Submissions by Deadpoetanxiety
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2018 00:08am
7th Jun 2018 00:08am
Talk through me.
Catholic by birth, tribe, football team. Hard to unsubscribe it would seem.
In the name of the father, ghost and son. She lost her baby before it's life begun.
One day to go. The kicking stopped. From that day on religion...dropped.
Self confirmed Atheist from that day on. So much grief. And hope long gone.
"Did you feel scared believing in nothing?" A Pastor, Rabbi, Monk, Sadhu, Lama, Priest or Iman, asked. The opposite. Bliss in absolute nothingness.
Putting the logical in theological. I'm full of sense. But then I found Coincidence. ...
In the name of the father, ghost and son. She lost her baby before it's life begun.
One day to go. The kicking stopped. From that day on religion...dropped.
Self confirmed Atheist from that day on. So much grief. And hope long gone.
"Did you feel scared believing in nothing?" A Pastor, Rabbi, Monk, Sadhu, Lama, Priest or Iman, asked. The opposite. Bliss in absolute nothingness.
Putting the logical in theological. I'm full of sense. But then I found Coincidence. ...
#father
#birth
#death #spiritual
#death #spiritual
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SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2018 00:33am
18th May 2018 00:33am
Logging off.
Is that worse.
They do not care.
I've logged off.
Left them there.
Is that worse.
Than hanging on.
Seeking likes.
They don't know I'm gone.
A patter mask.
A joke facade.
It's not me online.
A dull placarde.
Mental health week.
MENTAL health week.
Mental HEALTH week.
Mental health WEAK.
So many stories.
Shared faux missery.
Seeking platitudes.
Sick and grissely.
You can't be sick.
But you're so funny.
It isn't me.
Can't see it's...
They do not care.
I've logged off.
Left them there.
Is that worse.
Than hanging on.
Seeking likes.
They don't know I'm gone.
A patter mask.
A joke facade.
It's not me online.
A dull placarde.
Mental health week.
MENTAL health week.
Mental HEALTH week.
Mental health WEAK.
So many stories.
Shared faux missery.
Seeking platitudes.
Sick and grissely.
You can't be sick.
But you're so funny.
It isn't me.
Can't see it's...
#depression
#technology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2018 7:14am
2nd May 2018 7:14am
Predream
One thirty nine. Twenty to two. I'm tired but not asleep. My eyes are heavy. The same feeling I had at six thirty this morning. Much like I will have at quarter past ten tomorrow.
They close slightly. I'm considering the weight. My eyelids are pushing down. Gravity lends a hand. Light seeps through untight eyes.
Not asleep and not really awake. There are fresh new sheets on the bed. My wife of fourteen years breaths beside me. Already7 in her dreams.
Can I control them.? I rouse myself. Too much thought. New sensations take over. My mouth too dry, ears alert....
They close slightly. I'm considering the weight. My eyelids are pushing down. Gravity lends a hand. Light seeps through untight eyes.
Not asleep and not really awake. There are fresh new sheets on the bed. My wife of fourteen years breaths beside me. Already7 in her dreams.
Can I control them.? I rouse myself. Too much thought. New sensations take over. My mouth too dry, ears alert....
#dreams
#cars
#sleep
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2018 00:28am
2nd May 2018 00:28am
NetWORKING
It's been a good night.
Alright.
No running off in fright.
Free Pizza N' beer.
Fear?
Nowhere near.
I'm schmoozing.
Confusing?
Business N' boozing.
New friends?
Depends.
In trust, new love stems.
Turn the wheel.
Surreal.
Didn't expect this free meal.
We're Akin.
LinkedIn?
A good place to begin.
She uses Bumble?
Humble.
Think she's ready to rumble.
Going home.
Alone.
Pick up tomorow over the phone?
Alright.
No running off in fright.
Free Pizza N' beer.
Fear?
Nowhere near.
I'm schmoozing.
Confusing?
Business N' boozing.
New friends?
Depends.
In trust, new love stems.
Turn the wheel.
Surreal.
Didn't expect this free meal.
We're Akin.
LinkedIn?
A good place to begin.
She uses Bumble?
Humble.
Think she's ready to rumble.
Going home.
Alone.
Pick up tomorow over the phone?
#alcohol
#food
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2018 11:01pm
28th Apr 2018 11:01pm
For hire
I'm great at interviews.
Shite at jobs.
Four this year's my latest news.
Three month probabation.
I harbour fear.
What if they hate me the Paul's the John's the Dave's the Rob' s.
For nine years now I've told my wife.
I'm not made for this corporate life.
The stress is crippling
The colleagues C**ts!
The pressures tripling.
It's them not you.
I've told myself.
I must move on.
For my own health.
Nine years, six jobs, five managers...
Shite at jobs.
Four this year's my latest news.
Three month probabation.
I harbour fear.
What if they hate me the Paul's the John's the Dave's the Rob' s.
For nine years now I've told my wife.
I'm not made for this corporate life.
The stress is crippling
The colleagues C**ts!
The pressures tripling.
It's them not you.
I've told myself.
I must move on.
For my own health.
Nine years, six jobs, five managers...
#anxiety
#rejection
#conflict
#bullying
#MovingOn
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2018 2:38pm
28th Apr 2018 2:38pm
Personal Porcelain
They aren't mine.
I've owned them now for eighteen years.
I earned them but they weren't won.
A pair of old front teeth veneers.
They weren't there.
My friends did run.
I'm left outside in an unknown dark.
The odds weren't fair.
Twenty five to one.
They rushed me from a nearby park.
His hand grabs my throat, I follow suit.
He holds his hand loose, I squeeze mine and prepare. It won't be long till that inevitable Boot.
I laid the first blow.
And then realise.
I'm drunk and alone. ...
I've owned them now for eighteen years.
I earned them but they weren't won.
A pair of old front teeth veneers.
They weren't there.
My friends did run.
I'm left outside in an unknown dark.
The odds weren't fair.
Twenty five to one.
They rushed me from a nearby park.
His hand grabs my throat, I follow suit.
He holds his hand loose, I squeeze mine and prepare. It won't be long till that inevitable Boot.
I laid the first blow.
And then realise.
I'm drunk and alone. ...
#teens
#violence
#fate
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2018 12:04pm
28th Apr 2018 12:04pm
Are you happy Daddy?
Are you happy Daddy?
I can’t tell her I feel crappy,
Are you happy Daddy?
She’s only two, I can’t tell her I feel Blue.
Are you happy Daddy?
Has she seen me cry?
Does she know, I want to die?
Her Mum, my Son, I love them too.
There’s something that I ought to do.
Are you happy Daddy?
I really can’t refrain, the tears are running out again.
Tablets, talking, haven’t helped.
I’ve cried, I’ve roared, I’ve wept, and yelped.
Are you happy Daddy?
...
I can’t tell her I feel crappy,
Are you happy Daddy?
She’s only two, I can’t tell her I feel Blue.
Are you happy Daddy?
Has she seen me cry?
Does she know, I want to die?
Her Mum, my Son, I love them too.
There’s something that I ought to do.
Are you happy Daddy?
I really can’t refrain, the tears are running out again.
Tablets, talking, haven’t helped.
I’ve cried, I’ve roared, I’ve wept, and yelped.
Are you happy Daddy?
...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#father
#parent
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