Submissions by CrueLworLD
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2014 3:00am
6th Dec 2014 3:00am
Rearrange!
Smile. Can you? Or will you? Only can on hand? Accomplish proper difference. Need necessary back-up. Rearrange your future. Pour feelings out. Hiding, nothing but an ignorant option. Prepare for the best, and let the worst tear you apart. Compromise as treatment. Learn. Some things never change. But will if you Will, not can. Keep on looking in the rear view until satisfaction is obtainable. Never deny Fate as your destiny. Fate will be altered with endurance, distorting destiny for the good, or the bad.
You decide.
-CrueLworLD-
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You decide.
-CrueLworLD-
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2014 10:42pm
5th Dec 2014 10:42pm
Broken Roots
Machine gun words riddle through flesh. Falling to the floor, unable to speak anymore. Peircings run deep within our tree. Exiting with splatters of annihilated promises, is all I see. Regurgitate the years, show no tears. What once was a unit, now is only me, trying to explain our connected life to a dead numb tree. Deceiving underminded trash, obliterating life as we knew. Created a constant struggle, this fucking illogical battle. Fighting for a smile, is what you summon. This is Not war as stated. It's allusions of selfishness, that direct our current towards this sea of broken...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2014 1:32am
4th Dec 2014 1:32am
The Game of Life.
Today is unalike. Not unpleasant, just distinctive. One of those, what could it have been days. You have so many choices throughout life. Sometimes it feels like a gem is hiding under 1 of 3000 cups all stirred around. All you have to do is pick your suited one. All appear to be a remarkable fortune at the time, despite only one being your true fate. Select your cup, ride it out, and see if it turns out to be your destiny. Some people can go throughout their whole lives picking the wrong cup, only to be let down an hour, a month.... a year ... or even 15 years later. So much time,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2014 1:05am
4th Dec 2014 1:05am
Love
Love...
Love is an absurd element in life. It's an existence that can possibly tear your heart apart. If so, after finally gathering all the fragments discovered in various locations, and gently mending it back in sync with your personality. What do you do?
Go out and try to find Love again.
The machine that agonized you the most is the essence of what you seek .. Love. Why does one let love magnetize you to a downward spiral? Then once you rise above all the illusional bullshit, you forge ahead and try to find it again? You can live...
Love is an absurd element in life. It's an existence that can possibly tear your heart apart. If so, after finally gathering all the fragments discovered in various locations, and gently mending it back in sync with your personality. What do you do?
Go out and try to find Love again.
The machine that agonized you the most is the essence of what you seek .. Love. Why does one let love magnetize you to a downward spiral? Then once you rise above all the illusional bullshit, you forge ahead and try to find it again? You can live...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2014 5:08pm
31st May 2014 5:08pm
Lost souL
You left without warning,
No one will understand why.
I know this may sound crazy,
But daddy HAS heard you cry.
I love you very much,
and that will never change.
Even though that day was sunny,
all daddy saw was painful rain.
You would have been 4 today,
such a big girl to me.
But their isn't anyone to blow out your candles,
so instead this poem is for you, your sisters, mamma, and me.
Even though we hear you playing,
we haven't the chance to meet.
I know you would be so beautiful,
and of course so very sweet.
I bet...
No one will understand why.
I know this may sound crazy,
But daddy HAS heard you cry.
I love you very much,
and that will never change.
Even though that day was sunny,
all daddy saw was painful rain.
You would have been 4 today,
such a big girl to me.
But their isn't anyone to blow out your candles,
so instead this poem is for you, your sisters, mamma, and me.
Even though we hear you playing,
we haven't the chance to meet.
I know you would be so beautiful,
and of course so very sweet.
I bet...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2014 4:53pm
31st May 2014 4:53pm
LO / VE
How can one destroy their own feelings inside their soul towards someone so quickly. This creates an emptiness inside the ones that still have true love and have totally forgot how to refill. Once they're gone that hole gets bigger and your heart falls out and gets cut in half with the most painful knife anyone could imagine. Where do you go from here? How does one even attempt to pick up the pieces after that much time of pure love. The trust for the opposite sex disapears completely. Your foundation tumbles over, no matter how strong it was built up in the past. This pain makes your...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2014 8:57pm
8th Mar 2014 8:57pm
Chosen Path
Been wandering down this path so long, it feels like home. A tattered security blanket smothers me, wherever i may roam. If I reach the end, I will be rewarded with the obvious. The closer I get, the more I forget.
The end is approaching, but I just don't know, which day will it overcome me. What day shall the reaper show?
One mourning I awake, hear a voice yelling at the top of its lungs. The voice is so faint, because of how far i've become. "Close your eyes, free your thoughts, and you will see, the other path that your destined to be. Get off that dusty road, let...
The end is approaching, but I just don't know, which day will it overcome me. What day shall the reaper show?
One mourning I awake, hear a voice yelling at the top of its lungs. The voice is so faint, because of how far i've become. "Close your eyes, free your thoughts, and you will see, the other path that your destined to be. Get off that dusty road, let...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2014 00:11am
2nd Mar 2014 00:11am
My Lighted Head
I feel myself drifting away, this moment is turning a dullish gray.. my head is starting to sway. My soul is beginning to rise, and my body starts the compromise.. to all this potion in my veins, its taking away all these pains, and releases me from these chains. Now I've wandered astray. I feel vertical in a horizontal way, this moment in my space, is what’s creating this happy face.. Now that I’ve left here, I feel at home, there is no telling now, where my mind may roam.. the traffic exceeds speeds beyond limitations.. just flowing within the groove, creating mind altering sensations....
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 4:13pm
1st Mar 2014 4:13pm
My Rock
Here again, for the third time, trying to break down the thoughts in my mind. Sober as a rock, but stuck underneath, where the mold and the maggots climb. Nothing to do but clean it up, takes too much time, I am impatient, with too much love on my mind.
I feel I'd do anything for you, but my mind has been way too blue, seaking out puzzle bits, while sorting out all my other shit. I've made a mess of things.. I know, as I kept digging below. Which brings me to this rock. This dirty ass rock. I'd like to throw it as far as I could, but it's too heavy right now, and way too cold....
I feel I'd do anything for you, but my mind has been way too blue, seaking out puzzle bits, while sorting out all my other shit. I've made a mess of things.. I know, as I kept digging below. Which brings me to this rock. This dirty ass rock. I'd like to throw it as far as I could, but it's too heavy right now, and way too cold....
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2014 4:09pm
1st Mar 2014 4:09pm
Once we're lost
A pleasing beautiful person, my best friend, my lover until the very end. Feeling that Power so long, relied on love as it kept budding vigorously. Now appearing so faded. Comparable to losing your glasses, and having to squint every day. how do you live with love and limit its pronunciation? The heart sees love, it just isn't allowed to express it. powerlessness. With intensified sensitivity, ultimately weakening happiness. Maybe tomorrow will be exceptional. Or doomed for eternity. Who knows? The waiting is the hardest thing to do. Almost like nails on a chalkboard slowly...
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