Submissions by Astoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
sometimes my poems are legible; sometimes they're masked with my own simulations of the feeling. Either way, I hope they turn out well.
Rush of breath
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It's dangerous
It's easy
to curl away inside myself
it's dangerous - I blinked away ten years
It's easy
to be mad all the time
it's dangerous - everyone gets fed up
It's easy
to live in a fantasy world
it's dangerous - reality is anything but
It's easy
to just say forget doing it
it's dangerous - that becomes the norm
It's easy
to smile on the outside
it's dangerous - the frown gets deeper on the inside
It's easy
to think about what I want
it's dangerous - it just can't happen
It's easy
to let the...
to curl away inside myself
it's dangerous - I blinked away ten years
It's easy
to be mad all the time
it's dangerous - everyone gets fed up
It's easy
to live in a fantasy world
it's dangerous - reality is anything but
It's easy
to just say forget doing it
it's dangerous - that becomes the norm
It's easy
to smile on the outside
it's dangerous - the frown gets deeper on the inside
It's easy
to think about what I want
it's dangerous - it just can't happen
It's easy
to let the...
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Shaking
My hands shake
my body shakes
my soul is shaking
Dear Mister all knowing -
when, if ever, will it stop?
Even if it does, I'll still be shook -
afraid of shaking again.
Knowing it still lingers
knowing it still lives
deep within the recesses
part of daily routine now
lost at twenty, never regained
still waiting...
still shaking...
my body shakes
my soul is shaking
Dear Mister all knowing -
when, if ever, will it stop?
Even if it does, I'll still be shook -
afraid of shaking again.
Knowing it still lingers
knowing it still lives
deep within the recesses
part of daily routine now
lost at twenty, never regained
still waiting...
still shaking...
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*Sigh*
Like a jacket I want to be
cloaked so no one can see or hear me
the inner workings or thoughts I spell
things I've thought or things I've felt
Everyone's got their deepest fumes
in the belly in the head in the heart they loom
is sharing the burden of making others feel it too
complaining isn't necessary, just keep it inside you
so many people in this world, all of us have thoughts
feelings fears hopes dreams worrys regrets happiness sadness
madness badness pureness innocentness everythingness
so why come on here and tell strangers what...
cloaked so no one can see or hear me
the inner workings or thoughts I spell
things I've thought or things I've felt
Everyone's got their deepest fumes
in the belly in the head in the heart they loom
is sharing the burden of making others feel it too
complaining isn't necessary, just keep it inside you
so many people in this world, all of us have thoughts
feelings fears hopes dreams worrys regrets happiness sadness
madness badness pureness innocentness everythingness
so why come on here and tell strangers what...
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