Submissions by BloodyDrums (Chipoko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I put down what i think, i record most of it, but not on ink, audio or video. If i could, I'd submit everyday, but some things are better left unread, until another day
DARK POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 11:21pm
17th Apr 2015 11:21pm
Knight of nights
It was a dark and dreary time
Where shadows danced about
Whispers felt sharp knives
But impossible
to cut through the tension
No flashlight
No protection
Just the power of my legs
Silence, would have been better
Than these movements in the air
I slip it out
Of my pocket
And watch it shimmer in the moonlight
I fiddle with it
I like to play
I want to try wearing it on my wrist
Then she comes
Drenched in red
Eyes as black as night
She pushes me against the tree
Im confused
By the confidence that she...
Where shadows danced about
Whispers felt sharp knives
But impossible
to cut through the tension
No flashlight
No protection
Just the power of my legs
Silence, would have been better
Than these movements in the air
I slip it out
Of my pocket
And watch it shimmer in the moonlight
I fiddle with it
I like to play
I want to try wearing it on my wrist
Then she comes
Drenched in red
Eyes as black as night
She pushes me against the tree
Im confused
By the confidence that she...
659 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 9:40am
10th Apr 2015 9:40am
He Knows
He walks, with that inconspicuous grin
showing whats possibly there
he never stares, only..
the occasional glare
nothing about him makes him extraordinary
average height
average build
average life
and a slightly above average,
intelligence
i say this why?
because he knows
he gives you that smile
and it glows
it really is hypnotising
his teeth, crafted to ultimate perfection
he knows
this smile,
so much hidden between it
you could get lost in it and forget
exacly where you are...
showing whats possibly there
he never stares, only..
the occasional glare
nothing about him makes him extraordinary
average height
average build
average life
and a slightly above average,
intelligence
i say this why?
because he knows
he gives you that smile
and it glows
it really is hypnotising
his teeth, crafted to ultimate perfection
he knows
this smile,
so much hidden between it
you could get lost in it and forget
exacly where you are...
803 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2015 8:38am
5th Apr 2015 8:38am
Thoughts
These thoughts, they enter me
proding me
im not sure
if im struggiling or welcoming them
they invade my head space
and control knowledge intake
Fuck they come to me anytime
Anywhere!
at church
they want to play with me there
they wont go, THEY WONT LEAVE
i think im losing it, mentally
its harder to bring them to life
so they just eat away at my mind
keeping me inside
begging me to die
the whispering gets real high
Suggestions start to rise
labotomy is something i consider sometimes
But then again...
proding me
im not sure
if im struggiling or welcoming them
they invade my head space
and control knowledge intake
Fuck they come to me anytime
Anywhere!
at church
they want to play with me there
they wont go, THEY WONT LEAVE
i think im losing it, mentally
its harder to bring them to life
so they just eat away at my mind
keeping me inside
begging me to die
the whispering gets real high
Suggestions start to rise
labotomy is something i consider sometimes
But then again...
755 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Mar 2015 7:31pm
16th Mar 2015 7:31pm
Conditioning
Have you ever noticed that people suck?
i mean of course you have, everyone does
if you deny then you must be;
high
sick
delusional
or lying
there is no trusting these creatures
their new born multiplying
Vindictive
Coniving
Its growing inside me
internally crying
a need to be let out
but sucked back into the ground
by these "people"
i cannot pretend as if i am not one
its embarassing i must confess
i didnt like being a kid
i dont like kids
and growing up seems to...
i mean of course you have, everyone does
if you deny then you must be;
high
sick
delusional
or lying
there is no trusting these creatures
their new born multiplying
Vindictive
Coniving
Its growing inside me
internally crying
a need to be let out
but sucked back into the ground
by these "people"
i cannot pretend as if i am not one
its embarassing i must confess
i didnt like being a kid
i dont like kids
and growing up seems to...
705 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Feb 2015 11:36pm
27th Feb 2015 11:36pm
Educational penitentiary
Side by side
We sit, in a gaseous room
with a lit cigarette
Tourturing the tension undenyable from above
Not saying anything incase we blow up
Bitter is the winter of our cold war
Fighting as soon as we hit the floor
Plotting like demons of gore
Standing there in attention
Looking at the door with affection
Then the staring eyes get broken
And its, getting harder
To understand the words that they utter
Nansva abva kasa blanka aya washaya
licking like the tounges of lava
Haha
Its not funny, its stressed
Not so...
We sit, in a gaseous room
with a lit cigarette
Tourturing the tension undenyable from above
Not saying anything incase we blow up
Bitter is the winter of our cold war
Fighting as soon as we hit the floor
Plotting like demons of gore
Standing there in attention
Looking at the door with affection
Then the staring eyes get broken
And its, getting harder
To understand the words that they utter
Nansva abva kasa blanka aya washaya
licking like the tounges of lava
Haha
Its not funny, its stressed
Not so...
678 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2015 8:09pm
17th Feb 2015 8:09pm
Hidden
his smile, his jokes
the tone of voice
his laugh, his smell
those beautifully crafted words
the promises we made
our hopes and dreams
admiration and desire
total interest in eachother
the neglect, the confusion
words never said
forced smiles, knowing glances
fear
distance
i have become bitter
arrogant, unfoolish, hollow
no amount of music or jokes or movies or money can change that
no one can stop the breeze flowing through my chest
stubborness
im troubled by the emptiness
i cant forget you
the flame...
the tone of voice
his laugh, his smell
those beautifully crafted words
the promises we made
our hopes and dreams
admiration and desire
total interest in eachother
the neglect, the confusion
words never said
forced smiles, knowing glances
fear
distance
i have become bitter
arrogant, unfoolish, hollow
no amount of music or jokes or movies or money can change that
no one can stop the breeze flowing through my chest
stubborness
im troubled by the emptiness
i cant forget you
the flame...
742 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2015 3:05pm
17th Feb 2015 3:05pm
Hallo
Not an angel and not even close to being a demon
im not crazy, but how can i convince these people?
its like a broken record, so i dont even try
to pretend that i am a lover of people
i dont really like kissing the boys or girls
just toys i play with in my spare time
got better things to do like focus on staying alive
i'd be damned if another person becomes a reason i want to die
but the pills
and the fire
and razorblades once in my room
passing out
and the insomnia,
stressing out about what to do
i havent set a good...
im not crazy, but how can i convince these people?
its like a broken record, so i dont even try
to pretend that i am a lover of people
i dont really like kissing the boys or girls
just toys i play with in my spare time
got better things to do like focus on staying alive
i'd be damned if another person becomes a reason i want to die
but the pills
and the fire
and razorblades once in my room
passing out
and the insomnia,
stressing out about what to do
i havent set a good...
1164 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2014 11:39pm
16th Dec 2014 11:39pm
Nocturnal journey
i cant sleep
i've been trying and it feels impossible
i feel weak
i've been sturring
timeline blurring
my brain, antagonising my body
and its not because the light is on
and its not because it is off
its not because of the buzzing
or the cats
or the dogs
or the cold
or the noise of the tv
or the heat
the duvets or the summer sheets
maybe it's my bed
or all in my head
or maybe it's this very room!
'cause i rarely find sleep
in this room blue and green
where...
i've been trying and it feels impossible
i feel weak
i've been sturring
timeline blurring
my brain, antagonising my body
and its not because the light is on
and its not because it is off
its not because of the buzzing
or the cats
or the dogs
or the cold
or the noise of the tv
or the heat
the duvets or the summer sheets
maybe it's my bed
or all in my head
or maybe it's this very room!
'cause i rarely find sleep
in this room blue and green
where...
740 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2014 5:04pm
11th Dec 2014 5:04pm
Dear sister
i dont want to apologise
i don't want to say sorry
i don't want to beg you to love me
it might seem insensitive
but, none of what happened had anything to do with me
i haven't seen you in a while,
years...... a decade to be exact
so seeing as we rarely talk,
i feel no need to be nice.
the times i have heard of you
you are at your wits end
locking yourself in a bathroom;
clutching on a Bible, texting dad, saying goodbye
and that you will never see us again.
of all of my life's mysteries
you are the...
i don't want to say sorry
i don't want to beg you to love me
it might seem insensitive
but, none of what happened had anything to do with me
i haven't seen you in a while,
years...... a decade to be exact
so seeing as we rarely talk,
i feel no need to be nice.
the times i have heard of you
you are at your wits end
locking yourself in a bathroom;
clutching on a Bible, texting dad, saying goodbye
and that you will never see us again.
of all of my life's mysteries
you are the...
723 reads
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2014 10:05pm
15th Nov 2014 10:05pm
Open Wide
giving your body enough water
is as equally important as giving it enough rest
but if the only time you feel alive
and the only time you feel free
is the time when the world around you
seems to take a sigh of relief
does it really matter?
does being in a paralysed state of half conciousness,
hold any water?
i feel a hypnogogic sensation
when i am submerged into the nights independence
i........ i do not have the words to describe it,
the clearness of the blindness,
you make sense of it
of this and...
is as equally important as giving it enough rest
but if the only time you feel alive
and the only time you feel free
is the time when the world around you
seems to take a sigh of relief
does it really matter?
does being in a paralysed state of half conciousness,
hold any water?
i feel a hypnogogic sensation
when i am submerged into the nights independence
i........ i do not have the words to describe it,
the clearness of the blindness,
you make sense of it
of this and...
710 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 5:50pm
30th Oct 2014 5:50pm
chlorine
procrastination
the worst thing to be good at
ruined them
dissolving my BPD mind
all my life
i tried everything not to be one of them
as much as i dug into the concrete ground
i couldnt escape the reality
something so plain and clear
glowing crystaline
denial
im crazy
not crazy as in wild, confident, flamboyant, vibrant
crazy as in Boderline, Schizoid, Schizotypal, Paranoid
i must say im not suprised
i might just turn worse like them
turn into an abused broken record
no more hiding
time to lift my head above water ...
the worst thing to be good at
ruined them
dissolving my BPD mind
all my life
i tried everything not to be one of them
as much as i dug into the concrete ground
i couldnt escape the reality
something so plain and clear
glowing crystaline
denial
im crazy
not crazy as in wild, confident, flamboyant, vibrant
crazy as in Boderline, Schizoid, Schizotypal, Paranoid
i must say im not suprised
i might just turn worse like them
turn into an abused broken record
no more hiding
time to lift my head above water ...
1069 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2014 7:46pm
12th Oct 2014 7:46pm
chatter
it a fucked up world
living in a fucked up life
a messed up dad with a fucked up wife
and their crazy ass daughter who fantasises about knives
emotional siblings with secrets of their own
secrets of her own
living in the bundu
with silence as their hope
distrust coarsing in their blood
but weakness of wanting to be loved
fearing sin because they want to and live above
mistakes and pain, desperation for gain
selfless acts that end in rage
its no suprise that she freaks out the sain
cause she lives in insanity
her thoughts full of...
living in a fucked up life
a messed up dad with a fucked up wife
and their crazy ass daughter who fantasises about knives
emotional siblings with secrets of their own
secrets of her own
living in the bundu
with silence as their hope
distrust coarsing in their blood
but weakness of wanting to be loved
fearing sin because they want to and live above
mistakes and pain, desperation for gain
selfless acts that end in rage
its no suprise that she freaks out the sain
cause she lives in insanity
her thoughts full of...
711 reads
6 Comments
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