Submissions by Fidgetal
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not a poet. I'm just a narcissistic bastard who writes about what he believes are tragedies.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 2:48am
12th Oct 2012 2:48am
Life-Span
Back to the coddling dark
The dystopian, unreliable, destitute dark.
The nighttime life-span,
Of insomnia
Brought upon by shades of the mind.
Escape is not an option this time, no.
Resistance is useless,
But I will not accept this easily, no.
I am just as useless as my efforts to once again hold my color?
Washed out and drowned, I say.
She once called me negative.
I called her a fool,
But who was proven the fool?
The fool or the man who trusted the fool?
Nigh, night has drawn neigh.
And proven that once again,
In...
The dystopian, unreliable, destitute dark.
The nighttime life-span,
Of insomnia
Brought upon by shades of the mind.
Escape is not an option this time, no.
Resistance is useless,
But I will not accept this easily, no.
I am just as useless as my efforts to once again hold my color?
Washed out and drowned, I say.
She once called me negative.
I called her a fool,
But who was proven the fool?
The fool or the man who trusted the fool?
Nigh, night has drawn neigh.
And proven that once again,
In...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 7:14am
25th Sep 2012 7:14am
Tide Life
I can't help but
Feel as if sailing
Of this steep cliff
To the dark half
Of the blended spectrum
I've floated in every ocean,
Rode the highest waves,
Sunk in the lowest trenches.
I've moved with all the currents,
Walked on every sea floor.
Watching my breath float up,
To a surface I could only dream about.
Never have I held
A jewel to call my own.
never have I had
So much to lose.
A boy that's fascinated with the sea,
Floating rather than sinking,
Hooked by the fear in his chest.
Feel as if sailing
Of this steep cliff
To the dark half
Of the blended spectrum
I've floated in every ocean,
Rode the highest waves,
Sunk in the lowest trenches.
I've moved with all the currents,
Walked on every sea floor.
Watching my breath float up,
To a surface I could only dream about.
Never have I held
A jewel to call my own.
never have I had
So much to lose.
A boy that's fascinated with the sea,
Floating rather than sinking,
Hooked by the fear in his chest.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Sep 2012 7:12am
25th Sep 2012 7:12am
Insomnolence
Days blend together.
Dreams do not exist here.
Symptom of my symptom
Or perhaps something else entirely.
What is the cause?
Where is the effect?
There seems to be no consequence.
Only blank, dull memories.
Where rich silk and cotton covers should be.
Time has no notion here.
Murder, for no reason at all.
No expectations, nothing at all.
Except to sit, and wonder.
Pondering my ghosts.
Day after day.
What am I doing here?
I honestly don’t have any answer
To any of my questions.
To any of my fears, my doubts....
Dreams do not exist here.
Symptom of my symptom
Or perhaps something else entirely.
What is the cause?
Where is the effect?
There seems to be no consequence.
Only blank, dull memories.
Where rich silk and cotton covers should be.
Time has no notion here.
Murder, for no reason at all.
No expectations, nothing at all.
Except to sit, and wonder.
Pondering my ghosts.
Day after day.
What am I doing here?
I honestly don’t have any answer
To any of my questions.
To any of my fears, my doubts....
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 11:07pm
24th Sep 2012 11:07pm
Drawl and Wither
At peace, little soldier in my chest.
Keep moving forward, on this broken trail.
Seconds pass and no ground is made,
Only more ground to cover created.
I am a walking mistake,
A failure in a man’s shoes.
A destructive force in a man’s skin.
If only I could actually escape myself.
Parade around with your successes, your lousy filthy purchases
Float on, ablaze with your birthed riches.
The better-thans in their golden cities.
Who are born to scorn,
Feeding the depths of our self-consciousness.
We should have nothing...
Keep moving forward, on this broken trail.
Seconds pass and no ground is made,
Only more ground to cover created.
I am a walking mistake,
A failure in a man’s shoes.
A destructive force in a man’s skin.
If only I could actually escape myself.
Parade around with your successes, your lousy filthy purchases
Float on, ablaze with your birthed riches.
The better-thans in their golden cities.
Who are born to scorn,
Feeding the depths of our self-consciousness.
We should have nothing...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 11:06pm
24th Sep 2012 11:06pm
Spoils
A forgotten word
The distant past
Haunts my days
While faces haunt my nights
Where did all the good things go?
The happy places?
That utopia where everything was bright
Everything bloomed
Its standing right in front of me
But separated, as if hiding behind a veil
I miss these gardens.
I hope to find you again, hope.
Where you will no longer be a curse.
But a euphoria, where I can enjoy my time being
And not worry about what’s to come
Or what has already came.
I miss the spoils of being a boy
Younger,...
The distant past
Haunts my days
While faces haunt my nights
Where did all the good things go?
The happy places?
That utopia where everything was bright
Everything bloomed
Its standing right in front of me
But separated, as if hiding behind a veil
I miss these gardens.
I hope to find you again, hope.
Where you will no longer be a curse.
But a euphoria, where I can enjoy my time being
And not worry about what’s to come
Or what has already came.
I miss the spoils of being a boy
Younger,...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 7:54am
24th Sep 2012 7:54am
Clutch
Glaring, unsuspecting.
The many days I passed unknowing,
Uncaring. Or rather, the mirror not showing my true self.
But I have awoken and my eyes are open.
Do I clutch? Do I push?
You know what they say,
What comes up must come down.
All I need now
Are pieces to fit, to form.
Not to conform to that broken mirror aspect,
On which everyone else is so hung up on.
I know somewhere there is an answer
To all this knowing, to this daily question.
Who are we? Are we purposeless?
Once upon a time, I remember, an idea.
The idea of...
The many days I passed unknowing,
Uncaring. Or rather, the mirror not showing my true self.
But I have awoken and my eyes are open.
Do I clutch? Do I push?
You know what they say,
What comes up must come down.
All I need now
Are pieces to fit, to form.
Not to conform to that broken mirror aspect,
On which everyone else is so hung up on.
I know somewhere there is an answer
To all this knowing, to this daily question.
Who are we? Are we purposeless?
Once upon a time, I remember, an idea.
The idea of...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 10:42pm
23rd Sep 2012 10:42pm
Dreadthread
Its grown time again,
Pilgrimage
Not of the body,
But of the mind.
Reaching out to impossible places,
That you wish you’d never been.
Rarely, plucking out a certain piece,
Of time where the light shone brightest,
In the darkest of places.
Little gems that sparkle,
Blinking in and out in the haze
That is my mind, my conscious.
Which never sleeps, never quiets.
Live, love and regret.
Sadly, the most prevailing of those three is regret.
But we learn, we live.
And then we learn to love and live to regret.
A sad...
Pilgrimage
Not of the body,
But of the mind.
Reaching out to impossible places,
That you wish you’d never been.
Rarely, plucking out a certain piece,
Of time where the light shone brightest,
In the darkest of places.
Little gems that sparkle,
Blinking in and out in the haze
That is my mind, my conscious.
Which never sleeps, never quiets.
Live, love and regret.
Sadly, the most prevailing of those three is regret.
But we learn, we live.
And then we learn to love and live to regret.
A sad...
525 reads
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