Submissions by CapriB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry fluctuates but it always come from somewhere that's a bit deeper and not so stuck at the surface.
Old and new
Pain..sadness..it used to be an everyday thing for me
But now most of it has gone and finally I can see
The backbone I had..my family
The muscle and skin..my friends and other kin
The being who put them there..God
But I was so blinded from the glint of the blade
The darkness of the voices went to a new depth of shade
The red that has spilled from my skin was a waste
It made me feel like an even bigger disgrace
But now I see that there was no point..Instead of looking for a sharp object
I should've been looking for the universal joint: Love
My...
But now most of it has gone and finally I can see
The backbone I had..my family
The muscle and skin..my friends and other kin
The being who put them there..God
But I was so blinded from the glint of the blade
The darkness of the voices went to a new depth of shade
The red that has spilled from my skin was a waste
It made me feel like an even bigger disgrace
But now I see that there was no point..Instead of looking for a sharp object
I should've been looking for the universal joint: Love
My...
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Transitioning to Happy
I see a peak of sun but there's a dreary fog over my sea of a brain.
The ray of sun has gone again.
There's a storm brewing in my oceanic mind.
Any hope for sun has been left behind, but alas there is land, a new stretch of land that has yet been touched by the fog or the storm.
In fact this land, the little stretch of land has only been touched by the sun. Now land ho, I've reached the land and the storm hasn't followed me.
I'm now living my days in a breezy haze of enlightenment and positivity.
The ray of sun has gone again.
There's a storm brewing in my oceanic mind.
Any hope for sun has been left behind, but alas there is land, a new stretch of land that has yet been touched by the fog or the storm.
In fact this land, the little stretch of land has only been touched by the sun. Now land ho, I've reached the land and the storm hasn't followed me.
I'm now living my days in a breezy haze of enlightenment and positivity.
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My heart
My heart is shattered to pieces and I don't have any glue to put it back together now and even though I try to fix it, there's always a piece that's missing
It's been stolen away from me never to return leaving a gaping hole in my heart
It hurts to know that the one I used to like took a dagger and stabbed me in my heart and back
Tonight my eyes burn from tears that's been held back for so long and I can't help but feel like the wicked witch as it burns my face with its wet path
I can literally feel my heart breaking almost as if thousands of needles are slowly picking at my...
It's been stolen away from me never to return leaving a gaping hole in my heart
It hurts to know that the one I used to like took a dagger and stabbed me in my heart and back
Tonight my eyes burn from tears that's been held back for so long and I can't help but feel like the wicked witch as it burns my face with its wet path
I can literally feel my heart breaking almost as if thousands of needles are slowly picking at my...
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