Submissions by Darcony
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 7:20pm
30th Jul 2015 7:20pm
Thinking Is For The Monkeys
Somewhere between it all
It starts to make sense
Oh how my mind starts to work
Cogs turning slower and slower
Until it reaches that sweet point
Where I can just go where the world takes me
Not burdened by decisions
No hassle of intellect
I become a particle
And in this new found freedom
My fellow particles and I don't hold prejudice
There is no living or dead
No animated or inanimate
But still we all communicate
And we hear each other loud and clear
For it is without the constraints of thought
And of our ever entrapping minds...
It starts to make sense
Oh how my mind starts to work
Cogs turning slower and slower
Until it reaches that sweet point
Where I can just go where the world takes me
Not burdened by decisions
No hassle of intellect
I become a particle
And in this new found freedom
My fellow particles and I don't hold prejudice
There is no living or dead
No animated or inanimate
But still we all communicate
And we hear each other loud and clear
For it is without the constraints of thought
And of our ever entrapping minds...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2015 6:42pm
30th Jul 2015 6:42pm
Solitude
Alone in my room
It's always inviting
No worries, no judgement from the outside
Even those closest to me
As much as I love them so
I can't help but find grating
Awful as that makes me sound
My room is what grounds me
What reminds me that I don't have to be perfect
That I'm not supposed to be perfect
That I don't want to be perfect
Alone in my room
I'm left with just a voice
Both inside and outside my head
A voice that sometimes doesn't know when to shut up
A voice that no less than moments earlier
Was passive, mundane and...
It's always inviting
No worries, no judgement from the outside
Even those closest to me
As much as I love them so
I can't help but find grating
Awful as that makes me sound
My room is what grounds me
What reminds me that I don't have to be perfect
That I'm not supposed to be perfect
That I don't want to be perfect
Alone in my room
I'm left with just a voice
Both inside and outside my head
A voice that sometimes doesn't know when to shut up
A voice that no less than moments earlier
Was passive, mundane and...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2015 3:38pm
29th Jul 2015 3:38pm
These Post Pubescent Lies
Lighter, papers, walk on out
It doesn't take a genius to see where it's lead
Inhale, breath out
Same old fucking thing
Eyes red from the poison that my mind eggs on
Am I sane? Who cares?
You don't need a clear head!
My blackened veins dictate a life that floats by
Why should I live your way
I'm perfectly content with this numbing inside
So tell yourself again
So those same old lies
"I don't need family"
And "I don't need friends"
Just block out all the thoughts
And the shame that comes with them
I bet you...
It doesn't take a genius to see where it's lead
Inhale, breath out
Same old fucking thing
Eyes red from the poison that my mind eggs on
Am I sane? Who cares?
You don't need a clear head!
My blackened veins dictate a life that floats by
Why should I live your way
I'm perfectly content with this numbing inside
So tell yourself again
So those same old lies
"I don't need family"
And "I don't need friends"
Just block out all the thoughts
And the shame that comes with them
I bet you...
470 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2015 1:23am
29th Jul 2015 1:23am
Coma
Drained of this blood
Of this giving force
I've forgotten what it's like
To want and to feel
To have and to hold
There's now only sickness
There's no health
How long must I suffer
There's no point in sleeping
This bitter wake's too real
Endure it in silence
For the better part of these not so better tomorrows
So many goodbyes
That these words are nothing but rehearsed nonsense
Is it because of my old ways
That I'm left here in this shell?
Trapped
Engulfed
Claustrophobic
And a complete lack of want
A...
Of this giving force
I've forgotten what it's like
To want and to feel
To have and to hold
There's now only sickness
There's no health
How long must I suffer
There's no point in sleeping
This bitter wake's too real
Endure it in silence
For the better part of these not so better tomorrows
So many goodbyes
That these words are nothing but rehearsed nonsense
Is it because of my old ways
That I'm left here in this shell?
Trapped
Engulfed
Claustrophobic
And a complete lack of want
A...
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2015 00:20am
29th Jul 2015 00:20am
Fear and Self Loathing
It's beating a thousand times
In the space of a minute
I may exaggerate once or twice
But I find it hard to forget this
Somebody please revive me
Because I've drowned in my stupidity
It seems the only time I feel fear so engulfing
Its due to my own foolish devices
It's funny how the thoughts that come to me in my hours of need
Are those that come in my moments of shame
Those thoughts of how you've disappointed
Those thoughts of wishing you were who you were before...
Before reality took you by its claws
And dragged you into it's darkest...
In the space of a minute
I may exaggerate once or twice
But I find it hard to forget this
Somebody please revive me
Because I've drowned in my stupidity
It seems the only time I feel fear so engulfing
Its due to my own foolish devices
It's funny how the thoughts that come to me in my hours of need
Are those that come in my moments of shame
Those thoughts of how you've disappointed
Those thoughts of wishing you were who you were before...
Before reality took you by its claws
And dragged you into it's darkest...
556 reads
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