Submissions by GChordBlues
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write based on my mood/feelings. Lately, I've been in a dark place, so I've been writing a lot more. If you have any questions about me or my writing, you're welcome to just ask!
STORY POEM
Published
14th Aug 2017 12:13pm
14th Aug 2017 12:13pm
I'm Not Real
I am not real.
At least I don't feel real.
I feel as if I'm just watching from a distance.
A peeping tom observing this stranger's life.
I'm not here.
My eyes are a TV screen projecting every moment to the real me.
Every conversation or event.
I'm not at them, I'm watching.
I just feel as if I don't really exist here.
Where is the real me?
Not this life I'm just watching on this TV.
It's cruel, dreadful, and sad.
My body feels like it's only an illusion.
Like I could do anything with it, and I can't feel it. ...
At least I don't feel real.
I feel as if I'm just watching from a distance.
A peeping tom observing this stranger's life.
I'm not here.
My eyes are a TV screen projecting every moment to the real me.
Every conversation or event.
I'm not at them, I'm watching.
I just feel as if I don't really exist here.
Where is the real me?
Not this life I'm just watching on this TV.
It's cruel, dreadful, and sad.
My body feels like it's only an illusion.
Like I could do anything with it, and I can't feel it. ...
#PopCulture
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2017 1:00pm
13th Aug 2017 1:00pm
Cracks and Gaps
I don't know what to write anymore
I feel like I just repeat myself
The world weighing down on me like anvil, deeper into the waters.
Unspoken words sitting in the padded walls of my brain, with no escape.
Do I talk about how depression is actually a thing for me?
How it's like being a white crayon in a box with every other beautiful color?
It's like living with your eyes closed with the lights on.
So many euphemism to describe it, but nothing words could do to subside it.
Maybe talk about how I can never sleep?
I've done that too...
I feel like I just repeat myself
The world weighing down on me like anvil, deeper into the waters.
Unspoken words sitting in the padded walls of my brain, with no escape.
Do I talk about how depression is actually a thing for me?
How it's like being a white crayon in a box with every other beautiful color?
It's like living with your eyes closed with the lights on.
So many euphemism to describe it, but nothing words could do to subside it.
Maybe talk about how I can never sleep?
I've done that too...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2017 11:47am
11th Aug 2017 11:47am
The Night You Had Another Episode
Sometimes I wake up in the night, intruding sleep's course.
Remembering you're not next to me in your shorts and baggy shirt.
Instead you're in a whole different state crying in the fetal position on the floor.
How did it get so bad? What is it that hurts you?
Your impulsive or rash feelings when you have an episode?
You're not crazy, and you're not a failure.
Yes, you're impulsive and can be rash.
You like to play with the fire of chances, and you expect to not get burnt.
That's okay though because I have a thing for flames myself.
...
Remembering you're not next to me in your shorts and baggy shirt.
Instead you're in a whole different state crying in the fetal position on the floor.
How did it get so bad? What is it that hurts you?
Your impulsive or rash feelings when you have an episode?
You're not crazy, and you're not a failure.
Yes, you're impulsive and can be rash.
You like to play with the fire of chances, and you expect to not get burnt.
That's okay though because I have a thing for flames myself.
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2017 11:57am
10th Aug 2017 11:57am
Music
When I write, it's like I drift away.
Every string I pluck, calming my worries and dismay.
The composition of melodies.
Expression of my feelings of melancholy.
Sitting in a dark room with the tv being the only source of light.
Each song is like a short walk through of each part of my life.
As uninteresting as they may be, they're still mine..
Relieving the tight grips of every expectation and doubt in everyone's mind with each line.
My very own trip to paradise.
Without even having to leave my home.
Music is my temple, and music is...
Every string I pluck, calming my worries and dismay.
The composition of melodies.
Expression of my feelings of melancholy.
Sitting in a dark room with the tv being the only source of light.
Each song is like a short walk through of each part of my life.
As uninteresting as they may be, they're still mine..
Relieving the tight grips of every expectation and doubt in everyone's mind with each line.
My very own trip to paradise.
Without even having to leave my home.
Music is my temple, and music is...
#music
#lyrics
#dance
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2017 10:14am
10th Aug 2017 10:14am
A Wallow In Nostalgia
It's been almost a year since I saw you.
Once again spending my birthday, Christmas, and Halloween all without you.
It just wasn't the same being completely alone again.
You grew to be the home I thought I could grow in.
You made my holidays turn into wallow days.
Wallowing in my nostalgia of each of our memories.
Pictures are the only refreshment of my memories that I have.
You have your own photo album.
That's bad because I usually hate pictures.
These one are different though.
When I look at them I feel like I can jump back in them. ...
Once again spending my birthday, Christmas, and Halloween all without you.
It just wasn't the same being completely alone again.
You grew to be the home I thought I could grow in.
You made my holidays turn into wallow days.
Wallowing in my nostalgia of each of our memories.
Pictures are the only refreshment of my memories that I have.
You have your own photo album.
That's bad because I usually hate pictures.
These one are different though.
When I look at them I feel like I can jump back in them. ...
#love
#regret
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2017 2:23pm
9th Aug 2017 2:23pm
Things I Didn't Expect As A Kid
I didn't expect to constantly have a feeling of melancholy.
I was always a cheerful kid, never in dismay.
I had a smile that almost never left my face.
Corners of my mouth glued to each cheek.
It was actually a real smile, not one you had to force with almost every muscle in your face.
I didn't expect I'd spend my youth locked up in my closet of a room.
Willingly putting myself in my comfortable prison cell.
Sitting in the dark and listening to music, letting days pass by.
Because I was just too depressed to go out with friends or to have a...
I was always a cheerful kid, never in dismay.
I had a smile that almost never left my face.
Corners of my mouth glued to each cheek.
It was actually a real smile, not one you had to force with almost every muscle in your face.
I didn't expect I'd spend my youth locked up in my closet of a room.
Willingly putting myself in my comfortable prison cell.
Sitting in the dark and listening to music, letting days pass by.
Because I was just too depressed to go out with friends or to have a...
#PopCulture
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2017 10:22am
9th Aug 2017 10:22am
Reasons For Staying Alive
Reasons I stay alive? Hmm.
I stay a live because as much as I hate my life, I love seeing others thrive.
Seeing the dew on the grass in the mornings
Hearing the birds chirp in the morning, as if they're calling my name outside.
Reminds me that I actually am living a unique life.
I stay alive because I want to leave behind a legacy.
My very own foot print in the snow of society.
I want to explore every talent I could ever have and perfect them.
I stay alive because without me she'd die.
I know she doesn't say it or show, I just know it! ...
I stay a live because as much as I hate my life, I love seeing others thrive.
Seeing the dew on the grass in the mornings
Hearing the birds chirp in the morning, as if they're calling my name outside.
Reminds me that I actually am living a unique life.
I stay alive because I want to leave behind a legacy.
My very own foot print in the snow of society.
I want to explore every talent I could ever have and perfect them.
I stay alive because without me she'd die.
I know she doesn't say it or show, I just know it! ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 3:01pm
8th Aug 2017 3:01pm
Poetry's Snack
Poetry has completely devoured me.
Poetry is hungry, and I'm just a snack to eat.
It seems like it's the only time I feel alive.
The only time I get to really speak and be me.
Passionately throwing my thoughts at this phone screen.
Not even considering what mess the make.
It's like being a child at play.
It might even actually make me.. happy.
It doesn't feel like just another hobby. It let's me show my true self.
It's like seeing your reflection in the mirror for the first time.
When I have insomnia, and I'm writing every thought...
Poetry is hungry, and I'm just a snack to eat.
It seems like it's the only time I feel alive.
The only time I get to really speak and be me.
Passionately throwing my thoughts at this phone screen.
Not even considering what mess the make.
It's like being a child at play.
It might even actually make me.. happy.
It doesn't feel like just another hobby. It let's me show my true self.
It's like seeing your reflection in the mirror for the first time.
When I have insomnia, and I'm writing every thought...
#PopCulture
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 12:29pm
8th Aug 2017 12:29pm
The Home You Won't Take From Me
I struggle to let out my emotions.
Like a bottle with a lid too tight.
I just want to pop the lid off.
Letting out whatever's inside.
But I just can't do it.
Not even when I'm writing or making music.
It bothers the shit out of me to a point where I can't sleep.
I want my feelings to fly off the perch that is my tongue
As if they're a flock of bird leaving it's tree.
The longer I keep it in the more I want to scream.
Scream until my throat is sore and my voice gives out.
Scream until my face is red from my blood rushing. ...
Like a bottle with a lid too tight.
I just want to pop the lid off.
Letting out whatever's inside.
But I just can't do it.
Not even when I'm writing or making music.
It bothers the shit out of me to a point where I can't sleep.
I want my feelings to fly off the perch that is my tongue
As if they're a flock of bird leaving it's tree.
The longer I keep it in the more I want to scream.
Scream until my throat is sore and my voice gives out.
Scream until my face is red from my blood rushing. ...
#sadness
#emotional
#apathy
#hurt
#emotions
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 5:28am
8th Aug 2017 5:28am
August 6th, 2016
I was in the hallways adding another drawing to my sketch book
That's when I saw you.
It was as if time itself had stopped
You were the embodiment of the art I scattered on these pages.
You made me feel like..
If unclinched my jeans, I held nervously when your eyes met mine,
I could just float away into absolute nothingness
Like someone turned off gravity in the room.
I don't believe in god, but fuck, you were more than holy.
A goddess living amongst us mortals.
I remember the first words you said to me
You asked, with...
That's when I saw you.
It was as if time itself had stopped
You were the embodiment of the art I scattered on these pages.
You made me feel like..
If unclinched my jeans, I held nervously when your eyes met mine,
I could just float away into absolute nothingness
Like someone turned off gravity in the room.
I don't believe in god, but fuck, you were more than holy.
A goddess living amongst us mortals.
I remember the first words you said to me
You asked, with...
#LifeAsAWriter
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 00:56am
8th Aug 2017 00:56am
I Like To Think I'm Special
I really like to believe I'm special.
As if I'm making a mark on this world
But sadly, I'm also not that shallow,
I'm a realist.
Reality states I'm as significant as a speck of dust.
Created by this universe but for what? Pointless existence? To be a slave?
Oh, sorry! I meant to say, "a contributing member to this society"
Last thing I want is to walk the same line as everybody else.
I'm more than just an ant marching in line back to it's hill.
I want a life with purpose
A life where I'm genuinely glad to be aLIVE
I capitalized...
As if I'm making a mark on this world
But sadly, I'm also not that shallow,
I'm a realist.
Reality states I'm as significant as a speck of dust.
Created by this universe but for what? Pointless existence? To be a slave?
Oh, sorry! I meant to say, "a contributing member to this society"
Last thing I want is to walk the same line as everybody else.
I'm more than just an ant marching in line back to it's hill.
I want a life with purpose
A life where I'm genuinely glad to be aLIVE
I capitalized...
#LifeAsAWriter
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Aug 2017 3:08pm
7th Aug 2017 3:08pm
Learning To Hate Myself To Learn To Love Myself
I hate that I can't act dumb and snobby.
I'm just unintentionally glum and sloppy.
I hate that it took an eating disorder just to love my body.
I hate that I get the feeling of null.
I hate that life is always so dull.
I hate that my life's only good when I'm not sober.
I hate that on somedays I'm a chain smoker.
Those days, when my lungs feel heavy and prolapsed.
I'd pray to a God, I DONT EVEN believe in, to fucking make them collapse!
Because I'm so full of hate.
I JUST HATE, HATE, AND HATE
It's clear to me now,...
I'm just unintentionally glum and sloppy.
I hate that it took an eating disorder just to love my body.
I hate that I get the feeling of null.
I hate that life is always so dull.
I hate that my life's only good when I'm not sober.
I hate that on somedays I'm a chain smoker.
Those days, when my lungs feel heavy and prolapsed.
I'd pray to a God, I DONT EVEN believe in, to fucking make them collapse!
Because I'm so full of hate.
I JUST HATE, HATE, AND HATE
It's clear to me now,...
#strength
#disappointment
#dance
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
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