Submissions by Carpe_Noctem
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“However beautiful a song may be,it is just a tune to thosewho do not understand its meaning.”― Milarepa
renunciate ( or a few last words)
What if I where to tell you, that I am nothing more than the concept imputed within mind. Some stoned junkie perhaps?
Or a contentious retarded cunt ( cunts are useful).
The notion of others whatever that may be.
Stopped giving a fuck about what society thinks
Threw my clippers and hairbrush away, let it grow let it grow. Before too long a wookie greeted me in the mirror.
Got asked if I was a rastah on account of my locks, to which I replied, nah just lazy
Parenting is akin to dancing one legged through a minefield. Knowing you will end up...
Or a contentious retarded cunt ( cunts are useful).
The notion of others whatever that may be.
Stopped giving a fuck about what society thinks
Threw my clippers and hairbrush away, let it grow let it grow. Before too long a wookie greeted me in the mirror.
Got asked if I was a rastah on account of my locks, to which I replied, nah just lazy
Parenting is akin to dancing one legged through a minefield. Knowing you will end up...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
I'm in love
I'm in love with something my soul can not reflect
Seen by those that play admonishment
Drinking those that fall like some cheap refreshment
I'm in love with more than this physical concept
Those that grasp come off as inept
The physical is all they deem to protect
I'm in love with flying high
Fear not baby don't cry
Some folks like to point and say that's the bad guy
I'm in love with all the flaws
Fallen yet unbroken picked up off the floor ...
Seen by those that play admonishment
Drinking those that fall like some cheap refreshment
I'm in love with more than this physical concept
Those that grasp come off as inept
The physical is all they deem to protect
I'm in love with flying high
Fear not baby don't cry
Some folks like to point and say that's the bad guy
I'm in love with all the flaws
Fallen yet unbroken picked up off the floor ...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
90 reads
0 Comments
Sometimes saltwater lingers in closed wounds

#suffering
#TimeHeals
50 reads
1 Comment
Take this pill whatever colour you desire
Have you ever wondered, or have you not the time to wonder,
about the nature of what is reality?
Do you know what society is, I mean really know what society is?
Society is a story we tell ourselves. A fairy tale told to children
This is society's truth, an agreed upon story, consciously retold, slightly rewritten,
then retold again and again. Just as the sun sets, so to the full moon shines.
YOU. I. SELF. We are all data fragments in a simulation, nothing more.
We grasp at the illusion like a child grasps a warm blanket. ...
about the nature of what is reality?
Do you know what society is, I mean really know what society is?
Society is a story we tell ourselves. A fairy tale told to children
This is society's truth, an agreed upon story, consciously retold, slightly rewritten,
then retold again and again. Just as the sun sets, so to the full moon shines.
YOU. I. SELF. We are all data fragments in a simulation, nothing more.
We grasp at the illusion like a child grasps a warm blanket. ...
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
131 reads
7 Comments
Marpa The Translator
Thought he would be some elite MC
spitting rhymes about towers
peace love and those happy feel showers
even presented with an offering of nettles and flowers
turns out he was some Buddhist sage
saw through the emptiness of the gesture
this lineage is not for you
back to the cave for contemplation green man
spitting rhymes about towers
peace love and those happy feel showers
even presented with an offering of nettles and flowers
turns out he was some Buddhist sage
saw through the emptiness of the gesture
this lineage is not for you
back to the cave for contemplation green man
#Buddhist
#philosophical
#spiritual
60 reads
0 Comments
Flayed
A ghost that haunts every time the mirror reflects
crying shame
biting clawing for more
everyone wants a piece
the fuse lit many moons ago
sitting cross legged playing Russian roulette with the ego
finding that balance between bliss emptiness and suffering
burnt offerings throughout the night eyes blinded by the dawns light
crying shame
biting clawing for more
everyone wants a piece
the fuse lit many moons ago
sitting cross legged playing Russian roulette with the ego
finding that balance between bliss emptiness and suffering
burnt offerings throughout the night eyes blinded by the dawns light
#suffering
56 reads
1 Comment
Struggling Autisms
Struggling to function in a world that's dysfunctional
Struggling to view the face in the mirror
Struggling with the concept of existence
Struggling with the impermanence
Struggling to kick certain habits
Struggling to look you in the eyes
Struggling with these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
Struggling to view the face in the mirror
Struggling with the concept of existence
Struggling with the impermanence
Struggling to kick certain habits
Struggling to look you in the eyes
Struggling with these little conversations
Struggling with the flow
Struggling out of time
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
104 reads
3 Comments
All the tracks where concealed
listen to the snow
lay naked in the fields white purity
all this suffering
contrasted within individual beauty
grief washed away
primrose to the springs thaw
lay naked in the fields white purity
all this suffering
contrasted within individual beauty
grief washed away
primrose to the springs thaw
#grief
#healing
#MentalHealth
89 reads
5 Comments
Inward facing tear
The exterior surface presents itself
Well weathered time carved surface
This facade? Thin veneered mask
How I ought to feel
Indeed the oak tree presents itself, tall strong
So to the weeping willow such a contrasted name
Well weathered time carved surface
This facade? Thin veneered mask
How I ought to feel
Indeed the oak tree presents itself, tall strong
So to the weeping willow such a contrasted name
#hurt
#sadness
72 reads
1 Comment
White Sands
Jackal and carron picked my remains
yet still I lay
white sands
starry night body flayed
yet still I lay
white sands
bleached sun dried partially buried
yet still I lay
yet still I lay
white sands
starry night body flayed
yet still I lay
white sands
bleached sun dried partially buried
yet still I lay
#travel
68 reads
1 Comment
Everyone forgets my f**king birthday
Generally I'm not a big song and ceremony type
when it comes to birthday hype
If someone asks, I tell them the day
However beyond that I won't remind. Not my way
when it comes to birthday hype
If someone asks, I tell them the day
However beyond that I won't remind. Not my way
#aging
#funny
#LifeCycle
113 reads
5 Comments
When the bridge keeps getting burnt
One has to ask
Who the arsonist is
Who the arsonist is
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
97 reads
1 Comment
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