Submissions by Atan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Happiness = Sacrifice
I want her to have happiness... To obtain peace... For her days to get better. For her to life add color... For her life not to be empty...Even if the exchanges are my own happiness... By being muted... By being cut... I'll blindly obey... Because I love her...and I have to let her go... Even if it cost me an immeasurable time of misery...
#justwanttoblurtitout
~Atan
#justwanttoblurtitout
~Atan
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Blind
Inks that are spent with all the emotion I can spare
Every ounce of purity my soul can bare
Like the sunrise and the sunset, out of reach, but always there
Alone with a portrait of you, every night, I blindly stare.
The white and black turn to grey
Colors and hues had gone astray
All left is numbness, chained to stay
Visions reach but can not held... far away
"Do not let me win just because I am a woman" you once said
"Both of us are equals" I replied... and it became my bravado in my head.
It eats me, consumes me, devours...
Every ounce of purity my soul can bare
Like the sunrise and the sunset, out of reach, but always there
Alone with a portrait of you, every night, I blindly stare.
The white and black turn to grey
Colors and hues had gone astray
All left is numbness, chained to stay
Visions reach but can not held... far away
"Do not let me win just because I am a woman" you once said
"Both of us are equals" I replied... and it became my bravado in my head.
It eats me, consumes me, devours...
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T.I.R.E.D.
Fueled by blindness
Driven by greed
Armor, layered with thick foolishness
Weapon, sharpened with hope in vain
Madness cropped at its best
A warrior pulled out of my thigh... signifying nothing
All battles entered, never won
Numbness, only trophy kept
Tired of tiredness
I slowly wither
Numb with solace
Fading in every pulse and beat of veins
An era that dawns failure
consuming me voraciously
~Atan
Driven by greed
Armor, layered with thick foolishness
Weapon, sharpened with hope in vain
Madness cropped at its best
A warrior pulled out of my thigh... signifying nothing
All battles entered, never won
Numbness, only trophy kept
Tired of tiredness
I slowly wither
Numb with solace
Fading in every pulse and beat of veins
An era that dawns failure
consuming me voraciously
~Atan
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