Submissions by Fledglingsunrise
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not an experienced writer. I write about things that I worry about. I have a lot of death anxiety and I struggle with my beliefs.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2016 2:51am
20th Jul 2016 2:51am
Mirror of the Unworldly
Pupils dilate
Staring into the reflection
Gazing through the pupil and into the being
There is something else inside
Something that I am still discovering
Something unworldly
Amazingly Terrifying
Petrifying
Mortifying
Without movement and without thought
Realizing there is so much more
Much more meaning
Much more purpose
Much more good and much more evil
Something unworldly is looking back
Looking through the pupil
Gazing at this mundane existence
Flaunting its existence within
...
Staring into the reflection
Gazing through the pupil and into the being
There is something else inside
Something that I am still discovering
Something unworldly
Amazingly Terrifying
Petrifying
Mortifying
Without movement and without thought
Realizing there is so much more
Much more meaning
Much more purpose
Much more good and much more evil
Something unworldly is looking back
Looking through the pupil
Gazing at this mundane existence
Flaunting its existence within
...
713 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2016 4:20am
9th Jun 2016 4:20am
Cloud
My head is not in the clouds
My head is the clouds
I walk around and everyone wants to see and touch
I don't mind all the attention
I keep my head up
I keep my cloud full
No one can make me rain on my parade
No one can stop the reactions going on inside me
Only I can release the flood gates when need be
Only I can fill myself up and become gray and heavy
I have all the power over the cycle of my life.
My head is the clouds
I walk around and everyone wants to see and touch
I don't mind all the attention
I keep my head up
I keep my cloud full
No one can make me rain on my parade
No one can stop the reactions going on inside me
Only I can release the flood gates when need be
Only I can fill myself up and become gray and heavy
I have all the power over the cycle of my life.
620 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2016 3:37am
30th May 2016 3:37am
Tears Tear Me Down
My tears soak up tissues
I can't take this current situation
We are seas apart, isolated
My thoughts tear me apart
I feel the current strengthen
All I want is to see you
Outside everything seems okay
My hopes tied to my dreams
To overcome I must hew a path through
Inside it feels like a ripped seam
Waiting for the tide to rise
Until all the hues become visible, beautiful
I can't take this current situation
We are seas apart, isolated
My thoughts tear me apart
I feel the current strengthen
All I want is to see you
Outside everything seems okay
My hopes tied to my dreams
To overcome I must hew a path through
Inside it feels like a ripped seam
Waiting for the tide to rise
Until all the hues become visible, beautiful
570 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2016 00:58am
24th May 2016 00:58am
In the blink of a eye
Blink... Blink... Blink...
Every blink with hopes of variance
Nothing happens
in the blink of an eye
Blink... Blink... Blink...
Every blink with mismatched expectations
Still nothing happens
In the blink of an eye
Until everything happens and everything withered away.
In the blink of an eye.
Every blink with hopes of variance
Nothing happens
in the blink of an eye
Blink... Blink... Blink...
Every blink with mismatched expectations
Still nothing happens
In the blink of an eye
Until everything happens and everything withered away.
In the blink of an eye.
590 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2016 00:46am
24th May 2016 00:46am
Change
I cannot speak. I cannot hear. I cannot breathe when the breeze stops blowing.
I cannot see. I cannot move. I cannot reason when the sun stops shinning.
Change cripples me. Change activates my fears. Change is only change when I make it so.
I cannot see. I cannot move. I cannot reason when the sun stops shinning.
Change cripples me. Change activates my fears. Change is only change when I make it so.
608 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 3:59am
1st Apr 2016 3:59am
Countdown
One more day
To face you
Three more times
For you to win
Five seconds of
Sex and fame
Seven breaths then you
Ate the dirt
Nine pills and you're cold as
Tin
To face you
Three more times
For you to win
Five seconds of
Sex and fame
Seven breaths then you
Ate the dirt
Nine pills and you're cold as
Tin
637 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 3:13am
29th Feb 2016 3:13am
Still
Sometimes if I sit really still I can feel my soul within my body. I can feel that my exterior is temporary.
My soul could sail away without my shell. I hope it does one day, but then again, who am I? Without a body, what is all of this?
What kind of being am I?
My soul could sail away without my shell. I hope it does one day, but then again, who am I? Without a body, what is all of this?
What kind of being am I?
577 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 3:35pm
15th Feb 2016 3:35pm
Insane
You release the voices in my head that make me feel insane.
You intensify the fear in my heart that makes me cringe.
You direct the demons that attack my lungs and make it hard to breathe.
You composed the tremble in my limbs. I cannot stop until you command.
With you, I'm dead. Without you, I'm dead.
You intensify the fear in my heart that makes me cringe.
You direct the demons that attack my lungs and make it hard to breathe.
You composed the tremble in my limbs. I cannot stop until you command.
With you, I'm dead. Without you, I'm dead.
774 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2016 9:11pm
14th Feb 2016 9:11pm
Water lines
I watch the lines of water droplets race down the car window.
We are speeding down the interstate and I contemplate how hollow life is.
One day my shell will be buried under a burrow and I will no longer wallow in the sweet soothing breath of life.
My soul will be below soil or above rainbows or somewhere undiscovered by humanity.
That thought cripples me.
That thought is in constant battle with my mortality.
I build up castles of hopes and dreams to lock thoughts away in towers. They are forceful. They break out and disrupt my life.
...
We are speeding down the interstate and I contemplate how hollow life is.
One day my shell will be buried under a burrow and I will no longer wallow in the sweet soothing breath of life.
My soul will be below soil or above rainbows or somewhere undiscovered by humanity.
That thought cripples me.
That thought is in constant battle with my mortality.
I build up castles of hopes and dreams to lock thoughts away in towers. They are forceful. They break out and disrupt my life.
...
689 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Feb 2016 3:40am
11th Feb 2016 3:40am
In the Shadows
Under your lock and key
No where to run, no where to hide
You come and go as you please
Like I'm your personal seek and find
Disregarded and neglected
Until it's convenient
I scream for attention
You place me in confinement
Are you afraid?
Swallow your pride
I am entitled to autonomy
You are not needed as a guide
No where to run, no where to hide
You come and go as you please
Like I'm your personal seek and find
Disregarded and neglected
Until it's convenient
I scream for attention
You place me in confinement
Are you afraid?
Swallow your pride
I am entitled to autonomy
You are not needed as a guide
635 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2016 2:49am
11th Feb 2016 2:49am
Life
in my heart
in my head
through my skin
every breath ripples out
every action, a reaction
deep breathing, deep breathing
calming ripples
calming ripples, until
another action, causes reaction
every breath ripples out
through my skin
in my head
in my heart
Breathe in-breathe out-ripples
in my head
through my skin
every breath ripples out
every action, a reaction
deep breathing, deep breathing
calming ripples
calming ripples, until
another action, causes reaction
every breath ripples out
through my skin
in my head
in my heart
Breathe in-breathe out-ripples
598 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2016 2:17pm
10th Feb 2016 2:17pm
Pursuit of Perfection
I can do everything.
At least I tell myself that I can.
When people ask more from me I give it to them.
Of course I can do that,
I can do anything I set my mind to.
I can do it all and then I can break.
In private I break,
I tear myself apart,
Focus on what I can not control.
I have over extended myself again
Why must I peruse this warped version of perfection?
Face to face I am making it.
I am doing it all.
Internally I am not even satisfactory.
All this pressure that I inflict punches me in the stomach, shortens each breath until I...
At least I tell myself that I can.
When people ask more from me I give it to them.
Of course I can do that,
I can do anything I set my mind to.
I can do it all and then I can break.
In private I break,
I tear myself apart,
Focus on what I can not control.
I have over extended myself again
Why must I peruse this warped version of perfection?
Face to face I am making it.
I am doing it all.
Internally I am not even satisfactory.
All this pressure that I inflict punches me in the stomach, shortens each breath until I...
611 reads
1 Comment
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