Submissions by Dreamboy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Rambler
Been up for three days with a hole in my head
nobody's coming to help, they say that
these things just
happen
Rattling off reasons
to keep every stitch of the pain in
This couch is waxed in a poisonous slick
the bitch of it is
I won't stop sitting in it
nobody's coming to help, they say that
these things just
happen
Rattling off reasons
to keep every stitch of the pain in
This couch is waxed in a poisonous slick
the bitch of it is
I won't stop sitting in it
#addiction
#love
#suicide
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nailbiter
Fingers aching with blood at the nubs.
I'm sick of playing rattle him up.
It's getting twisted.
poor entitled fuck with his luck cut short.
Sometimes it's good to not look and just jump.
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
Head falls
low
and your knees
don't stop.
Pumping gas
to get your ass in the apartment.
Fingers aching with blood at the nubs.
I'm sick of holding these fragments up.
The screen is smashed.
Get with the program.
You're jumping the...
I'm sick of playing rattle him up.
It's getting twisted.
poor entitled fuck with his luck cut short.
Sometimes it's good to not look and just jump.
I'm
getting
sick
of
this
Head falls
low
and your knees
don't stop.
Pumping gas
to get your ass in the apartment.
Fingers aching with blood at the nubs.
I'm sick of holding these fragments up.
The screen is smashed.
Get with the program.
You're jumping the...
#FeelingLost
#grief
#vampires
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holes in heads
Screaming again -
The same exact
hole in the head
It's still burning and crackling
little bursts of the memory
gaining in dreams that I'm
falling in
Chased out to frozen breath
I'm at rest in the winter ice
the spikes they dig at me bad
They want me back
And they'll come to collect
My god if I don't get myself rest
I'm of course gonna slip
And rip parts of myself off during
short little
secretive fits.
And quietly sit
And feel bad for myself
That's a promise. ...
The same exact
hole in the head
It's still burning and crackling
little bursts of the memory
gaining in dreams that I'm
falling in
Chased out to frozen breath
I'm at rest in the winter ice
the spikes they dig at me bad
They want me back
And they'll come to collect
My god if I don't get myself rest
I'm of course gonna slip
And rip parts of myself off during
short little
secretive fits.
And quietly sit
And feel bad for myself
That's a promise. ...
#ghosts
#sadness
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Gray Hill
It's all but
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
bones in the fray
a puppeteer with cut strings
Nooses and skeletons
telling stories
colors can't describe
in the heat of things
All the passion is poison rotten out of an apple born from a tree that is crooked and doesn't ever admit that it's twisting
and screaming
It's all a wolf in the bray.
A winter sky ;
Laying bare under the stars
but not sleeping.
Metal roofs slammed with thick rain.
#art
#hell
#winter
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Thaw
Ice in my veins.
I'm waiting to escape
this pit
To put it nicely it's
too dark to try to find
a way out of it yet
Humor me with guidance
eyelids closed from growing dread.
Lose myself to madness
in a boat that just won't mend.
Let the sea
just
swallow it.
Oh I know that it ain't over yet
Row down the river
just to drink it all back in.
Underwater conscious
chasing back the thoughts with lead
The water grows so cold its frozen
up and
thats
as...
I'm waiting to escape
this pit
To put it nicely it's
too dark to try to find
a way out of it yet
Humor me with guidance
eyelids closed from growing dread.
Lose myself to madness
in a boat that just won't mend.
Let the sea
just
swallow it.
Oh I know that it ain't over yet
Row down the river
just to drink it all back in.
Underwater conscious
chasing back the thoughts with lead
The water grows so cold its frozen
up and
thats
as...
#death
#winter
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Red Engines
Monsters at work behind the birds as they chirp.
So many voices going all at once it's hard to make out the words
I'm going into town and I'm not selling for
less than Im worth.
Judge me by the cover
Bet you'll get hit with the book
So many looks
I'm getting
Gains and traction
From the miles I'm climbing
uphill and it's an old hill to die on
but I'm sure you that you would.
And you will.
It's an old tale of
Same old
Same old.
Always was on the
wrong side of the tracks
As I...
So many voices going all at once it's hard to make out the words
I'm going into town and I'm not selling for
less than Im worth.
Judge me by the cover
Bet you'll get hit with the book
So many looks
I'm getting
Gains and traction
From the miles I'm climbing
uphill and it's an old hill to die on
but I'm sure you that you would.
And you will.
It's an old tale of
Same old
Same old.
Always was on the
wrong side of the tracks
As I...
#anger
#jealousy
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The Revenant
I've been revving it.
Oh I've been driving.
I've been saying -
"Oh sweet lady.
I'm out of action.
I'm lost directions.
I'm head over heels,
I'm fucking face through the windshield
I'm shattering.
I'm insignificant"
I've been climbing
I've been meaning
I've been meaning to ask you this
What is it that finds you driving
my way
In the midst of destruction?
It's always the same
Oh I've been driving.
I've been saying -
"Oh sweet lady.
I'm out of action.
I'm lost directions.
I'm head over heels,
I'm fucking face through the windshield
I'm shattering.
I'm insignificant"
I've been climbing
I've been meaning
I've been meaning to ask you this
What is it that finds you driving
my way
In the midst of destruction?
It's always the same
#love
#LifeStruggles
#sexy #Romanticism
#sexy #Romanticism
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Pine Trees on Fire
The breeze soaked evergreen clearing drew me back to the way I felt when I was needing little bits of needles made of every bit of seedling in the thistles deeply nestled in the darkness I was reaching from
Wake me up and harbor on to the grudge that I've been hanging on
I'm lost in a sea of fog and the pressures just getting tough
Don't wake me up;
The dream I'm in,
It gets warm in parts.
I'm cold and soft.
I'm bitter and I feel bits of me
breaking off
The beach cove we used to say that we were going to lay upon -
Now...
Wake me up and harbor on to the grudge that I've been hanging on
I'm lost in a sea of fog and the pressures just getting tough
Don't wake me up;
The dream I'm in,
It gets warm in parts.
I'm cold and soft.
I'm bitter and I feel bits of me
breaking off
The beach cove we used to say that we were going to lay upon -
Now...
#heartbroken
#death
#suicide
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Tiger Skull Island
Sticks and stones weren't meant for this
certain predicament
Stagnant in neutral, no movement.
I'm horribly out of my element.
Looks like it'll be quite a bit before I let this shit
sink in, again -
Murky water did me in.
Drank it up
now my guts are rotten
Drown me in the grotto where I breathed it all in
right before, a flash of wailing washers sit and scrub at my
bloody river-soaked linen
Cackling in fits
Telling me
my tide is a comin' in
certain predicament
Stagnant in neutral, no movement.
I'm horribly out of my element.
Looks like it'll be quite a bit before I let this shit
sink in, again -
Murky water did me in.
Drank it up
now my guts are rotten
Drown me in the grotto where I breathed it all in
right before, a flash of wailing washers sit and scrub at my
bloody river-soaked linen
Cackling in fits
Telling me
my tide is a comin' in
#dark
#spiritual
#fairies
#magic
#horror
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The Ben-Varrey
Right as soon as she jumped in, I'm freezing.
Not breathing. She ain't even listening.
Can't get past this.
No silver lining.
No.
Cascading waves of grace sheds away.
Shes fading fast at incredible paces.
A figment of my imagination.
There and gone as soon as she jumped in.
Cascading waves took her away
and we lost her to the
godforsaken
ocean.
Nearly grown and still believes in magic
how could we have known she'd be shedding her skin?
Well we didn't,
and
we did this.
And...
Not breathing. She ain't even listening.
Can't get past this.
No silver lining.
No.
Cascading waves of grace sheds away.
Shes fading fast at incredible paces.
A figment of my imagination.
There and gone as soon as she jumped in.
Cascading waves took her away
and we lost her to the
godforsaken
ocean.
Nearly grown and still believes in magic
how could we have known she'd be shedding her skin?
Well we didn't,
and
we did this.
And...
#sadness
#death
#fairies
#magic
#mermaids
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The Fairy's Mirror
Loss of limb;
Call it in I'm
Quick to please but I've been knee deep in
with the imps -
and the aqueous fiends -
they smile as they pull you into their
petty bullshit
Cost of sin is
Sleeping so thin that
The veil is arranged in accordance
with the textbook examples of;
Esoteric symbols painted
all over your bedroom
They're gonna find you.
So call it in
Couldn't have just waited it out
and gone home when things cooled down
no I knew I needed an excuse so...
I had to cut...
Call it in I'm
Quick to please but I've been knee deep in
with the imps -
and the aqueous fiends -
they smile as they pull you into their
petty bullshit
Cost of sin is
Sleeping so thin that
The veil is arranged in accordance
with the textbook examples of;
Esoteric symbols painted
all over your bedroom
They're gonna find you.
So call it in
Couldn't have just waited it out
and gone home when things cooled down
no I knew I needed an excuse so...
I had to cut...
#mirror
#fairies
#SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth
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Merry Foreverment
Limpwristed wands of oak
with the knobs cut off
I'm lost in a fucking fog.
Oh!
They cut down all the trees out my window
Now nothing grows
And they don't show up for me no more.
Poorly twittled staffs with the knobs left on.
Limpwristed wands of oak
with the knobs rubbed off
I'm left in the throes of the magic
that came but we lost it;
We lost the steps and the moves are all wrong
Down on the grass where the tints are odd
The circular groves in the calm of the fog
in the hidden whispers of...
with the knobs cut off
I'm lost in a fucking fog.
Oh!
They cut down all the trees out my window
Now nothing grows
And they don't show up for me no more.
Poorly twittled staffs with the knobs left on.
Limpwristed wands of oak
with the knobs rubbed off
I'm left in the throes of the magic
that came but we lost it;
We lost the steps and the moves are all wrong
Down on the grass where the tints are odd
The circular groves in the calm of the fog
in the hidden whispers of...
#depression
#fairies
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