Submissions by ExercisingDemons
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most of my works that I'm proud of are long chorus focused poems, the vast majority of my fav's would be on the first page when my poems are filtered by LONGEST. Though I often write shorter ones written loosely on how I'm feeling that day, Fun, cathardic
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2022 8:05pm
21st May 2022 8:05pm
Check it
That ego trippin, thinkin that you're bigger than life, like night skies only
get by,
are illuminated by words that you write.
The deserts formed by your drifting thoughts
Tsunami insights.
A peasant in flashy clothes,
painting pictures, stitched with
the pleasures of smashing hoes,
the green cash, and sacred treasure stashed below,
a castle called a home
a storm cloud where you roam,
the prints you leave in snow,
the pain your heart...
get by,
are illuminated by words that you write.
The deserts formed by your drifting thoughts
Tsunami insights.
A peasant in flashy clothes,
painting pictures, stitched with
the pleasures of smashing hoes,
the green cash, and sacred treasure stashed below,
a castle called a home
a storm cloud where you roam,
the prints you leave in snow,
the pain your heart...
#faith
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2022 6:10pm
16th Jan 2022 6:10pm
322
Every story needs an ending,
mine I'm struggling to write.
Been on this path so long
I want to get it right. I want
my song to take flight, be a star
in the night, to ease any
gentle dreamers,
lest they wake in the night.
May my words hold power
to do some good,
to turn parched seeds to
radiant flowers, weeds
and trees made of the sturdiest wood.
You always seemed to
deem that I would,
my soul so diseased,
to try, may be to poison
minds, I wasn't sure that
I should.
I'd hate to...
mine I'm struggling to write.
Been on this path so long
I want to get it right. I want
my song to take flight, be a star
in the night, to ease any
gentle dreamers,
lest they wake in the night.
May my words hold power
to do some good,
to turn parched seeds to
radiant flowers, weeds
and trees made of the sturdiest wood.
You always seemed to
deem that I would,
my soul so diseased,
to try, may be to poison
minds, I wasn't sure that
I should.
I'd hate to...
#LifeGoals
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2022 11:50pm
10th Jan 2022 11:50pm
Light
I've lost some passion to the casket
where I've abandoned my flask.
Now I'm tasked with finding new
suns to bask in, for now I can barely
get a match lit, they say this will pass.
The night that never ends, well I guess
it depends. I could learn to adapt
or get a new pen, one that glows in the
dark perhaps, or one from a friend.
Maybe one off a pal so at least I could
send good wishes and late kisses
to those who defend
me while
I'm at my worst, practising curses
in the...
where I've abandoned my flask.
Now I'm tasked with finding new
suns to bask in, for now I can barely
get a match lit, they say this will pass.
The night that never ends, well I guess
it depends. I could learn to adapt
or get a new pen, one that glows in the
dark perhaps, or one from a friend.
Maybe one off a pal so at least I could
send good wishes and late kisses
to those who defend
me while
I'm at my worst, practising curses
in the...
#TimeHeals
293 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2021 6:31pm
31st Dec 2021 6:31pm
Rainy day
Wrought be the lily returning to old soil
Knowing it's embedded with sewage, waste and oil.
Bought be any lily, linked to grey chain
Freedom a breeze away, eternal heathen
pleading for some pain.
Doomed be the flower staring at it's feet.
Seeing, feeling, breathing gloom in showers,
not thinking of the parched seeds.
Sometimes wishing higher power to depart me
from all these earthly matters,
too caught up in what my heart sees.
Get over this sad sac, become
what my art be.
Feed me to some harpies, ...
Knowing it's embedded with sewage, waste and oil.
Bought be any lily, linked to grey chain
Freedom a breeze away, eternal heathen
pleading for some pain.
Doomed be the flower staring at it's feet.
Seeing, feeling, breathing gloom in showers,
not thinking of the parched seeds.
Sometimes wishing higher power to depart me
from all these earthly matters,
too caught up in what my heart sees.
Get over this sad sac, become
what my art be.
Feed me to some harpies, ...
#forest
245 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Jun 2021 7:14pm
7th Jun 2021 7:14pm
Just Sad
Not going too well, got wisdom to share, everybody tell me go to hell
#loneliness
#despair
#boredom
243 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2020 7:25pm
25th Nov 2020 7:25pm
Where I Stand
How deep into space am I intimate with?
How far into time do I respect?
Which nations' pasts do I admire?
Whom do I love?
What kind of god am I?
How far into time do I respect?
Which nations' pasts do I admire?
Whom do I love?
What kind of god am I?
#universe
226 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2019 00:54am
24th Dec 2019 00:54am
Winter comes
When I pass, I will hardly be remembered at all,
besides by my parents, one sibling, a cat and four walls
and even they will remember me as
distant and dull.
In my wake lay a list of missed calls,
a bottle and some anonymous scrawls,
plus pictures from my past, that have all been
scrunched into balls. Death's shadow grows tall
as the light recedes.
My early twenties have sprung me into my fall,
Soon Deceased
I'm full throttle with everything I can haul
picking up speed and aimed straight for a wall.
I'm sick
and simply see...
besides by my parents, one sibling, a cat and four walls
and even they will remember me as
distant and dull.
In my wake lay a list of missed calls,
a bottle and some anonymous scrawls,
plus pictures from my past, that have all been
scrunched into balls. Death's shadow grows tall
as the light recedes.
My early twenties have sprung me into my fall,
Soon Deceased
I'm full throttle with everything I can haul
picking up speed and aimed straight for a wall.
I'm sick
and simply see...
#frustration
537 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 11:30pm
11th Dec 2019 11:30pm
Dazed today
Felt like writing earlier,
since then I've dispensed my inspiration
into a couple of tin cans
and abandoned the sensation.
Lost my train of thought, at
least the desire lingers,
so let me exercise my brain
through the dancing of fingers, the
confession of my triggers,
my obsession with the crippling
thought that the universe's time line
is so ultimately bigger
then them red and black figures
representing digits
that we all aim to reconfigure.
Rather than gain soul, love and knowledge,
that save...
since then I've dispensed my inspiration
into a couple of tin cans
and abandoned the sensation.
Lost my train of thought, at
least the desire lingers,
so let me exercise my brain
through the dancing of fingers, the
confession of my triggers,
my obsession with the crippling
thought that the universe's time line
is so ultimately bigger
then them red and black figures
representing digits
that we all aim to reconfigure.
Rather than gain soul, love and knowledge,
that save...
#spiritual
#money
468 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2019 10:39pm
2nd Oct 2019 10:39pm
true
I no longer long to look into the dark,
only follow my heart.
Had I only known from the start,
I wouldn't stand on a soul
torn so apart.
Now I only aim to sow these scars
amidst these flows that form these bars.
Stranded. I've worked so hard,
though now I'm looked upon as lazy,
but when life get's this hazy
it's the smallest things that bring the greatest pain,
I'm lost in daydream.
Goals to be the greatest,
fading,
so though
it
may seem,
I ain't trying my best,
I'm stressed and...
only follow my heart.
Had I only known from the start,
I wouldn't stand on a soul
torn so apart.
Now I only aim to sow these scars
amidst these flows that form these bars.
Stranded. I've worked so hard,
though now I'm looked upon as lazy,
but when life get's this hazy
it's the smallest things that bring the greatest pain,
I'm lost in daydream.
Goals to be the greatest,
fading,
so though
it
may seem,
I ain't trying my best,
I'm stressed and...
#despair
517 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2019 3:47pm
13th Sep 2019 3:47pm
Y O U
I've tried to pop in a couple times,
you’re never home.
You lent me a hand, your breath has been my wind.
For now, Ill just write this poem.
Even if I never see you again, forever a friend.
All the stories penned and verbally vented,
I wonder, do you still know em?
I shared my life with you
and now I can't even get a hold.
Still, I miss you and wish you luck,
but I pray you’re not trying to duck
and just happen to be out when I
pull up in the truck. Maybe Ill
walk next time,
cover up the peep hole
and steer clear of...
you’re never home.
You lent me a hand, your breath has been my wind.
For now, Ill just write this poem.
Even if I never see you again, forever a friend.
All the stories penned and verbally vented,
I wonder, do you still know em?
I shared my life with you
and now I can't even get a hold.
Still, I miss you and wish you luck,
but I pray you’re not trying to duck
and just happen to be out when I
pull up in the truck. Maybe Ill
walk next time,
cover up the peep hole
and steer clear of...
#confusion
468 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2019 3:58am
26th Aug 2019 3:58am
Feeling funny
I've been gone a couple minutes and I'm sorry for that.
Been hitting walls, smoking spliffs and rolling up in night caps.
A dangerous persona, as a matter of fact..
I don't wanna say it all but I've been pressed against my back,
feeling two feet tall, with no wheels for the track.
Demons long been appealing,
forever seizing any hope for the will that I lack.
I'm feeling twisted, torn up, and sprinkled over embers.
You wish me well, the hell inside me burns your wishes up
and sends them back to the sender.
I've so long been on this...
Been hitting walls, smoking spliffs and rolling up in night caps.
A dangerous persona, as a matter of fact..
I don't wanna say it all but I've been pressed against my back,
feeling two feet tall, with no wheels for the track.
Demons long been appealing,
forever seizing any hope for the will that I lack.
I'm feeling twisted, torn up, and sprinkled over embers.
You wish me well, the hell inside me burns your wishes up
and sends them back to the sender.
I've so long been on this...
#sadness
439 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2019 6:45pm
2nd Jul 2019 6:45pm
Petrified
I’m slowly learning that I’m not a poet just because I rhyme.
I didn’t even know it, what a shock to find out that
I couldn’t go toe to toe with you while you were sick
and I was in my prime.
I used to think this flow was sick,
now I see it flows as smooth as muck or grime.
Sand paper oozing from a twisted mind
into riffs and lines. Tales of tiffs, spliffs
and shit I did for dimes.
Poor and blind, trying to stumble on what I pine.
Not that there’s something that I seek,
It’s dreams the meek are pleased to find.
Right now I just need...
I didn’t even know it, what a shock to find out that
I couldn’t go toe to toe with you while you were sick
and I was in my prime.
I used to think this flow was sick,
now I see it flows as smooth as muck or grime.
Sand paper oozing from a twisted mind
into riffs and lines. Tales of tiffs, spliffs
and shit I did for dimes.
Poor and blind, trying to stumble on what I pine.
Not that there’s something that I seek,
It’s dreams the meek are pleased to find.
Right now I just need...
#shame
#confusion
560 reads
4 Comments
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