Submissions by Dojo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Lost thinker
Free writing
Thoughts running through my head, feeling alone again.
As hard as they try, left misunderstood.
Wearing chains of anger, regret, guiltiness.
The keys been swallowed.
Surviving on the motivation and hope that's no where to be found.
Running the white line like a fugitive on the escape,
not knowing what I'm running from,
Not knowing where I'm going.
Steadily I'm slowing.
I was supposed to be more.
Where are the dreams, the older we grow the colder the world seems.
Struggling to maintain, past driving us insane.
Breathing in the smoke,...
As hard as they try, left misunderstood.
Wearing chains of anger, regret, guiltiness.
The keys been swallowed.
Surviving on the motivation and hope that's no where to be found.
Running the white line like a fugitive on the escape,
not knowing what I'm running from,
Not knowing where I'm going.
Steadily I'm slowing.
I was supposed to be more.
Where are the dreams, the older we grow the colder the world seems.
Struggling to maintain, past driving us insane.
Breathing in the smoke,...
549 reads
1 Comment
Deterioration
Will there be another chance,
For those in desperation?
Yearning for the strength lost in an empty capsule.
The nights are growing longer, darkness has overstayed it's welcome.
Silence is deafening when cravings begin to deteriorate the very foundation this will was built on.
When does it come back around? I swear it's passed due and emotions run wild when I think it never could never have happened to me.
Happiness is forbidden in the land of the hidden ambition.
For those in desperation?
Yearning for the strength lost in an empty capsule.
The nights are growing longer, darkness has overstayed it's welcome.
Silence is deafening when cravings begin to deteriorate the very foundation this will was built on.
When does it come back around? I swear it's passed due and emotions run wild when I think it never could never have happened to me.
Happiness is forbidden in the land of the hidden ambition.
724 reads
2 Comments
--------^---------
Stranded on this lonely road
I've got a place to run from, but no where to go.
That other life it was toxic
Weighing me down each day.
If demons are real I think I've made some friends tonight. They tell me pick up the straw, find yourself when your mind's astray.
And the blue sky is calling me home, home, home... It's the circle of life, unlike what I've known. The universe manifested inside me, I'll float on...
I've got a place to run from, but no where to go.
That other life it was toxic
Weighing me down each day.
If demons are real I think I've made some friends tonight. They tell me pick up the straw, find yourself when your mind's astray.
And the blue sky is calling me home, home, home... It's the circle of life, unlike what I've known. The universe manifested inside me, I'll float on...
497 reads
0 Comments
Unfinished
I am a mental prisoner of my own captivity
Locked behind these unceasing bars, my imagination is the only key to escape. Troubled thoughts and memories, pacing back and forth.
Constantly watching over me like a dark shadow trapping me in my own loneliness, reasurring me escape, is not an option.
They tell me I'm not good enough. That I deserve to die. They ask my why I'm still here, and every day I tell them.
That behind this wall and prison of depression, is the happy carefree person I once was, and the Angel who carried me through this living hell.
Day and night I'm...
Locked behind these unceasing bars, my imagination is the only key to escape. Troubled thoughts and memories, pacing back and forth.
Constantly watching over me like a dark shadow trapping me in my own loneliness, reasurring me escape, is not an option.
They tell me I'm not good enough. That I deserve to die. They ask my why I'm still here, and every day I tell them.
That behind this wall and prison of depression, is the happy carefree person I once was, and the Angel who carried me through this living hell.
Day and night I'm...
633 reads
1 Comment
Isolated
Desolate being
Withdrawn, shadowing in the outskirts of existence.
Echoes sound from deceptive substance, eager to deplete fraction remains.
We wilt and wither in the aftermath of our decaying innocence.
Withdrawn, shadowing in the outskirts of existence.
Echoes sound from deceptive substance, eager to deplete fraction remains.
We wilt and wither in the aftermath of our decaying innocence.
523 reads
0 Comments
Numb
Numb to the touch,
With winter coming to consume.
Please, give me something, to fill this empty void. Admiring the color of the rose and gripping tightly the stem. Innocent bloodshed for nothing more than a glimpse of true beauty. This is the new era, the trumpets sound a new dawn. Average has just passed you by, and Sanity is already long gone. Life, is what they call this. I must have pulled the greatest trick of all time. I'm living, heartless.
With winter coming to consume.
Please, give me something, to fill this empty void. Admiring the color of the rose and gripping tightly the stem. Innocent bloodshed for nothing more than a glimpse of true beauty. This is the new era, the trumpets sound a new dawn. Average has just passed you by, and Sanity is already long gone. Life, is what they call this. I must have pulled the greatest trick of all time. I'm living, heartless.
512 reads
0 Comments
Crossing fingers
Like water drops into the still calm, ripples follow in the mind stirring up contemplations of better days. He waits silently, thinking this will be the one. Denying his welcoming embrace, shadows dance across the walls, only to drift off like the ones before them. He just wants security, and the reassuring feeling of certainty. Is that too much to ask for? The last time he spoke things were promised to get better. Mixing depression and religion is like planting a half dead seed, it's destined for failure.
469 reads
0 Comments
Lion for a day, lamb for a lifetime
In the still of utter darkness,
There shines a light
Bright flashes, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.
He sits looking out the window.
Lady winter has made herself at home in this small bedroom.
With intention is his hand,
He awakens in the arrival of his new birth.
The lady in white stands in the doorway,
her prescence is enamoring.
Inspiration sprouts like a seed in the ground,
Its roots absorbing truth, patience, and forgiveness.
What is this thing we call life..
Holding on to the lion's mane, he welcomes death into the place he...
There shines a light
Bright flashes, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.
He sits looking out the window.
Lady winter has made herself at home in this small bedroom.
With intention is his hand,
He awakens in the arrival of his new birth.
The lady in white stands in the doorway,
her prescence is enamoring.
Inspiration sprouts like a seed in the ground,
Its roots absorbing truth, patience, and forgiveness.
What is this thing we call life..
Holding on to the lion's mane, he welcomes death into the place he...
562 reads
2 Comments
Chasing the dragon's tail
With weary eyes struggling to maintain, he gazes into the face of the dragon. His senses surrender, and the colors begin to fade into darkness. Anchors for arms, body barely breathing, he strikes a match to his potential death. Poison gracefully escapes the body, leaving behind a path of permanent internal destruction. The mirror presenting eyes like a small lonely island, surrounded by green oceans stretching for miles on end. Euphoria manifests itself, and his body sinks lower than an abusive father. Isn't this what you wanted? Guilt stains the heart.. It does not forget. Hold fast to words...
538 reads
0 Comments
Holding onto nothing
Holding onto nothing
As we near the end
This is where we depart
Aways from the start..we are my friend.
The journeys been long
Our will slowly burning like the wick of a candle..holding our breath as we fear what's to come, when we finally burn out.
I'm looking into bleeding eyes again.. Riding the tear of depression as it trickles down my cheek. This is all too familiar.. I know what happens next. Alone in the darkness with anxiety breathing down my neck. The sensation numbing, yet so free and liberating. The only thing standing between me and suffocating. Misfortune...
As we near the end
This is where we depart
Aways from the start..we are my friend.
The journeys been long
Our will slowly burning like the wick of a candle..holding our breath as we fear what's to come, when we finally burn out.
I'm looking into bleeding eyes again.. Riding the tear of depression as it trickles down my cheek. This is all too familiar.. I know what happens next. Alone in the darkness with anxiety breathing down my neck. The sensation numbing, yet so free and liberating. The only thing standing between me and suffocating. Misfortune...
449 reads
0 Comments
If walls could talk
If walls could talk,
They'd say what we couldn't.
All the held back emotions and feelings. Our failures and triumphs, our innocent upbringings. They know how every crack, and every hole got it's place. And they saw the little boy, holding his sister in terror, wiping the tears from her damp sweet face... They'd know of the long sleepless nights, and the daily be-litting, leading to yet another fight. The overdosing drug scares, and the seductions, of countless late night affairs. They know just where the alcohol was kept, and where he prayed to God at night, closing each prayer as he...
They'd say what we couldn't.
All the held back emotions and feelings. Our failures and triumphs, our innocent upbringings. They know how every crack, and every hole got it's place. And they saw the little boy, holding his sister in terror, wiping the tears from her damp sweet face... They'd know of the long sleepless nights, and the daily be-litting, leading to yet another fight. The overdosing drug scares, and the seductions, of countless late night affairs. They know just where the alcohol was kept, and where he prayed to God at night, closing each prayer as he...
477 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Dojo