Submissions by Drakkoon (William)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Thoughtful freeflow that may not make sense.
SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2013 8:13pm
25th Apr 2013 8:13pm
Now, here I am
I lived in a world of sorrow
My past's conception comes back
All around me, they live tomorrow
My true self, within me, I lack
The flowers I once knew to be red
have darkened to a dead mix of gray
As people pass by, I watch with a sigh
as they trample my liveliness away
I look up, and the sky overtakes me
the world is amass with the structures
And all that I see, I'd rather not be
like those who trash it away
The world is different from who my real self
says that I am and some more
For living with mental conditions helps not
for...
My past's conception comes back
All around me, they live tomorrow
My true self, within me, I lack
The flowers I once knew to be red
have darkened to a dead mix of gray
As people pass by, I watch with a sigh
as they trample my liveliness away
I look up, and the sky overtakes me
the world is amass with the structures
And all that I see, I'd rather not be
like those who trash it away
The world is different from who my real self
says that I am and some more
For living with mental conditions helps not
for...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 4:05am
22nd Dec 2012 4:05am
Not anymore, my old and sweetest friend.
My past is a pile of shit.
I hate it with a burning passion
I done with this; it's over; that's it
Fuck your ways, fuck your fashion
I don't need a past to have a future
I have my present and what I have
You tried to cut me then with a suture
sew me together; too fucking bad
Fuck religion, fuck all the people
I don't need anyone else, or a damned steeple
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]I HAVE MYSELF TO BELIEVE IN, NOT A LIE OR A CURSE
I DON"T NEED YOU OR YOUR LIES, THE FILTH OF THE PAST
It's time I realized that what lies beneath isn't truly the reason...
I hate it with a burning passion
I done with this; it's over; that's it
Fuck your ways, fuck your fashion
I don't need a past to have a future
I have my present and what I have
You tried to cut me then with a suture
sew me together; too fucking bad
Fuck religion, fuck all the people
I don't need anyone else, or a damned steeple
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]I HAVE MYSELF TO BELIEVE IN, NOT A LIE OR A CURSE
I DON"T NEED YOU OR YOUR LIES, THE FILTH OF THE PAST
It's time I realized that what lies beneath isn't truly the reason...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2012 2:50pm
5th May 2012 2:50pm
Cat
You. A cat. So soft and so cute.
Me. I pet you. You're gentle and mute.
With your soft little purr and your little bitty nose
At least you're not some kind of brute.
I wish I could take you wherever I please
But those mean little doggies don't like you
I tried to convinced that I loved you enough
to watch over you and to care for.
But now we must part in the worst way they come by
And the hardest part is say the words Goodbye.
Me. I pet you. You're gentle and mute.
With your soft little purr and your little bitty nose
At least you're not some kind of brute.
I wish I could take you wherever I please
But those mean little doggies don't like you
I tried to convinced that I loved you enough
to watch over you and to care for.
But now we must part in the worst way they come by
And the hardest part is say the words Goodbye.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Feb 2012 9:13pm
9th Feb 2012 9:13pm
Cold and Dark
I am a tree.
I break and sway in the rotting wind of breaths.
I take in everything and receive what I need.
I have a few friends. The birds talk to me.
They sing their songs.
But there is still no beauty in everything else.
All of the people ignore me and talk of cutting me down.
Sometimes I want to switch them to get them to shut up.
But I can't move, and all i can do is suffer.
I can't cry unless it rains,
I can't suffer unless they cut me down.
But i suffer anyway.
It doesn't matter what others think anymore.
My voice just echoes off...
I break and sway in the rotting wind of breaths.
I take in everything and receive what I need.
I have a few friends. The birds talk to me.
They sing their songs.
But there is still no beauty in everything else.
All of the people ignore me and talk of cutting me down.
Sometimes I want to switch them to get them to shut up.
But I can't move, and all i can do is suffer.
I can't cry unless it rains,
I can't suffer unless they cut me down.
But i suffer anyway.
It doesn't matter what others think anymore.
My voice just echoes off...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jan 2012 3:38am
19th Jan 2012 3:38am
SOPA
This must end. If SOPA or PIPA passes, then this website may or may not get shut down.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2011 3:13am
19th Dec 2011 3:13am
Burn.
I've read and researched and not shit rehearsed
what I'm doing with my life
I've looked it all up, and now it's percursored
and there is no reason to have a knife
I'm stunning myself, paralyzing myself
There's no way i can restore myself
Now that I see it the way I do now, there is no religion
it's all just a big, fat lie and illusion
It makes life seem preoccupied and worthless,
but now I have one question
to pursue all the mission
just where in the hell
should I have to worship
if there is no religion
and it's all just a hoax
and...
what I'm doing with my life
I've looked it all up, and now it's percursored
and there is no reason to have a knife
I'm stunning myself, paralyzing myself
There's no way i can restore myself
Now that I see it the way I do now, there is no religion
it's all just a big, fat lie and illusion
It makes life seem preoccupied and worthless,
but now I have one question
to pursue all the mission
just where in the hell
should I have to worship
if there is no religion
and it's all just a hoax
and...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2011 7:37pm
16th Dec 2011 7:37pm
Christmas is about smiling.
I can finally let go and enjoy my life.
No more stress and no more strife.
It's all over and I'm convinced
that my life doesn't need anything minced.
I can enjoy my life and what I have
Enjoy who I have and why I do.
ANd let me pour out my feelings out for all those who don't understand.
I actually feel like I don't need to worry about anything.
I don't want work yet even though there are limitations
Because I still have school.
And as long as I have my life, my friends, food, shelter and family, I don't need some Christmas presents. And if they...
No more stress and no more strife.
It's all over and I'm convinced
that my life doesn't need anything minced.
I can enjoy my life and what I have
Enjoy who I have and why I do.
ANd let me pour out my feelings out for all those who don't understand.
I actually feel like I don't need to worry about anything.
I don't want work yet even though there are limitations
Because I still have school.
And as long as I have my life, my friends, food, shelter and family, I don't need some Christmas presents. And if they...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 9:15pm
7th Dec 2011 9:15pm
Depression
I think it's easier to watch my blood spill
Maybe it will help people see me
What would happen if I gave it all away?
Would they see?
I don't want anything
So I can't have anything to live for
Dear Honesty, you're hurting me
Making me sincere for the door.
Making Death a friend of mine.
Silent tears cry from my heart.
No one cares about me, no one lives for me
The ones that do are the ones that brought me here
My parents
But sometimes... it's not enough
Now I contemplate
On what I should do.
No one wants to be around me because...
Maybe it will help people see me
What would happen if I gave it all away?
Would they see?
I don't want anything
So I can't have anything to live for
Dear Honesty, you're hurting me
Making me sincere for the door.
Making Death a friend of mine.
Silent tears cry from my heart.
No one cares about me, no one lives for me
The ones that do are the ones that brought me here
My parents
But sometimes... it's not enough
Now I contemplate
On what I should do.
No one wants to be around me because...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 2:43am
7th Dec 2011 2:43am
Cafienne
ENGLISH WORMS DANCING IN A 3 MINUTE TIME CYCLE
DRINKDRINDRINK TEA.
COOKIES, MUSIC, IPOD, CATS, KITTIES.
I LOVE KITTIES.
Lamp.
SHINING.INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT WHERE THE TRAIN NEVER ENDS LIKE THE NEIGHBORS WHO DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I LOVE KITTIES.
THIS FAN IS SPINNING LIKE THE 3 MIN CYCLE OF A WASHER.,
IIFFFFF
A
WASHER AHD THESETTING ANYWAY.
WHHHHEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
SPINNINGSPINNING.
Flashlight, porn,. dick, fuck, shit, lion, dancing in a zoo with zebras
Wooden bookcase made out of PVC
Headphones that don't pump bass....
DRINKDRINDRINK TEA.
COOKIES, MUSIC, IPOD, CATS, KITTIES.
I LOVE KITTIES.
Lamp.
SHINING.INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT WHERE THE TRAIN NEVER ENDS LIKE THE NEIGHBORS WHO DON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I LOVE KITTIES.
THIS FAN IS SPINNING LIKE THE 3 MIN CYCLE OF A WASHER.,
IIFFFFF
A
WASHER AHD THESETTING ANYWAY.
WHHHHEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
SPINNINGSPINNING.
Flashlight, porn,. dick, fuck, shit, lion, dancing in a zoo with zebras
Wooden bookcase made out of PVC
Headphones that don't pump bass....
644 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2011 3:34am
5th Dec 2011 3:34am
Cracks those Knuckles.
Die emos
Die haters
die soda
what doesn't make sense
is why people hurt themselves
with the only life they have
Why do I see people hurting themselves so much?
It make me want to cry
And type sloppily as if I care.
But no, it's not my business that someone wants to hurt themselves
And desecrate themselves
And destroy themselves
You can't change the past
You can only create the future
by putting the past behind you
And so I say this
that if you can't let go of the things behind you
you'll never continue to grow.
Die...
Die haters
die soda
what doesn't make sense
is why people hurt themselves
with the only life they have
Why do I see people hurting themselves so much?
It make me want to cry
And type sloppily as if I care.
But no, it's not my business that someone wants to hurt themselves
And desecrate themselves
And destroy themselves
You can't change the past
You can only create the future
by putting the past behind you
And so I say this
that if you can't let go of the things behind you
you'll never continue to grow.
Die...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 1:24am
30th Nov 2011 1:24am
Rotting
Throw a milkshake at the wall
Watch the liquid down the hall
Pool at the carpet, stain all the rugs
Attracts lots of critters, insects, and bugs.
Anger management is an ideal force.
Now I only wish I could feel remorse.
I
Miss
Doing
Everything
And
Drinking
.
Watch the liquid down the hall
Pool at the carpet, stain all the rugs
Attracts lots of critters, insects, and bugs.
Anger management is an ideal force.
Now I only wish I could feel remorse.
I
Miss
Doing
Everything
And
Drinking
.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 1:07am
30th Nov 2011 1:07am
Papercut
My finger has been pricked
with the needle of procrastination
paper in front of me
work ahead
It's so simple
yet so boring
It cannot die
It merely gathers
Now the nightmare starts
of piled papers
like in comics
where it goes over your head
and gives you a papercut
That doesn't stop bleeding
because you like the pain and suffering
of just sitting there
and letting it become a problem.
I'm gonna get back to my homework now.
with the needle of procrastination
paper in front of me
work ahead
It's so simple
yet so boring
It cannot die
It merely gathers
Now the nightmare starts
of piled papers
like in comics
where it goes over your head
and gives you a papercut
That doesn't stop bleeding
because you like the pain and suffering
of just sitting there
and letting it become a problem.
I'm gonna get back to my homework now.
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