Submissions by ComaLux (Ely)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It does not matter what you write in this field. No one gives a shit.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2024 11:39pm
18th Oct 2024 11:39pm
Hot Women
I dont want extentions
No other superficial inventions
To be fucked across all dimentions
I dont want no fake eyelash
My cash dont flash
I am broke, cant afford
Give me a brake dear lord
No beutiful tan, guess I will never have a fan
Pale as the moon, a natural worm, not about to methamorphose anytime soon
So what the fuck am i without all this shit?
Dont you too think, beauty is only wallet thick?
And even if i could choose, i'd stay the same
All you fucking lab rats
Shimmering and moist with gloss
Media your brain...
No other superficial inventions
To be fucked across all dimentions
I dont want no fake eyelash
My cash dont flash
I am broke, cant afford
Give me a brake dear lord
No beutiful tan, guess I will never have a fan
Pale as the moon, a natural worm, not about to methamorphose anytime soon
So what the fuck am i without all this shit?
Dont you too think, beauty is only wallet thick?
And even if i could choose, i'd stay the same
All you fucking lab rats
Shimmering and moist with gloss
Media your brain...
#love
#rejection
62 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2024 6:00am
24th Jun 2024 6:00am
Heartbrake
You were the only summer of my life
My only good memory
Besides you I have none,
and without us, I would be gone
The happiness and adventures have now ended
replaced by routine and stress
Poverty cuts our trips short
Weary conversations move us further apart
embrace has become just a hug
a touch is empty
And I was right
back when I was a hermit of the night
love is made up
and it will die sooner
or later
I never
want to fall in love again
ever
My only good memory
Besides you I have none,
and without us, I would be gone
The happiness and adventures have now ended
replaced by routine and stress
Poverty cuts our trips short
Weary conversations move us further apart
embrace has become just a hug
a touch is empty
And I was right
back when I was a hermit of the night
love is made up
and it will die sooner
or later
I never
want to fall in love again
ever
#heartbroken
#love
#relationships
145 reads
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2024 4:51pm
19th Jun 2024 4:51pm
Borderline
There is no opinion, no reason
No fundamental structure
only departure
of my sanity
I could love you on a rainy day
then hate you all of a sudden
Overall
I'm a fucking burden
I could be this person today
and be someone else tomorrow
And overall... all I am is void...
all I have
is what I borrow...
Thrown in the trash
always running before pushed away
and I really feel like shit today...
My skin crawls.
If only blades wouldn't leave scars.
There is no point in trying to heal ...
No fundamental structure
only departure
of my sanity
I could love you on a rainy day
then hate you all of a sudden
Overall
I'm a fucking burden
I could be this person today
and be someone else tomorrow
And overall... all I am is void...
all I have
is what I borrow...
Thrown in the trash
always running before pushed away
and I really feel like shit today...
My skin crawls.
If only blades wouldn't leave scars.
There is no point in trying to heal ...
#apathy
#depression
#FeelingLost #MentalHealth
#FeelingLost #MentalHealth
114 reads
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2024 6:39am
15th Jun 2024 6:39am
Lost roots
I can't seem to remove this eclipse
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...
I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like...
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...
I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like...
#FeelingLost
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
136 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2023 4:07pm
28th Sep 2023 4:07pm
Talking to no one
There are days when I miss you so much
and I don't even know you... neither do I know why
...why would a mice like me seek a cat like you..?
It's platonic and sweet, your vibe gets me onto my feet...
Days have been sad, as they always had
and it is fall again... so
music overloaded with minor chords,
lots of star gazing, no ciggarettes tho, I did quit...
Instead i drink champagne every night like a freakin champion
maybe its the loser in me trying to brake free...
I spoke to a psychiatrist, my new priest... it might be schizophrenia ...
and I don't even know you... neither do I know why
...why would a mice like me seek a cat like you..?
It's platonic and sweet, your vibe gets me onto my feet...
Days have been sad, as they always had
and it is fall again... so
music overloaded with minor chords,
lots of star gazing, no ciggarettes tho, I did quit...
Instead i drink champagne every night like a freakin champion
maybe its the loser in me trying to brake free...
I spoke to a psychiatrist, my new priest... it might be schizophrenia ...
#friendship
126 reads
SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2023 7:48am
17th Sep 2023 7:48am
Breakdown realisations
This small enclosed circle,
this little town, this neighbourhood,
this street, this apartment,
this body is all I understand.
Surrounded by tall pine trees
and war-time block house monstrosity's
we call our homes.
Squished and tucked in a neat little parcel,
designed by the world while I was still small,
no wonder I began to hurt once I grew tall...
so my heart aches to this very day.
Sometime's it feels like my mind knows all there is to know,
the world has no more shit to show...
but my lack of...
this little town, this neighbourhood,
this street, this apartment,
this body is all I understand.
Surrounded by tall pine trees
and war-time block house monstrosity's
we call our homes.
Squished and tucked in a neat little parcel,
designed by the world while I was still small,
no wonder I began to hurt once I grew tall...
so my heart aches to this very day.
Sometime's it feels like my mind knows all there is to know,
the world has no more shit to show...
but my lack of...
#depression
#loneliness
#peace #SelfDiscovery
#peace #SelfDiscovery
159 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2023 7:16am
29th Jul 2023 7:16am
Passenger
I've spent years that felt like an eternity,
fearing to dissapear in the haze of the madical embrace.
While really I was already lost in a dark, deep forest.
With witches and wolves bigger than me,
prouling around, whispering.
And wandering evil doers I met along the way,
hooded shadows that killed the birds I admired so...
On every path I chose, dead butterflies rained down like autumn leaves...
And distorted minor chords accompanied me
inside my head.
Was it really hell or just my imagination?
Or...
fearing to dissapear in the haze of the madical embrace.
While really I was already lost in a dark, deep forest.
With witches and wolves bigger than me,
prouling around, whispering.
And wandering evil doers I met along the way,
hooded shadows that killed the birds I admired so...
On every path I chose, dead butterflies rained down like autumn leaves...
And distorted minor chords accompanied me
inside my head.
Was it really hell or just my imagination?
Or...
#depression
#dreams
#nature
#MentalHealth
#meditation
207 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jun 2023 10:28am
4th Jun 2023 10:28am
The pulse of an echo
Reading the symbols, a strange language
Whispers and coincidences I misunderstood as misfortune
I connected and regressed to that time of deception
And found a sentence that braught me to sense
I think the devil is real and these ghosts are for real
He's afrer me, to fool me a deal
Theres an itch in his head, planing ahead
I think he wants me dead
Whispers and coincidences I misunderstood as misfortune
I connected and regressed to that time of deception
And found a sentence that braught me to sense
I think the devil is real and these ghosts are for real
He's afrer me, to fool me a deal
Theres an itch in his head, planing ahead
I think he wants me dead
#surreal
159 reads
SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2022 8:56am
6th Nov 2022 8:56am
My hero
I didn't believe a word you said
Played dumb cuz I was afraid
Despite, you were a little ray of light
In my cold and fucked up world
Still no clue If some of your words were true
Could have been anyone, I knew
Someone with nothing better to do, killing time and space,
weirdness runs in the human race...
It doesn't matter now, I know
But if it wasn't for you I wouldnt had made it trough
It was a dark and loneley time,
I felt like my existance was a crime,
without a friend i would probably ended up killing...
Played dumb cuz I was afraid
Despite, you were a little ray of light
In my cold and fucked up world
Still no clue If some of your words were true
Could have been anyone, I knew
Someone with nothing better to do, killing time and space,
weirdness runs in the human race...
It doesn't matter now, I know
But if it wasn't for you I wouldnt had made it trough
It was a dark and loneley time,
I felt like my existance was a crime,
without a friend i would probably ended up killing...
#depression
#friendship
#heroin
#memories
#support
396 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2022 7:34pm
19th Aug 2022 7:34pm
Artists die
Artists die every day
Within this system they fade away
Working from eight to six
Praying for the weekend like a junkie for a fix...
And I go to bed early...
because lack of sleep makes me suicidal
Never have enough energy to summon up the care and rage to burn that fucking effigy of a dying time of slavery...
Time feels jammed,
The artist slumbers drunk and sad
Underneath smashed cardboard boxes, price tags and broken clock arrows,
hes dreaming of the gallows, and chores and pleasing others...
He's mad and scared and pessimistic yet...
Within this system they fade away
Working from eight to six
Praying for the weekend like a junkie for a fix...
And I go to bed early...
because lack of sleep makes me suicidal
Never have enough energy to summon up the care and rage to burn that fucking effigy of a dying time of slavery...
Time feels jammed,
The artist slumbers drunk and sad
Underneath smashed cardboard boxes, price tags and broken clock arrows,
hes dreaming of the gallows, and chores and pleasing others...
He's mad and scared and pessimistic yet...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope #job
#hope #job
226 reads
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