Submissions by ExercisingDemons
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Foggy
Clear now cloudy.
Transparent, now shrouded.
Loud thoughts gone quiet.
Internal contemplation silenced.
Simple matters complicated now, by thoughts of violence.
Stern internal conscience, masked by smiles.
Once compliant, turned defiant, I try to hide memories of trying times.
But darkness leaks from a bleak mind, spilling out, with each tear I cry.
A year of hate, poked at and pried.
Now unsure about the difference between unfortunate truths and fabricated lies of the mind.
Transparent, now shrouded.
Loud thoughts gone quiet.
Internal contemplation silenced.
Simple matters complicated now, by thoughts of violence.
Stern internal conscience, masked by smiles.
Once compliant, turned defiant, I try to hide memories of trying times.
But darkness leaks from a bleak mind, spilling out, with each tear I cry.
A year of hate, poked at and pried.
Now unsure about the difference between unfortunate truths and fabricated lies of the mind.
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Solitary
Once held in such high regard, to retain image of self.
Reveling in revelations has helped make clear,
self preservation, was just to please someone else.
Persona a facade, smiling through a masquerade.
Innards scowling at imbeciles, taking me at value of face.
Inner thoughts festering, outer noises pestering, I try to block them out.
Trembling I whisper out the corner of my mouth, while transcribing what I'd like to shout.
No need for the noise of nosy intruders.
No more pretending, so I omit from inclusion
and seclude myself to my head....
Reveling in revelations has helped make clear,
self preservation, was just to please someone else.
Persona a facade, smiling through a masquerade.
Innards scowling at imbeciles, taking me at value of face.
Inner thoughts festering, outer noises pestering, I try to block them out.
Trembling I whisper out the corner of my mouth, while transcribing what I'd like to shout.
No need for the noise of nosy intruders.
No more pretending, so I omit from inclusion
and seclude myself to my head....
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Lost thoughts
I feed off the insecurities, of other people.
To compensate for impurities and thoughts of evil.
I may resemble someone free of demons.
But inside, my thoughts scream and my dreams are weeping.
Sanity broken, unsure if I'm awake or sleeping.
Smiling is my shell, but I burn internally.
My mind perpetually tugged at, by dark thoughts that seem to flirt with me.
So much in my grasp, left unaccomplished.
Time flying by so fast, I no longer care to watch it.
Blinders on, eyes closed, I stumble over greatness.
Unsure if I can escape my fate, things...
To compensate for impurities and thoughts of evil.
I may resemble someone free of demons.
But inside, my thoughts scream and my dreams are weeping.
Sanity broken, unsure if I'm awake or sleeping.
Smiling is my shell, but I burn internally.
My mind perpetually tugged at, by dark thoughts that seem to flirt with me.
So much in my grasp, left unaccomplished.
Time flying by so fast, I no longer care to watch it.
Blinders on, eyes closed, I stumble over greatness.
Unsure if I can escape my fate, things...
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Gone
To choose an intoxicated life of visions,
or a blind one of safe sobriety.
Forever stalked by the pain inside of me.
Overwhelmed, I drop to my knees, then fall to nowhere.
Twisted terrors taint my unrelenting stare.
Feeling discontented by my heart's consent
to self destruction. Love vacuumed out,
like the suction, sucking on that smoke, so smooth.
My minds been corrupted by crooks, so soon.
I've passed halfway, there's no going back.
No possible way to ever get back to the track.
A train derailed, thinking tall thoughts of envy.
...
or a blind one of safe sobriety.
Forever stalked by the pain inside of me.
Overwhelmed, I drop to my knees, then fall to nowhere.
Twisted terrors taint my unrelenting stare.
Feeling discontented by my heart's consent
to self destruction. Love vacuumed out,
like the suction, sucking on that smoke, so smooth.
My minds been corrupted by crooks, so soon.
I've passed halfway, there's no going back.
No possible way to ever get back to the track.
A train derailed, thinking tall thoughts of envy.
...
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I have to leave
I broke her hateful heart, that day.
I threw mine so far, I'd never find it.
The last week of inconsiderate indulgence
confused us both, but it's for the best.
However bitter, this may be.
Regardless of what you think,
this meant a lot to me.
I'd like to say that we can still speak,
your lips so sweet.
The places you take me, enlightening.
But within you, is where I frighten me.
To shine the brightest light in me,
I have to cut out, what's not conducive.
So return to your drooling buffoons,
the ones your used to.
They...
I threw mine so far, I'd never find it.
The last week of inconsiderate indulgence
confused us both, but it's for the best.
However bitter, this may be.
Regardless of what you think,
this meant a lot to me.
I'd like to say that we can still speak,
your lips so sweet.
The places you take me, enlightening.
But within you, is where I frighten me.
To shine the brightest light in me,
I have to cut out, what's not conducive.
So return to your drooling buffoons,
the ones your used to.
They...
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Old oak tree
I lay under the old oak tree.
The rain has soaked me, but I remain laying.
My thoughts stray to unseen places,
but all appears clearer,
under that old oak tree.
The clouds, getting lighter.
My mood gets brighter, as the sun
starts to peer over what was just darkness.
My mind still lost, seeking a cause.
Suddenly my heart jumps,
so I pause. Then remember motives
for going to my old oak tree.
Hand to my chest,
a quick pat for reassurance.
Flask still there, quick few sips,
I've earned it. Going down it burns,
now my...
The rain has soaked me, but I remain laying.
My thoughts stray to unseen places,
but all appears clearer,
under that old oak tree.
The clouds, getting lighter.
My mood gets brighter, as the sun
starts to peer over what was just darkness.
My mind still lost, seeking a cause.
Suddenly my heart jumps,
so I pause. Then remember motives
for going to my old oak tree.
Hand to my chest,
a quick pat for reassurance.
Flask still there, quick few sips,
I've earned it. Going down it burns,
now my...
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Get off my chest
Silence sometimeS swallows,
the small sounds I do make.
My frustrations can consume
the happiness that somehow
leaks it's way into my dark cave.
Each days potential, being flushed
away, along with vomit and whiskey.
The few thoughts transcribed,
are about time wasted on broken vices
and coping about time spent away from my drink.
My mind is constantly a mile away,
in a car being driven by a mad man.
The car's going somewhere fast,
the priests warn me it's Hell.
Each morning after my...
the small sounds I do make.
My frustrations can consume
the happiness that somehow
leaks it's way into my dark cave.
Each days potential, being flushed
away, along with vomit and whiskey.
The few thoughts transcribed,
are about time wasted on broken vices
and coping about time spent away from my drink.
My mind is constantly a mile away,
in a car being driven by a mad man.
The car's going somewhere fast,
the priests warn me it's Hell.
Each morning after my...
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Old, Sore, alone
With each passing tick of the clock, my heart may stop.
Each breath I take, is forced out by death's harsh cough.
Each stair I climb, reminds me of years spent running from my fears.
Each time I quit a binge, I think of my younger years.
With every smirk, smile or grin, I remember my mothers love.
For every cold breeze across my face, I try and recall my lover's hugs.
Each step I take, brings further from the past.
It's too dark to see the road ahead, but I'm never going back.
Each breath I take, is forced out by death's harsh cough.
Each stair I climb, reminds me of years spent running from my fears.
Each time I quit a binge, I think of my younger years.
With every smirk, smile or grin, I remember my mothers love.
For every cold breeze across my face, I try and recall my lover's hugs.
Each step I take, brings further from the past.
It's too dark to see the road ahead, but I'm never going back.
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Blind Faith
Lost sight of the truth.
Just excited, by the sight of the view.
Underachieving thieving junkie,
using my food for munchies
because he's out of money.
Seems he doesn't even love me,
or try to hug me.
Just here for beer and grub.
I really feel the love.
He steals a meal and runs.
Never asks, how my day was.
He may be ungrateful
and take a plateful, of food
every now and again.
But he's my big brother
and my best friend.
Just excited, by the sight of the view.
Underachieving thieving junkie,
using my food for munchies
because he's out of money.
Seems he doesn't even love me,
or try to hug me.
Just here for beer and grub.
I really feel the love.
He steals a meal and runs.
Never asks, how my day was.
He may be ungrateful
and take a plateful, of food
every now and again.
But he's my big brother
and my best friend.
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Rebel Child
Taking wide turns,
because I'm stumbling.
My eyes, stern on my phone.
I wouldn't want to fumble it.
Parents, concerned I'm mumbling.
Eyes burn, they can tell I'm lit, I'm sure of it.
Can't lie for shit.
I see, as they try to decipher it.
Arms crossed, eyes are squinted.
I wish my glasses were tinted.
Now I'm a guilty defendant,
facing imminent sentencing.
Remind myself of discrepancy,
while they lecture me.
One day I'll be a man,
and make my own decisions.
Hopefully, I don't wind up
lonely in prison.
because I'm stumbling.
My eyes, stern on my phone.
I wouldn't want to fumble it.
Parents, concerned I'm mumbling.
Eyes burn, they can tell I'm lit, I'm sure of it.
Can't lie for shit.
I see, as they try to decipher it.
Arms crossed, eyes are squinted.
I wish my glasses were tinted.
Now I'm a guilty defendant,
facing imminent sentencing.
Remind myself of discrepancy,
while they lecture me.
One day I'll be a man,
and make my own decisions.
Hopefully, I don't wind up
lonely in prison.
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Itch
I'm difficult to submit,
I'm an addict that just won't quit.
Won't admit to hidden fixes.
Fixated with intoxicating,
my own streams with toxins.
A sin performing, former convict,
who has dreams of blossoming,
into something more than a fiend.
I hope that by transcribing,
I can help relieve,
this itch, that's even there in my dreams.
Wake me up,please tell me I'm asleep.
May not be able to keep
this up.
Tell me I'm asleep,
I've had enough,
I just want to be asleep.
I'm an addict that just won't quit.
Won't admit to hidden fixes.
Fixated with intoxicating,
my own streams with toxins.
A sin performing, former convict,
who has dreams of blossoming,
into something more than a fiend.
I hope that by transcribing,
I can help relieve,
this itch, that's even there in my dreams.
Wake me up,please tell me I'm asleep.
May not be able to keep
this up.
Tell me I'm asleep,
I've had enough,
I just want to be asleep.
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Shattered Shell
Every morning I quit drinking,
by the afternoon I slowly start sipping.
Every evening, I say I'm never quitting.
Thoughts conflicted, pain self afflicted.
My darkness seems unrestricted,
limitless unwanted visions, far too prolific.
Ongoing split personality, paints me timid.
My mind is simply, not into it.
It's busy conflicting, over my most intimate images.
Contemplating past decisions,
searching out the source, for foul intentions.
So where have I gone, you ask.
When you cry out, I couldn't possibly be me, and I must be...
by the afternoon I slowly start sipping.
Every evening, I say I'm never quitting.
Thoughts conflicted, pain self afflicted.
My darkness seems unrestricted,
limitless unwanted visions, far too prolific.
Ongoing split personality, paints me timid.
My mind is simply, not into it.
It's busy conflicting, over my most intimate images.
Contemplating past decisions,
searching out the source, for foul intentions.
So where have I gone, you ask.
When you cry out, I couldn't possibly be me, and I must be...
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