Submissions by Drieks
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Jul 2021 3:33am
27th Jul 2021 3:33am
Milquetoast
Clothes still wet from the weather it had.
Mind’s still racing, should’ve known better than that.
I just stood there.
Frozen. Temps well above zero.
I just waited.
Chosen. Rep’s way below hero.
Can’t stop shaking man.
My heart can’t handle all these miles I ran.
I abandoned my friend...
Fuck!
My mind’s showing me every alternate outcome.
Every single one better than the one that I just ran out from.
I bet the cops are close. You know, the ones who were chasing.
I await knocks on the doors while hiding...
Mind’s still racing, should’ve known better than that.
I just stood there.
Frozen. Temps well above zero.
I just waited.
Chosen. Rep’s way below hero.
Can’t stop shaking man.
My heart can’t handle all these miles I ran.
I abandoned my friend...
Fuck!
My mind’s showing me every alternate outcome.
Every single one better than the one that I just ran out from.
I bet the cops are close. You know, the ones who were chasing.
I await knocks on the doors while hiding...
#anger
#children
#parent
#family
#violence
612 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2021 8:02pm
2nd May 2021 8:02pm
Martyr
Bested by faith. Corrupted, enslaved.
Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.
Up for discussion, confused by concussions.
Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.
Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.
Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh pit.
Down. Beaten down the drains.
Down. Fists and feet chained.
Wronged by rights among many faint lies.
Left to be rotten, bright lights are forgotten.
Sanity fled, I’ve got ghosts in my head.
Please let me...
Let me be dead.
I still...
Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.
Up for discussion, confused by concussions.
Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.
Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.
Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh pit.
Down. Beaten down the drains.
Down. Fists and feet chained.
Wronged by rights among many faint lies.
Left to be rotten, bright lights are forgotten.
Sanity fled, I’ve got ghosts in my head.
Please let me...
Let me be dead.
I still...
#violence
#abuse
#acceptance
505 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
9th Apr 2021 11:42pm
9th Apr 2021 11:42pm
Womanizer
I like to think that I’m the better kind of man.
I like to think that I already kinda am.
I know I’m not. Hell, not by a long shot.
I pretend I am so I don’t end up single again.
What is this dance I can’t seem to get out of?
I act so dense, got no plans to be proud of.
Leaving a trail of lost interests that caused many
women to leave their spouse for some dude on the internet.
It’s an addiction.
Breaking up families goes way too smooth.
Zero friction.
I’m the devil’s worst...
I like to think that I already kinda am.
I know I’m not. Hell, not by a long shot.
I pretend I am so I don’t end up single again.
What is this dance I can’t seem to get out of?
I act so dense, got no plans to be proud of.
Leaving a trail of lost interests that caused many
women to leave their spouse for some dude on the internet.
It’s an addiction.
Breaking up families goes way too smooth.
Zero friction.
I’m the devil’s worst...
#lies
#betrayal
#abuse
#rap
#deception
671 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2021 2:13am
5th Apr 2021 2:13am
At first sight
No stress.
Stressed out nonetheless.
Avoid eye contact.
Give my mind a rest.
Feeling blessed.
Blood rushing through my veins.
Do I excel or fail this test.
Problematic maths keep matters compressed.
Feeling less.
Less than I thought I’d feel I guess.
My mind’s a bad place right now.
My body’s in exquisite shape somehow.
Since I met you, I learned things I’d like to be led to.
Things that’ll take my mind of the cries she sings.
Things that’ll make me feel right...
Stressed out nonetheless.
Avoid eye contact.
Give my mind a rest.
Feeling blessed.
Blood rushing through my veins.
Do I excel or fail this test.
Problematic maths keep matters compressed.
Feeling less.
Less than I thought I’d feel I guess.
My mind’s a bad place right now.
My body’s in exquisite shape somehow.
Since I met you, I learned things I’d like to be led to.
Things that’ll take my mind of the cries she sings.
Things that’ll make me feel right...
#love
#FallingInLove
#dating #crush
#dating #crush
582 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2021 10:59pm
22nd Mar 2021 10:59pm
52X?
Monday.
I despise Mondays.
On those days I feel like an outer race lying on my back to stargaze.
Tuesday.
I hate Tuesdays.
On those days rage is the trending topic in my headspace.
Wednesday.
I skip Wednesdays.
On those days my mind is tied up like a loosened shoelace.
Thursday.
Fuck Thursdays.
On those days I hate everything. Even if it’s my birthday.
Friday.
I feel Fridays.
On those days I cut myself and spray the wounds with fright mace.
Saturday.
I recover on...
I despise Mondays.
On those days I feel like an outer race lying on my back to stargaze.
Tuesday.
I hate Tuesdays.
On those days rage is the trending topic in my headspace.
Wednesday.
I skip Wednesdays.
On those days my mind is tied up like a loosened shoelace.
Thursday.
Fuck Thursdays.
On those days I hate everything. Even if it’s my birthday.
Friday.
I feel Fridays.
On those days I cut myself and spray the wounds with fright mace.
Saturday.
I recover on...
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#emptiness
492 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Mar 2021 00:33am
14th Mar 2021 00:33am
Both of me
Get to know me. Both of me.
Only half for you. So fortunately,
I barely know the real me.
It doesn’t bother me at all, only half you see.
As bright as I am in daylight, the darkness consumes my frail side.
Waking up with blood stained hands seems routine.
Maybe I should chain myself at night...
Keep my hands clean.
“Get help” is what I hear most people think.
I’m pretty sure both of me go to a different shrink...
My mind consists of plot holes.
Dangerous grounds filled with wroth moles.
I...
Only half for you. So fortunately,
I barely know the real me.
It doesn’t bother me at all, only half you see.
As bright as I am in daylight, the darkness consumes my frail side.
Waking up with blood stained hands seems routine.
Maybe I should chain myself at night...
Keep my hands clean.
“Get help” is what I hear most people think.
I’m pretty sure both of me go to a different shrink...
My mind consists of plot holes.
Dangerous grounds filled with wroth moles.
I...
#suicide
#MentalHealth
717 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2021 10:11pm
15th Feb 2021 10:11pm
Gnat
My highlight of the day seems to be your ‘whatever’s on display’.
My lust to live my dreams are just nags to your routines.
While you’re busy creating this bubble to lift you further,
surrounded by fake compliments and baked air to lift you off.
I’m busy creating life.
Reversed perfect murder.
Surrounded by friends and family, overdosed on love.
No positive without the negative.
No nosebleed without a handkerchief.
No succes without distress.
No friends without a villa, at least 3 cars,
a maid, basically anything but...
My lust to live my dreams are just nags to your routines.
While you’re busy creating this bubble to lift you further,
surrounded by fake compliments and baked air to lift you off.
I’m busy creating life.
Reversed perfect murder.
Surrounded by friends and family, overdosed on love.
No positive without the negative.
No nosebleed without a handkerchief.
No succes without distress.
No friends without a villa, at least 3 cars,
a maid, basically anything but...
#LifeStruggles
#poverty
361 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2021 2:54pm
31st Jan 2021 2:54pm
Gutted
Poor people in the streets all around me.
Begging for change, not asking for money.
Change on greater scales.
So they can educate themselves,
digest some food and pay for bills.
Uncomfortable truth.
People living like broken convertibles.
No roof.
No proof.
Most people look away from inhumane brutality on display.
Ain’t none of my business they say.
But they’re wrong.
These people need help.
These people need hope from humanity to regain themselves.
These people need...
Begging for change, not asking for money.
Change on greater scales.
So they can educate themselves,
digest some food and pay for bills.
Uncomfortable truth.
People living like broken convertibles.
No roof.
No proof.
Most people look away from inhumane brutality on display.
Ain’t none of my business they say.
But they’re wrong.
These people need help.
These people need hope from humanity to regain themselves.
These people need...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#rap
717 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
14th Jan 2021 9:52am
14th Jan 2021 9:52am
Blasphemous
Bled out.
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another bloody out-of-body experience.
Mudded by heavy rains.
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
Wait, read that again for me.
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my...
Life left me, time to head for check out.
Can’t shout.
Wife left me, no doubt she took the same route.
Nothing but strangers in this crowd...
Red pools reflecting clouds and planes.
Another bloody out-of-body experience.
Mudded by heavy rains.
Speeding through these crowded lanes thus ending up with empty veins.
No eyes on the dash cause we’re all out of brains.
Wait, read that again for me.
Yeah, out of brains most literally.
Help me after the fact. Help me please.
Put my...
#lies
#betrayal
#religion
#rap
#dark
653 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Dec 2020 10:37pm
29th Dec 2020 10:37pm
Hit
Locked in vision.
Trapped, awaiting my decision.
Non-related interests compressed into a mission.
One triggered muscle group away from losing vital fluid and gray matter on display.
Is your life worth taking?
Is your wife a widow in the making?
So close. So crisp and clear in my scope.
Yet so far away.
Surreal, while my breath is held so no words to say.
Nothing personal. A cold hearted job which i didn’t plan on taking first of all.
Second, i don’t even stand fully behind my country or understand fully how i...
Trapped, awaiting my decision.
Non-related interests compressed into a mission.
One triggered muscle group away from losing vital fluid and gray matter on display.
Is your life worth taking?
Is your wife a widow in the making?
So close. So crisp and clear in my scope.
Yet so far away.
Surreal, while my breath is held so no words to say.
Nothing personal. A cold hearted job which i didn’t plan on taking first of all.
Second, i don’t even stand fully behind my country or understand fully how i...
#war
#inspirational
402 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2020 1:20am
5th Dec 2020 1:20am
Erace us
Someone tell this racist to erase himself first and let humanity see how to self-destruct his thirst for leaving our planet without being cursed.
Diversity is frontal calamity when observed after birth you see?
Obscene absurdity?
Make notes and tape these words for me.
By design we fail to align along the rail of divine. No training wheels to protect your sacred pride.
Thousands of reasons to slit achilles heels with this lack of light.
Where did our sanity flee to?
Fractured to infinite pieces while scattered among infinite species...
Diversity is frontal calamity when observed after birth you see?
Obscene absurdity?
Make notes and tape these words for me.
By design we fail to align along the rail of divine. No training wheels to protect your sacred pride.
Thousands of reasons to slit achilles heels with this lack of light.
Where did our sanity flee to?
Fractured to infinite pieces while scattered among infinite species...
#racism
#inequality
336 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2020 11:36pm
27th Nov 2020 11:36pm
Remind me
How did i forget your face when i can still feel your embrace?
How can i still smell you but fail to recognize these pictures in which i held you?
My disease is the worst.
At least that’s what people say when they remind me.
Remind me of these words.
While my disease will eat them kindly.
My vision has detached from reality it seems.
My wish is to be lost alongside memories and dreams.
How is it so hard to forget the present instead of the past?
I fail to self-destruct even when i...
How can i still smell you but fail to recognize these pictures in which i held you?
My disease is the worst.
At least that’s what people say when they remind me.
Remind me of these words.
While my disease will eat them kindly.
My vision has detached from reality it seems.
My wish is to be lost alongside memories and dreams.
How is it so hard to forget the present instead of the past?
I fail to self-destruct even when i...
#love
#death
#MentalHealth
325 reads
0 Comments
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