Submissions by Drieks
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st May 2024 00:14am
1st May 2024 00:14am
House of Addiction
Starting my day half way through.
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
Mornings are alien to me whilst
common as fuck to you.
Descending the stairs I smell my hate fuel.
Reminding me time after time what I lost...
..her.
Not you.
Not yet anyway.
Paving the road though.
Paving it just like the smoke paves your lungs.
No...
Please stop.
You'll stop eventually, right?
The smoking gets alternated with drinking at night...
Drops 'n fumes, drops 'n fumes.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
I try to ignore it. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#death
#illness
#tobacco
229 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2024 11:55pm
22nd Mar 2024 11:55pm
Vanta
Don't fear the dark,
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison. ...
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #death
#dark #death
130 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2024 5:36pm
7th Feb 2024 5:36pm
Younique
Near perfect imperfections...
We flop flaccid, snuffed erections.
They bled acid, "clean elections".
Free-bred lectures, ponzi lessons.
I claim full response for the half truth.
See through C4 blends into Beirut.
Plan no manners in the base like Babe Ruth.
Plant 5 hammers to the face?
"Just play dude!"
I call American shenanigan.
Vivacious like a mannequin.
So animated, yet so unrelated
to the sound of 'em.
I'm traveling the phantom-ring....
We flop flaccid, snuffed erections.
They bled acid, "clean elections".
Free-bred lectures, ponzi lessons.
I claim full response for the half truth.
See through C4 blends into Beirut.
Plan no manners in the base like Babe Ruth.
Plant 5 hammers to the face?
"Just play dude!"
I call American shenanigan.
Vivacious like a mannequin.
So animated, yet so unrelated
to the sound of 'em.
I'm traveling the phantom-ring....
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#rap
487 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2024 11:45pm
6th Jan 2024 11:45pm
Good Riddance
Our world as we know it,
twisted brick by brick.
A world so twisted,
we kill our healthy and heal our sick.
Against our mother, pro all nature,
we bleed with vile religious craze.
All for war-induced pharmacies,
in a 2 feet blinding maze.
I rather be somewhere else,
wherever that may be.
I crave to be someóne else.
Whichever soul unites debris.
The past is set, yet our future uncertain.
A sure-as-stone bet.
Unlit corners we've...
twisted brick by brick.
A world so twisted,
we kill our healthy and heal our sick.
Against our mother, pro all nature,
we bleed with vile religious craze.
All for war-induced pharmacies,
in a 2 feet blinding maze.
I rather be somewhere else,
wherever that may be.
I crave to be someóne else.
Whichever soul unites debris.
The past is set, yet our future uncertain.
A sure-as-stone bet.
Unlit corners we've...
#LifeStruggles
#scifi
132 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Oct 2023 00:06am
24th Oct 2023 00:06am
Promiseless
Promises, promises.
Apple-feighned oranges.
Addicts claim rehab, yet
itch to have more of this.
Order this, order that.
Bought a fish, got a cat.
Bigger boats needed,
yet neither floats even.
Buyers remorse?
Get me all worked up
then buy me a horse.
I'm addict by choice.
Level headers rejoice!
I'm not buying what I can't afford.
I'm not lying about what i hoard.
I mean store. I'm not a hoarder...
I get angry, my patience grows shorter.
Riddled me this, tit for tat.
Little needs...
Apple-feighned oranges.
Addicts claim rehab, yet
itch to have more of this.
Order this, order that.
Bought a fish, got a cat.
Bigger boats needed,
yet neither floats even.
Buyers remorse?
Get me all worked up
then buy me a horse.
I'm addict by choice.
Level headers rejoice!
I'm not buying what I can't afford.
I'm not lying about what i hoard.
I mean store. I'm not a hoarder...
I get angry, my patience grows shorter.
Riddled me this, tit for tat.
Little needs...
#addiction
#support
200 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2023 00:23am
22nd Sep 2023 00:23am
A Sight to Withhold
Precious, yet brittle like a fiddle.
Delicate, frail, alas cracked in the middle.
Riddled by plagues, plagued by a riddle.
Critically acclaimed yet worshipped by little.
Pill popper's delight. Stage fright amongst a
plethora of other might be reason why to be
bothered by losing plenty sight on this fortnite.
Smothered.
Ballistic provisions. Canon-like fodder.
Apparently parentless, fatherless mothers.
Currently currency-blessed, call me Dollar.
Urgently triggered like mercury, son-of-a...
High...
Delicate, frail, alas cracked in the middle.
Riddled by plagues, plagued by a riddle.
Critically acclaimed yet worshipped by little.
Pill popper's delight. Stage fright amongst a
plethora of other might be reason why to be
bothered by losing plenty sight on this fortnite.
Smothered.
Ballistic provisions. Canon-like fodder.
Apparently parentless, fatherless mothers.
Currently currency-blessed, call me Dollar.
Urgently triggered like mercury, son-of-a...
High...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth #humankind
#MentalHealth #humankind
178 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Aug 2023 00:39am
21st Aug 2023 00:39am
Jester
I woke up without energy.
It wasn't supposed to be my day,
nor was it ever meant to be.
Though my senses speak;
'my enemy',
ensures I'll preferably -yet again-
outlive the end of me.
My sanity was a long-distanced
back-stabbing friend of me.
A parody.
Of whatever this madness claimed to be.
Wrecklessly a mint-appraised posh vanity.
Bent to be.
Lend to fret.
An experience I'm not allowed to forget,
yet always treasure. ...
It wasn't supposed to be my day,
nor was it ever meant to be.
Though my senses speak;
'my enemy',
ensures I'll preferably -yet again-
outlive the end of me.
My sanity was a long-distanced
back-stabbing friend of me.
A parody.
Of whatever this madness claimed to be.
Wrecklessly a mint-appraised posh vanity.
Bent to be.
Lend to fret.
An experience I'm not allowed to forget,
yet always treasure. ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
181 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2023 11:20pm
31st Jul 2023 11:20pm
Vile
Precious little mingle fling,
I’ll push two fingers through the ring
if that’ll make you love me more.
Your hatch is patched up by a sore.
Makes the mute and tone deaf sing for more.
Ring ding ding, curtains up,
Wake up.
Make-up.
MATE. SLUT.
Deflowered, underpowered, over-cowered,
faintly soured?
Need a shower??
I find my findings ever so found.
Cheeks blackened. Broken back-end.
Front’s a mess too. A total wreck and,
I meant to warn ya about the crack when
you went to...
I’ll push two fingers through the ring
if that’ll make you love me more.
Your hatch is patched up by a sore.
Makes the mute and tone deaf sing for more.
Ring ding ding, curtains up,
Wake up.
Make-up.
MATE. SLUT.
Deflowered, underpowered, over-cowered,
faintly soured?
Need a shower??
I find my findings ever so found.
Cheeks blackened. Broken back-end.
Front’s a mess too. A total wreck and,
I meant to warn ya about the crack when
you went to...
#love
#breakup
#conflict #abuse
#conflict #abuse
186 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jun 2023 11:35pm
16th Jun 2023 11:35pm
Vicky
I left a hicky on her neck.
Back in the city,
I wrote my number on the cheque.
Very risky,
like tempting Russians in roulette.
Plenty sticky.
Oh Vicky.
Chest of might.
Catch of delight.
Eye sight’s over-pleasured,
break my dyke.
Pluck the brains back of the matte black
barrel, left a crack in the bone marrow.
Narrow to the skin whack-a-mole with
her cherry, bluntly asking her to marry…
Hadn’t crossed my mind that instead I had to bury…
Dirt meet my shovel.
Flocked up birds lead the...
Back in the city,
I wrote my number on the cheque.
Very risky,
like tempting Russians in roulette.
Plenty sticky.
Oh Vicky.
Chest of might.
Catch of delight.
Eye sight’s over-pleasured,
break my dyke.
Pluck the brains back of the matte black
barrel, left a crack in the bone marrow.
Narrow to the skin whack-a-mole with
her cherry, bluntly asking her to marry…
Hadn’t crossed my mind that instead I had to bury…
Dirt meet my shovel.
Flocked up birds lead the...
#dark
#death
#GunControl
220 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2023 5:40am
5th Apr 2023 5:40am
Mi Amore (feat. Skyra)
Escape me.
Delay me no more.
Portray me with lack of these colours I paint
on your door.
We’re a match thus the lore is I burn to
the core, just 1 short, we’re a four on the floor.
Disco rhythms galore.
Stop beating skin that is sore.
I am rainbow-descent, dark shades to the
core, I am all but a friend, I amend,
I am lend to pretend that I. am. no. more.
Abandoned, descended, befriended or more.
Hear me roar…
…while flesh of the mesh is torn,
fresh scents of...
Delay me no more.
Portray me with lack of these colours I paint
on your door.
We’re a match thus the lore is I burn to
the core, just 1 short, we’re a four on the floor.
Disco rhythms galore.
Stop beating skin that is sore.
I am rainbow-descent, dark shades to the
core, I am all but a friend, I amend,
I am lend to pretend that I. am. no. more.
Abandoned, descended, befriended or more.
Hear me roar…
…while flesh of the mesh is torn,
fresh scents of...
#love
#relationships
#breakup
275 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Mar 2023 00:29am
20th Mar 2023 00:29am
Absent
Numerically correct,
new miracles are set to seem improbable.
Vicariously intact,
the same old mysteries at hand remain unsolvable.
I’m incomparable,
like a tether to a WiFi wearable in pairing mode.
Highly programmable,
written to a T-prompt yet riddled with debunked error codes.
Stopped to a halt, similar like deep sea salt
my aging seems to be a hoax.
Never did you hear me plan to live forever.
The fact of the matter is my chatter seems to reach out
to whoever hears it first.
Not the latter.
...
new miracles are set to seem improbable.
Vicariously intact,
the same old mysteries at hand remain unsolvable.
I’m incomparable,
like a tether to a WiFi wearable in pairing mode.
Highly programmable,
written to a T-prompt yet riddled with debunked error codes.
Stopped to a halt, similar like deep sea salt
my aging seems to be a hoax.
Never did you hear me plan to live forever.
The fact of the matter is my chatter seems to reach out
to whoever hears it first.
Not the latter.
...
#death
#SelfHarm
#suicide
367 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2023 3:05pm
10th Mar 2023 3:05pm
Crawl
What makes one crawl?
Crawl to reach up for help,
or rather to reach down and offer?
Aiming to stand once again,
or to lie down for good and suffer?
What if there are more options?
Think more dimensional.
Reach out to your left or right,
take on whatever fight is manageable.
I failed to reach out at all.
Like a clipped bird alone in its nest,
I took the route to hurt and ignore the rest
while aiming for a place a long way down to fall.
We must keep crawling.
It isn’t always needed to stand up,...
Crawl to reach up for help,
or rather to reach down and offer?
Aiming to stand once again,
or to lie down for good and suffer?
What if there are more options?
Think more dimensional.
Reach out to your left or right,
take on whatever fight is manageable.
I failed to reach out at all.
Like a clipped bird alone in its nest,
I took the route to hurt and ignore the rest
while aiming for a place a long way down to fall.
We must keep crawling.
It isn’t always needed to stand up,...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#emptiness
237 reads
2 Comments
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