s your shadow. You must be able to...
That shadow that insists you’re not good enough, encouraging you to follow them. Urging you that they are the best, demanding that you chase them. Telling you to chase perfection. So, you do.
You think you can catch up to your shadow easily – I mean, it’s your shadow. You must be able to...
#anxiety
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
448 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jun 2019 10:18am
30th Jun 2019 10:18am
Nihilism
Tick. Tock.
Your routine echoes on. You take the days as they come, one by one. It’s easier – easier to lay low, out of the spotlight, in the bunker. You let other people hurl themselves forward, onto the stage, into the battlefield. It’s hard not to make excuses for your lack of success; it’s hard not to compare to others and their success. You let the world spin, day by day, watch as everyone else’s story unfolds, but your own. You wonder whether you’re special, that maybe you’re not like the others, that maybe you will never turn out okay. Though, from time to time you remember and...
Your routine echoes on. You take the days as they come, one by one. It’s easier – easier to lay low, out of the spotlight, in the bunker. You let other people hurl themselves forward, onto the stage, into the battlefield. It’s hard not to make excuses for your lack of success; it’s hard not to compare to others and their success. You let the world spin, day by day, watch as everyone else’s story unfolds, but your own. You wonder whether you’re special, that maybe you’re not like the others, that maybe you will never turn out okay. Though, from time to time you remember and...
#regret
#loneliness
#hope
#frustration
#boredom
521 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jun 2019 6:32pm
29th Jun 2019 6:32pm
It’s Not Me, It’s You
If it was me who had stumbled out through that door,
You would have shut the door right behind me,
Before I could even walk down the drive.
If it was me who had gone into that night,
You would have given no thought to my journey,
No thought to me.
If it was me who didn’t make it home that night,
You’d be fast asleep,
Dreaming soundly.
But it wasn’t me,
It was you who flew through that door,
Who turned that lock and who never returned.
It was you who had those expectations.
It was you who...
You would have shut the door right behind me,
Before I could even walk down the drive.
If it was me who had gone into that night,
You would have given no thought to my journey,
No thought to me.
If it was me who didn’t make it home that night,
You’d be fast asleep,
Dreaming soundly.
But it wasn’t me,
It was you who flew through that door,
Who turned that lock and who never returned.
It was you who had those expectations.
It was you who...
#rejection
#lies
#betrayal #MovingOn
#betrayal #MovingOn
407 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2019 6:21pm
29th Jun 2019 6:21pm
My Nightmare
Forgotten alone at night, my nightmare haunts me.
It mocks me, littering my thoughts with mines, hungry for anxiety and worry.
It ruins me, spoiling my mind with webs, harvesting fear and doubt.
It stalks me, torments me, threatens to sweep me with a surge of panic.
Just one seed can blossom into an array of fret flowers.
Just one thought can fork into an army of worries.
Lifeless during the day, my nightmare plagues me.
It drowns me, suffocating me in a cold embrace, a...
It mocks me, littering my thoughts with mines, hungry for anxiety and worry.
It ruins me, spoiling my mind with webs, harvesting fear and doubt.
It stalks me, torments me, threatens to sweep me with a surge of panic.
Just one seed can blossom into an array of fret flowers.
Just one thought can fork into an army of worries.
Lifeless during the day, my nightmare plagues me.
It drowns me, suffocating me in a cold embrace, a...
#sadness
#loneliness
#frustration
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
399 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2019 9:36pm
18th Jun 2019 9:36pm
My Thoughts
My thoughts are an ocean;
I’m drowning and sinking as if an anchor is pulling me down,
Underneath the waves of anxiety, into the abyss that is my mind.
I’m tied up in my own chains, choking on salty water.
My silent screams of sorrow just echo around my lonesome.
Sinking further and further under, a rock to the bottom,
The surface just a glint.
And the fish look on, thinking I’m one of them,
When in reality I can’t swim like them, I can’t even breathe like them.
I’m fighting myself, at war with my mind,
And when you’re on...
I’m drowning and sinking as if an anchor is pulling me down,
Underneath the waves of anxiety, into the abyss that is my mind.
I’m tied up in my own chains, choking on salty water.
My silent screams of sorrow just echo around my lonesome.
Sinking further and further under, a rock to the bottom,
The surface just a glint.
And the fish look on, thinking I’m one of them,
When in reality I can’t swim like them, I can’t even breathe like them.
I’m fighting myself, at war with my mind,
And when you’re on...
#depression
#loneliness
#misunderstood
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
501 reads
5 Comments
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