Submissions by Battered-Suitcases (Battered Suitcases)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing since I was about 9, love the beat poets and anything that's purely honest
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Predator
Predator
Give them what they want, secrets and flattery
It’s your mundane little game of assault and battery
You once told me crawled through the darkness just to finish a sequel
How you stood tall and strong but still had to look through the peephole
You got down on your knees, crushing their hearts underneath them
Dancing in your dungeon, trying to bury all your sin
But you don’t win, you don’t win.
Give it all you got but you ain’t got the power
You crouch back into your past like a natural coward
You once told me crawled...
Give them what they want, secrets and flattery
It’s your mundane little game of assault and battery
You once told me crawled through the darkness just to finish a sequel
How you stood tall and strong but still had to look through the peephole
You got down on your knees, crushing their hearts underneath them
Dancing in your dungeon, trying to bury all your sin
But you don’t win, you don’t win.
Give it all you got but you ain’t got the power
You crouch back into your past like a natural coward
You once told me crawled...
#regret
#heartbroken
#shame
#confusion
#disappointment
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My Words, My Thoughts
My words, my thoughts, wise?
Or the mere utterances of a fool?
The ranting of mediocre madness.
I don’t know.
This very ignorance my only wisdom,
this very ignorance my only truth.
My words, my thoughts, lies.
Or the mere utterances of a fool?
The ranting of mediocre madness.
I don’t know.
This very ignorance my only wisdom,
this very ignorance my only truth.
My words, my thoughts, lies.
#philosophical
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In-skirts
In-skirts
My soul clangs against my brain
Like an empty prisoners cup runs against cold metal bars.
Radiating and disturbing the silence
of an otherwise ignorant peace.
Chambered in its hopeless plea for freedom,
settles back onto to its tiny cot, bewildered,
dingy with grief in a sea of wrinkled, restless dismay.
No saving’s grace, no hero’s ride,
no best-ever recipe (file baked inside)
can free me now.
This is the in-skirts of reality
This is where we get stuck
Stuck moving
From one parent to the next ...
My soul clangs against my brain
Like an empty prisoners cup runs against cold metal bars.
Radiating and disturbing the silence
of an otherwise ignorant peace.
Chambered in its hopeless plea for freedom,
settles back onto to its tiny cot, bewildered,
dingy with grief in a sea of wrinkled, restless dismay.
No saving’s grace, no hero’s ride,
no best-ever recipe (file baked inside)
can free me now.
This is the in-skirts of reality
This is where we get stuck
Stuck moving
From one parent to the next ...
#humankind
#morality
#responsibility
#manipulation
#karma
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