Submissions by Dreamboy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 6:13pm
3rd Oct 2024 6:13pm
the same old, same old.
A little sunshine right now
sounds like such sweet
malaise -
A hundred fucking hurtles
over the same
ancient
rigged game;
I've got a plaque, says
'Born to come in last place'
A barbed cage of thoughts
poked and ribbed with red-hots
pulled from the stomped out fireplace.
Thirty years of living with
the same old, same old
each and every
damned day.
sounds like such sweet
malaise -
A hundred fucking hurtles
over the same
ancient
rigged game;
I've got a plaque, says
'Born to come in last place'
A barbed cage of thoughts
poked and ribbed with red-hots
pulled from the stomped out fireplace.
Thirty years of living with
the same old, same old
each and every
damned day.
#ghosts
#hell
#LifeCycle
96 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2024 9:01am
16th Aug 2024 9:01am
Cold Chills
Mercury rising
Got a bad feeling
like wolves
on the horizon
A forest of eyes in the darkness
I'm crawling.
Lost with little to none,
slim chance to get out
of the slump
or the hole
or the pit
pick your poison.
What's the matter, aren't you used to
surviving?
A sea of ghosts
On the shipwrecked coasts
I'm as rotten as
I've been since departing.
Got a bad feeling
like wolves
on the horizon
A forest of eyes in the darkness
I'm crawling.
Lost with little to none,
slim chance to get out
of the slump
or the hole
or the pit
pick your poison.
What's the matter, aren't you used to
surviving?
A sea of ghosts
On the shipwrecked coasts
I'm as rotten as
I've been since departing.
#dirty
#ghosts
#suicide #winter
#suicide #winter
292 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2024 6:09pm
7th Aug 2024 6:09pm
Burnt
More and more cuts keep notching the board
as grace falls flat on its face in the forest
such tenderness fades
to rest in the soil
Nothing comes up anymore.
No growth.
No flourish.
as grace falls flat on its face in the forest
such tenderness fades
to rest in the soil
Nothing comes up anymore.
No growth.
No flourish.
#emptiness
#suicide
245 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2024 00:42am
6th Aug 2024 00:42am
Paintings
I've set my brush in the
deepest obsidian.
Black paint that runs down the walls
at breakneck paces.
You either die too young
or watch yourself get too old
by the day
as the paint stains
and the faces
well they're just
background space
such a waste.
I'm buying all of my
friendships lately.
The more I spend
the more it feels like family
photo finish for this
sordid hallucination
I'm not shaken.
I'm just coming to terms
With the way that shit is.
deepest obsidian.
Black paint that runs down the walls
at breakneck paces.
You either die too young
or watch yourself get too old
by the day
as the paint stains
and the faces
well they're just
background space
such a waste.
I'm buying all of my
friendships lately.
The more I spend
the more it feels like family
photo finish for this
sordid hallucination
I'm not shaken.
I'm just coming to terms
With the way that shit is.
#dark
#ghosts
#suicide
180 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2024 7:56am
3rd Aug 2024 7:56am
Succubus
Dear banshee
out in the depths of my pity
I'm drunk as a skunk
and the sinking feeling
is nearly complete.
You and I are us
as it were
and it was
And it's just
I'm haunted
by memories
that I may or may not have
attached to the darker shades.
The needless things.
In pieces
I'm repeating myself all day
The tragic, the fashion,
the motherfucking pity police
Here they come to see
and I say that it's easy but
I'm not sure I'm passing it off these days
out in the depths of my pity
I'm drunk as a skunk
and the sinking feeling
is nearly complete.
You and I are us
as it were
and it was
And it's just
I'm haunted
by memories
that I may or may not have
attached to the darker shades.
The needless things.
In pieces
I'm repeating myself all day
The tragic, the fashion,
the motherfucking pity police
Here they come to see
and I say that it's easy but
I'm not sure I'm passing it off these days
#beauty
#death
#water
105 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 11:01am
9th Jul 2024 11:01am
The Rat King
Drowning again in this port of pain
more vermin to chain to the tail of the rat-king
unless miracles can wash away the stench of mistake
illusion is another fucking word for delusions these days.
Fear and self loathing like you wouldn't believe.
God, I've spent all my days just muttering and worrying.
The nights I don't die I'm just regretting everything
the arc of the beam is so enticing
and broad-shaped.
Distancing myself from people who don't feel the same way.
more vermin to chain to the tail of the rat-king
unless miracles can wash away the stench of mistake
illusion is another fucking word for delusions these days.
Fear and self loathing like you wouldn't believe.
God, I've spent all my days just muttering and worrying.
The nights I don't die I'm just regretting everything
the arc of the beam is so enticing
and broad-shaped.
Distancing myself from people who don't feel the same way.
#ghosts
#hell
#loneliness
136 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2024 9:55am
4th Jul 2024 9:55am
Bonemeal
It's just a skull-shaped rock
and a pile of white sticks
keeping me tethered straight laced,
head to my feet when I
look back
in the cradle of the mosaic painting
eyes follow me when I turn down this
haunted hallway
Bats on bats,
Like at least a fucking thousand of 'em.
On my skin like flies on the apples in the kitchen.
My skin is rotting off.
Black gets darker still,
and the story stays vague.
And I learn and grow
from the same damn things
same as always.
and a pile of white sticks
keeping me tethered straight laced,
head to my feet when I
look back
in the cradle of the mosaic painting
eyes follow me when I turn down this
haunted hallway
Bats on bats,
Like at least a fucking thousand of 'em.
On my skin like flies on the apples in the kitchen.
My skin is rotting off.
Black gets darker still,
and the story stays vague.
And I learn and grow
from the same damn things
same as always.
#insomnia
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2024 8:36am
4th Jul 2024 8:36am
Rubies
I can't stay here,
I'm doubled back.
Shotgun pressed deep in
my ribs, and I won't forget that
It's hard to please feelings deep-set
like rubies in the ocean
glistening with scarlet dripping
out of this mess.
Just another feeling
sunken in my chest
backbone snapped
this ships mast has
snapped off and
it will not mend the same
as it did back then, but
I can't stay here
and we all knew that,
didn't we?
I'm doubled back.
Shotgun pressed deep in
my ribs, and I won't forget that
It's hard to please feelings deep-set
like rubies in the ocean
glistening with scarlet dripping
out of this mess.
Just another feeling
sunken in my chest
backbone snapped
this ships mast has
snapped off and
it will not mend the same
as it did back then, but
I can't stay here
and we all knew that,
didn't we?
#escape
#sadness
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2024 9:38am
8th Jun 2024 9:38am
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
325 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2024 10:09am
19th May 2024 10:09am
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
168 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2024 9:45am
19th May 2024 9:45am
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
140 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 8:47am
26th Apr 2024 8:47am
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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