Submissions by EdgarAllanPoetry (Tristan Edgar)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have never been one for poetry until one day I needed to find a constructive outlet for built up negative emotions.
DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2017 3:26pm
6th Mar 2017 3:26pm
Unknown
What is deep in the unknown
Hides its face is not to be shown
Makes you feel like you’re on a throne
But truly it knows you feel alone
Turns you into a lifeless drone
Keeps you trapped inside this zone
I guess this means i'm on my own
What is deep in the unknown
Hides its face is not to be shown
Makes you feel like you’re on a throne
But truly it knows you feel alone
Turns you into a lifeless drone
Keeps you trapped inside this zone
I guess this means i'm on my own
What is deep in the unknown
577 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Mar 2017 3:26pm
6th Mar 2017 3:26pm
A Ghost
Stuck inside an empty shell
I know this feeling all too well
I am trapped in my own hell
Trying so hard to ring my bell
I climbed so high but yet i fell
I try to get help but i can't yell
For my voice is shot can't you tell
Stuck inside an empty shell
I know this feeling all too well
I am trapped in my own hell
Trying so hard to ring my bell
I climbed so high but yet i fell
I try to get help but i can't yell
For my voice is shot can't you tell
Stuck inside an empty shell
542 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 5:59am
5th Mar 2017 5:59am
Just trying to Vent Pt.2
Only 16 not knowing much of the world
She was such a precious, one love kind of girl
20 years old thinking what he was doing was gold
Not even thinking about age in mind he was far too old
She sought true love, kindness, and joy
But all he saw was another toy
Lust takes over as he moves in for the kill
Knowing exactly what he was doing he just wants the thrill
She falls into his trap with little effort he has her wrapped
In her mind it's all to real she believes he's truthful about how he feels
She was such a precious, one love kind of girl
20 years old thinking what he was doing was gold
Not even thinking about age in mind he was far too old
She sought true love, kindness, and joy
But all he saw was another toy
Lust takes over as he moves in for the kill
Knowing exactly what he was doing he just wants the thrill
She falls into his trap with little effort he has her wrapped
In her mind it's all to real she believes he's truthful about how he feels
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 5:57am
5th Mar 2017 5:57am
Just trying to Vent Pt.1
My fucking fists are clenched while im striking out in a blinding rage
I don’t know what to do with these tears streaming down my face
I hear my own screams echo inside my head I cant control my self I know its fucking dread, when I bust open my knuckles upside your head. You fall to the ground and the screams are silenced but the rage bleeds on and I am reminded, the beast inside is still not satisfied
I don’t know what to do with these tears streaming down my face
I hear my own screams echo inside my head I cant control my self I know its fucking dread, when I bust open my knuckles upside your head. You fall to the ground and the screams are silenced but the rage bleeds on and I am reminded, the beast inside is still not satisfied
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2017 4:02pm
3rd Mar 2017 4:02pm
Bullshit Haiku
Five syllables there
Seven more syllables here
Are you happy now
Seven more syllables here
Are you happy now
630 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Dec 2016 8:31pm
7th Dec 2016 8:31pm
Lauryn
Love, It’s a peculiar thing, shown by vast commodities or diamond rings. It kills as well as it heals but it's often said only for cheap thrills. But I must say the love I hold for you is not something you can knock out of a shoe. Our love holds me close and whispers sweet secrets in my ear. Secrets that you my dear need to hear. Love tells me that my forever is held in your hands, it humbles me, makes me see that I'm just a man. Every man needs a woman by his side. One that will be there for him when he may cry. And one that will mourn him when he one day dies. But such a relationship must...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2016 1:40pm
6th Dec 2016 1:40pm
What is
What is this thing we recognize as love
Something fact or fiction, maybe created up above
Is it real or is it fake
Is it something that requires faith
Was is created inside our own heads
While feeling lonely one night resting in our beds
We stare at our ceilings wondering instead
If love is real, or if love is dead
We sit and pray in wait
That someone will take us to our own special place
Where pain is no more and tears drift away
Where we can be together, and together we can stay
This is this thing we recognize as love
Something fact or fiction, maybe created up above
Is it real or is it fake
Is it something that requires faith
Was is created inside our own heads
While feeling lonely one night resting in our beds
We stare at our ceilings wondering instead
If love is real, or if love is dead
We sit and pray in wait
That someone will take us to our own special place
Where pain is no more and tears drift away
Where we can be together, and together we can stay
This is this thing we recognize as love
568 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Dec 2016 1:37pm
6th Dec 2016 1:37pm
Ourselves
Who are we, deep within
Lost in greed, gluttony, and sin
Trying to be someone we're not
Drowning ourselves in senseless thoughts
Wasting away these walking corpses
Feeling all pain but not remorse
Bringing others to our own pitiful level
Treating ourselves like we are the devil
I sit here and think about the future
But get lost in tears, pain and the fewer
Lost in greed, gluttony, and sin
Trying to be someone we're not
Drowning ourselves in senseless thoughts
Wasting away these walking corpses
Feeling all pain but not remorse
Bringing others to our own pitiful level
Treating ourselves like we are the devil
I sit here and think about the future
But get lost in tears, pain and the fewer
630 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2016 11:47pm
5th Dec 2016 11:47pm
Her
Under the surface my demon waits
Lies in silence hiding her face
Surrounding my mind displacing my faith
Causing the good to evaporate
Turning me back to that dark place
Where I was lost born and raised
Trapped within my own head behind my face
Is where my demons lies in wait
Lies in silence hiding her face
Surrounding my mind displacing my faith
Causing the good to evaporate
Turning me back to that dark place
Where I was lost born and raised
Trapped within my own head behind my face
Is where my demons lies in wait
631 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2016 11:44pm
5th Dec 2016 11:44pm
Scars
I beg for someone to erase my scars
Broken spirit and lacerated heart
I sit inside my own head
Sometimes wishing I was dead
I force myself to smile each day
Constantly wishing the pain away
Trapped, bound to this world to stay
I find myself feeling my scars
Staring into the sky
wishing to be with the stars
I sit here and think to myself
If only I was somebody else
Broken spirit and lacerated heart
I sit inside my own head
Sometimes wishing I was dead
I force myself to smile each day
Constantly wishing the pain away
Trapped, bound to this world to stay
I find myself feeling my scars
Staring into the sky
wishing to be with the stars
I sit here and think to myself
If only I was somebody else
863 reads
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