Submissions by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My stage name is Cloven and much of my writing is influenced by a lot of the music and mood of the music I listen to and is often heavier and philosophical in nature.
Prosthetic Gardens
Is this wellness or just the illusion of it
Getting hung up on luxuries in the illusion of what is need
Price gouging desperation
Manufactures of the living
Manipulating circumstances by strings weaved through the hands of multiple marionettes
How do I learn to lead this dance when I’m getting pulled in every direction
When all everyone knows is what not to do
Lording over us at the mercy of this pride
Enlighten me with outdated wisdom in yesterdays landscape
Could you navigate it all so well today
Dysfunctions on repeat, the panic...
Getting hung up on luxuries in the illusion of what is need
Price gouging desperation
Manufactures of the living
Manipulating circumstances by strings weaved through the hands of multiple marionettes
How do I learn to lead this dance when I’m getting pulled in every direction
When all everyone knows is what not to do
Lording over us at the mercy of this pride
Enlighten me with outdated wisdom in yesterdays landscape
Could you navigate it all so well today
Dysfunctions on repeat, the panic...
#anxiety
#dreams
#family
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
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Lying Sorrows
At the foot of a mountain
Every precipice a false summit
Every peak stands tall but is still just a valley
Tending to dying gardens on repeat
Every season of our glory is temporal
Every breath we take but a means to an end
Caught in routine ruts and count downs to moments of fleeting beauty
Constructing a perishing kingdom
A slow fix for a sinking ship
Capsizing, it’s a losing battle to salvage the vessel
No escapes but for rescues
Living like this is the end all be all
Making our beds in transition
This waiting room...
Every precipice a false summit
Every peak stands tall but is still just a valley
Tending to dying gardens on repeat
Every season of our glory is temporal
Every breath we take but a means to an end
Caught in routine ruts and count downs to moments of fleeting beauty
Constructing a perishing kingdom
A slow fix for a sinking ship
Capsizing, it’s a losing battle to salvage the vessel
No escapes but for rescues
Living like this is the end all be all
Making our beds in transition
This waiting room...
#faith
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
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Social Con Artists
I keep trying to break even but I just keep breaking odd
When it’s debts to liabilities and everything is mortgaged by the deficit of anxiety
Calibrate to find the best fit line
As I learn to operate in the chaos from a place of peace
Resolve structured after a vision fortified
We are not making home, we’re just trying to meet the ends
No use rehashing the lessons we’ve already learned
When the consumer is the kindling for the way the world burns
We’re buying back the illusion of what we own with every penny that we earn
In a world clothed of...
When it’s debts to liabilities and everything is mortgaged by the deficit of anxiety
Calibrate to find the best fit line
As I learn to operate in the chaos from a place of peace
Resolve structured after a vision fortified
We are not making home, we’re just trying to meet the ends
No use rehashing the lessons we’ve already learned
When the consumer is the kindling for the way the world burns
We’re buying back the illusion of what we own with every penny that we earn
In a world clothed of...
#anxiety
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#money
#politics
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Illnesses of Mass Destruction
Face to face with life
Am I the blessing or the curse
Weary in the valley
Lost for the temporal beauty of the shadow
Trying to find the words to say it all
Make sense of it and find my peace again
I write letters in a perpetual state of transition
Shouting into the void, the echoes of anguish and hopes that fluctuate between confidence and question
Caught in the in between
Trying to find a sense of home in a world that I don’t belong
Hungry is my exile heart, banished by sabotaged and betrayed affections
As I oscillate between...
Am I the blessing or the curse
Weary in the valley
Lost for the temporal beauty of the shadow
Trying to find the words to say it all
Make sense of it and find my peace again
I write letters in a perpetual state of transition
Shouting into the void, the echoes of anguish and hopes that fluctuate between confidence and question
Caught in the in between
Trying to find a sense of home in a world that I don’t belong
Hungry is my exile heart, banished by sabotaged and betrayed affections
As I oscillate between...
#addiction
#cancer
#Christian
#mother
#sadness
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Honeymoon Before A Salty Sunrise
Caught in a web
This network of codependent usury
Feed your pride on the terms of love redefined
Stroke your ego and lick your wounds
Never the predator when you’re always the victim
Tell me how you know you’re not perfect
With a subtext of superiority
Complexes and justifications of the will to compare
Entitlements of the blood thirsty
Quench your self redemption while you place a knife in the back of another
What is your love worth without sacrifice when it’s limit is found in what you’re unwilling to give
Cast your...
This network of codependent usury
Feed your pride on the terms of love redefined
Stroke your ego and lick your wounds
Never the predator when you’re always the victim
Tell me how you know you’re not perfect
With a subtext of superiority
Complexes and justifications of the will to compare
Entitlements of the blood thirsty
Quench your self redemption while you place a knife in the back of another
What is your love worth without sacrifice when it’s limit is found in what you’re unwilling to give
Cast your...
#betrayal
#corruption
#lies
#lust
#morality
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The Illusion of A Dream Come True
Lost in a war of thoughts that compete for my inordinate affections
On a scale of vanity to the cost of living and all that takes from me
Dare I risk the hopes of dreaming as I mortgage my heart to the point of bankruptcy for a voice
What’s the worth of being heard when pricelessness is price gouged on the terms of desperation
Taking advantage of time sensitive opportunities without a bargain for passion
How do I cash out when I’m up
The house always wins and the payouts are lacking
Feeling like an underrated wonder, caught in the marvel of the...
On a scale of vanity to the cost of living and all that takes from me
Dare I risk the hopes of dreaming as I mortgage my heart to the point of bankruptcy for a voice
What’s the worth of being heard when pricelessness is price gouged on the terms of desperation
Taking advantage of time sensitive opportunities without a bargain for passion
How do I cash out when I’m up
The house always wins and the payouts are lacking
Feeling like an underrated wonder, caught in the marvel of the...
#anger
#faith
#morality
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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A Liar’s Love
You swallow but you can’t stomach the pride you choke upon
And despite the paradise of a kiss there is no lust worth the gratification that sends a man to hell
Burning alive with a smile while you put up with the life you chose just to never have to admit you were wrong
The pain starts now, in the aftermath of an overrated pleasure
When it’s the high that leaves you in a place of a more devastating let down
You fell for it but you mask the side effects in the shell of your empty defense
Blaming the past on your current state of misery
It’s not...
And despite the paradise of a kiss there is no lust worth the gratification that sends a man to hell
Burning alive with a smile while you put up with the life you chose just to never have to admit you were wrong
The pain starts now, in the aftermath of an overrated pleasure
When it’s the high that leaves you in a place of a more devastating let down
You fell for it but you mask the side effects in the shell of your empty defense
Blaming the past on your current state of misery
It’s not...
#childhood
#father
#parent
#separation
#son
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Blood Sugar
Am I lost for negligence
In the devastation of these little things
Making molehills of another’s mountain
When I’m the witch on the other side of the hunt
Character assassination attempts on the premise of an oversight
Perceive me through the lens, the misguidance of emotion
How do I measure on a scale of honor to worthlessness
Tell me what I don’t know
When all that’s right is lost for the ways I get it wrong
I’ve no leg to stand on when I’m just as soon the critic
Nevertheless it’s the benefit of the doubt that makes the...
In the devastation of these little things
Making molehills of another’s mountain
When I’m the witch on the other side of the hunt
Character assassination attempts on the premise of an oversight
Perceive me through the lens, the misguidance of emotion
How do I measure on a scale of honor to worthlessness
Tell me what I don’t know
When all that’s right is lost for the ways I get it wrong
I’ve no leg to stand on when I’m just as soon the critic
Nevertheless it’s the benefit of the doubt that makes the...
#anger
#disappointment
#regret
#rejection
#sadness
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Honest To A Fault
Put yourself on trial
When conscience speaks to interrogate without a guilty plea
Follow your heart but you lost it when love became the casualty
Co conspirators of sabotage and swayed scales of fabricated morality
Synchronized marionettes in the puppeteering of a scandal
Face the facts through the filter of the lies when the truth is something you can’t handle
Is this just my assumption in the allegations of the motive when I misread the abundance of your heart
Guilty by association with these words that reveal your silent counterpart
...
When conscience speaks to interrogate without a guilty plea
Follow your heart but you lost it when love became the casualty
Co conspirators of sabotage and swayed scales of fabricated morality
Synchronized marionettes in the puppeteering of a scandal
Face the facts through the filter of the lies when the truth is something you can’t handle
Is this just my assumption in the allegations of the motive when I misread the abundance of your heart
Guilty by association with these words that reveal your silent counterpart
...
#anger
#father
#fatherhood
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
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Self-Love Song
How far in must I get to be heard
It seems no matter how I put it, you still don’t hear a single word
Through filters of pride and the will to misunderstand
I’m casualty to your resentment and your broken upper hand
When success is an illusion and achievements are in vain
Justify your cowardice against how you weigh the delusion of my pain
I guess the scars don’t exist, it’s just imaginary the way that I bleed
As it all seeps to the surface and my lips make roses of every weed
Trace back the roots, the garden is overrun
If you...
It seems no matter how I put it, you still don’t hear a single word
Through filters of pride and the will to misunderstand
I’m casualty to your resentment and your broken upper hand
When success is an illusion and achievements are in vain
Justify your cowardice against how you weigh the delusion of my pain
I guess the scars don’t exist, it’s just imaginary the way that I bleed
As it all seeps to the surface and my lips make roses of every weed
Trace back the roots, the garden is overrun
If you...
#father
#fatherhood
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#separation
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Consolation
Capturing the digital echo
Resounding at will
Our faces sing inside a web of catacombs
All that’s left is the shell
When life is drank like nectar from the dried up wells of undead memory
I live and suffer the beauty
Waking up in the dream of you that I can’t keep
Every morning another lamentation
Every night I bring you back to life when I close my eyes
Slumbering for visitation rights between this present hell and heavenly getaways
Like portals of transcendence behind my eyelids
Smother me with affections in my...
Resounding at will
Our faces sing inside a web of catacombs
All that’s left is the shell
When life is drank like nectar from the dried up wells of undead memory
I live and suffer the beauty
Waking up in the dream of you that I can’t keep
Every morning another lamentation
Every night I bring you back to life when I close my eyes
Slumbering for visitation rights between this present hell and heavenly getaways
Like portals of transcendence behind my eyelids
Smother me with affections in my...
#death
#dreams
#hope
#mother
#sadness
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DU Poetry : Submissions by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)