Submissions by DystopianMelody
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Here lie some words. They will be remembered.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2021 2:24am
26th Nov 2021 2:24am
Centre self
Sometimes
as I sit by a clouded window
and scribble passing thoughts
half finished on to cold pains
trying to pin motives and reasoning
on distant chaos
In the brief calm before the next storm
I think of me
the me I barely remember
as I once almost was
the hands I must have had
to hold so strong
to the shape of purpose
the mind I must have had
to mold so much meaningless into shape
what would I give
to have that clear sight again?
the strength to carry heavy loads without breaking
...
as I sit by a clouded window
and scribble passing thoughts
half finished on to cold pains
trying to pin motives and reasoning
on distant chaos
In the brief calm before the next storm
I think of me
the me I barely remember
as I once almost was
the hands I must have had
to hold so strong
to the shape of purpose
the mind I must have had
to mold so much meaningless into shape
what would I give
to have that clear sight again?
the strength to carry heavy loads without breaking
...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Nov 2021 00:50am
25th Nov 2021 00:50am
Nameless
You are moments gift wrapped In silence
pauses like tongues running along razors
you are bones cracked
backs whipped
strength subverted
stallions running in circles
until strength fades enough for saddles to be tied
You are the ghost of names unspoken
you are hollows where words should never have been
you are Bound to nooses
tied to the hands of every clock you see
You are hope
but
the desperate kind
that mortars over cracks left behind when faith rips itself free
you are the bottom brick of a...
pauses like tongues running along razors
you are bones cracked
backs whipped
strength subverted
stallions running in circles
until strength fades enough for saddles to be tied
You are the ghost of names unspoken
you are hollows where words should never have been
you are Bound to nooses
tied to the hands of every clock you see
You are hope
but
the desperate kind
that mortars over cracks left behind when faith rips itself free
you are the bottom brick of a...
#love
#depression
#identity
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jul 2021 7:41pm
4th Jul 2021 7:41pm
This Is Fine
For every man that ever slept soundly
A blade under the pillow
was the ocean around his island
Who would have thought
the dividing line
between peace and degradation
was exactly razor thin
Come down from there, they say
no need to stay alert
perched in your crows nest
keeping watch for sharp rocks
waiting to punch through ship shells
Come down from there
enjoy the company
drink, be merry
wait for whatever life brings
If our cups end up filled
with brine instead of rum
we...
A blade under the pillow
was the ocean around his island
Who would have thought
the dividing line
between peace and degradation
was exactly razor thin
Come down from there, they say
no need to stay alert
perched in your crows nest
keeping watch for sharp rocks
waiting to punch through ship shells
Come down from there
enjoy the company
drink, be merry
wait for whatever life brings
If our cups end up filled
with brine instead of rum
we...
#LifeStruggles
#HumanRights
#inequality
#poverty
#rebellion
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 12:15pm
20th Oct 2020 12:15pm
Intentions
Could you please
At least
Spit first
Before the thought of you
Within me
Unfurls itself
Rising from the depths of my gut
Slime and fetid stench
Coming to rest at the back of my throat
Settling just beneath the bile
To keep me on my toes
You
My noose
In one way or another
How do I subvert the purpose of the rope
Around my neck
When the reaching of my hands
Loses its meaning
And the lighthouse of my soul has begun to lean
In storm winds it wasnt built to withstand
But...
At least
Spit first
Before the thought of you
Within me
Unfurls itself
Rising from the depths of my gut
Slime and fetid stench
Coming to rest at the back of my throat
Settling just beneath the bile
To keep me on my toes
You
My noose
In one way or another
How do I subvert the purpose of the rope
Around my neck
When the reaching of my hands
Loses its meaning
And the lighthouse of my soul has begun to lean
In storm winds it wasnt built to withstand
But...
#hate
#LifeGoals
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
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3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2020 11:20pm
3rd Feb 2020 11:20pm
Mystic
I am an unlit torch
Waiting for a spark to find me
I was made to carry an eternal flame
But those fires struggle in the meagre light and spitting rain of civilising countries
I am an unlit torch
Doused in oil
No longer timber
Not yet flame
Waiting to be set alight
By the ever burning soul of the Beloved
Who's light shone in so many others
In the land my father left behind
It calls to me
hums and rattles inside my veins
And sets my feet to itching
Wander
Says Beloved
Shed your name...
Waiting for a spark to find me
I was made to carry an eternal flame
But those fires struggle in the meagre light and spitting rain of civilising countries
I am an unlit torch
Doused in oil
No longer timber
Not yet flame
Waiting to be set alight
By the ever burning soul of the Beloved
Who's light shone in so many others
In the land my father left behind
It calls to me
hums and rattles inside my veins
And sets my feet to itching
Wander
Says Beloved
Shed your name...
#love
#hope
#forgiveness #spiritual
#forgiveness #spiritual
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5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2020 11:33pm
30th Jan 2020 11:33pm
Adulting
His eyes skitter across the room
Like scuttling beetles
Searching for a crack to seep in to
Our questions turn to paupers bowls
uplifted and hungry
And again the veil rises
Sunshine and butterflies
All thoughts of hunger forgotten
What right do we have
He asks
And again we look to our almost empty hat
Counting pennies
Add them up, your better at math
How many rights does that make?
We paid a bill, is that a smile?
The dishes are done, does that unbend our backs?
Or is it always this...
Like scuttling beetles
Searching for a crack to seep in to
Our questions turn to paupers bowls
uplifted and hungry
And again the veil rises
Sunshine and butterflies
All thoughts of hunger forgotten
What right do we have
He asks
And again we look to our almost empty hat
Counting pennies
Add them up, your better at math
How many rights does that make?
We paid a bill, is that a smile?
The dishes are done, does that unbend our backs?
Or is it always this...
#abuse
#bullying
#escape
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
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5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2020 6:43pm
30th Jan 2020 6:43pm
A Lullaby
It slots in to the corner of my eye
Edges ragged, water pooling
It scratches it's way back in
every jarring movement
Whispering
You know you missed me
My way of seeing life
Through a sceptic lens
You never wrote
It says
You tried
And you tried
But without my hand to guide your pen
It hangs limp
not even broken, just a pointless thing
Like you without me
It coos to me
like a loving mother
with a voice of honey
Laced with cyanide
You used to know me
She says ...
Edges ragged, water pooling
It scratches it's way back in
every jarring movement
Whispering
You know you missed me
My way of seeing life
Through a sceptic lens
You never wrote
It says
You tried
And you tried
But without my hand to guide your pen
It hangs limp
not even broken, just a pointless thing
Like you without me
It coos to me
like a loving mother
with a voice of honey
Laced with cyanide
You used to know me
She says ...
#anxiety
#depression
#insomnia
#denial
#nightmares
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 4:04am
11th Dec 2019 4:04am
The Perks of Parenthood
Yes god.
You're right I am a leach and a free loader
I dont deserve any of the things I want
No place to sleep no food to eat no worthiness of love no right to speak no right to laugh
I am eternally grateful for the ongoing gift of breathing and I'll lay at your feet like the grateful dog you've raised me to be
You've often asked what the point of having kids was, and i dont know either
What point was there to having kids who had to hold each parents hand and walk them through the basics of life as little more than toddlers
What point was there to...
You're right I am a leach and a free loader
I dont deserve any of the things I want
No place to sleep no food to eat no worthiness of love no right to speak no right to laugh
I am eternally grateful for the ongoing gift of breathing and I'll lay at your feet like the grateful dog you've raised me to be
You've often asked what the point of having kids was, and i dont know either
What point was there to having kids who had to hold each parents hand and walk them through the basics of life as little more than toddlers
What point was there to...
#children
#parent
#childhood
#memories
#responsibility
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2019 00:41am
1st Jan 2019 00:41am
Praying for miracles
Every Christmas tree
begs me to stand in its shade
to feel the light of love
Each one a portal
to the warmest place
filled with happy faces
heartfelt gestures
a place I've never been
begs me to stand in its shade
to feel the light of love
Each one a portal
to the warmest place
filled with happy faces
heartfelt gestures
a place I've never been
#Christmas
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2018 1:31am
28th Dec 2018 1:31am
The way that clouds feel
A strange feeling has been washing over me
like waves brushing driftwood
reminding me
with fingers trailing in my hair
lingering a moment longer
every time they touch my parched skin
I'm not alone anymore
for a while now
and for a while longer
I have this embrace
and I will feel it forever
never more so
than when it finally fades
I think
in those restful moments
nestled within raging storms
of the warmth that shelters me
so strong that she snatches moments
to reassure me ...
like waves brushing driftwood
reminding me
with fingers trailing in my hair
lingering a moment longer
every time they touch my parched skin
I'm not alone anymore
for a while now
and for a while longer
I have this embrace
and I will feel it forever
never more so
than when it finally fades
I think
in those restful moments
nestled within raging storms
of the warmth that shelters me
so strong that she snatches moments
to reassure me ...
#love
#kindness
#depression
#relationships
#marriage
574 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2018 00:48am
22nd Dec 2018 00:48am
Reductio ad absurdum
A little man atop a dead horse
sings a song for valor
come fight with me
he sings
join me in my quest
I'll adorn you with collars of freedom
drown you all in riches
stop the greedy, feed the poor!
come to me
you feckless serfs
I'll heal the hurts that haunt you
one hand pumps his dick
the other cups his lips
over the hill
there be dragons!
with me lies your salvation!
alas!
for my hands are tied in the deeds of destiny
is there some kindly soul
whose charity could feed me?
sings a song for valor
come fight with me
he sings
join me in my quest
I'll adorn you with collars of freedom
drown you all in riches
stop the greedy, feed the poor!
come to me
you feckless serfs
I'll heal the hurts that haunt you
one hand pumps his dick
the other cups his lips
over the hill
there be dragons!
with me lies your salvation!
alas!
for my hands are tied in the deeds of destiny
is there some kindly soul
whose charity could feed me?
#politics
#LifeStruggles
#CallToAction #rebellion
#CallToAction #rebellion
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2018 3:50am
17th Dec 2018 3:50am
The sailor man
It's been a while, quiet one
since you've let your shadow
creep into the corners of my eyes
I smiled an Inch above the line
A time or two too many
I tilled the soil myself
and now your seeds take root again
in these lovingly laid furrows
I'd tell you
if I could, i would
I'd show you, quiet one
that my home is full of sunshine
there's no room left for you
I'm afraid
but still I must insist
the soil here has changed
much too light for how your tastes
run
away
with you ...
since you've let your shadow
creep into the corners of my eyes
I smiled an Inch above the line
A time or two too many
I tilled the soil myself
and now your seeds take root again
in these lovingly laid furrows
I'd tell you
if I could, i would
I'd show you, quiet one
that my home is full of sunshine
there's no room left for you
I'm afraid
but still I must insist
the soil here has changed
much too light for how your tastes
run
away
with you ...
#depression
#insomnia
#MentalHealth #healing
#MentalHealth #healing
634 reads
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