Submissions by Geistgutz (hayden)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write mainly dark poems but i can also write postive poems as well, if you like dark or "gothic" poems, then im your guy. Im also fairly new to this so yea.
reality vs fiction
He sits quite in his room,
with nobody knocking.
Purple and blue lights swirl around his eyes,
with great demise,
as he lifts his own lies to the air.
Tv echoing past shows of beautiful styles of art.
posters littered the walls,
emo tendencies huh.
music playing in the background,
rock or somesort.
He types away at his little poems,
as he finally lays.
He thinks,
where truly am i,
am i in heaven,
or hell.
this is his time to strike,
bare the hands of flight,
and...
with nobody knocking.
Purple and blue lights swirl around his eyes,
with great demise,
as he lifts his own lies to the air.
Tv echoing past shows of beautiful styles of art.
posters littered the walls,
emo tendencies huh.
music playing in the background,
rock or somesort.
He types away at his little poems,
as he finally lays.
He thinks,
where truly am i,
am i in heaven,
or hell.
this is his time to strike,
bare the hands of flight,
and...
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
chaotic symmetry (TRIGGER WARNING, SH)
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#EatingDisorder
#denial
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let it be, all set free
let it be,
they run set free
through open fields they tread.
Back winds bellowed
as we set through stone
of earth and truth to mellow feelings
free from despair and yet so to dare
as to fear from my humble abyss.
The life you once held were falling to the well,
we'd find our humble detail.
In hands we hold,
our fears are told,
through stories we tell our lives.
Once free,
let it be,
we have no time to set.
our lost broken dreams,
tea filled with seeds,
as we finally give...
they run set free
through open fields they tread.
Back winds bellowed
as we set through stone
of earth and truth to mellow feelings
free from despair and yet so to dare
as to fear from my humble abyss.
The life you once held were falling to the well,
we'd find our humble detail.
In hands we hold,
our fears are told,
through stories we tell our lives.
Once free,
let it be,
we have no time to set.
our lost broken dreams,
tea filled with seeds,
as we finally give...
#love
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1 Comment
goodbye to a world
crumbling to dust,
this corrupt system is nothing to us.
Waiting for freedom,
Waiting for time,
Kicking the bucket,
they still keep lying.
"we care for you all" they say with a twist,
we know they are faking,
shaking their fists.
Authority is nothing,
we live under "justice"
as the world falls over,
to a corrupt system of bliss.
We pretend to agree,
so we dont get killed.
we fight for our rights,
which fills us with thrills.
As the system falls down.
we own the town
...
this corrupt system is nothing to us.
Waiting for freedom,
Waiting for time,
Kicking the bucket,
they still keep lying.
"we care for you all" they say with a twist,
we know they are faking,
shaking their fists.
Authority is nothing,
we live under "justice"
as the world falls over,
to a corrupt system of bliss.
We pretend to agree,
so we dont get killed.
we fight for our rights,
which fills us with thrills.
As the system falls down.
we own the town
...
#corruption
#politics
#racism
#freedom
#HumanRights
316 reads
1 Comment
Thief of life
Your body is seizing,
seizing with doubt.
A corrupt society filled with guilt,
tubs filled with grout.
Your shaking and crying,
time of dying,
no place for hiding,
from your immense regrets.
The town has spread,
your mind has fled,
while it finally kicks in,
this is the end.
A new beginning
fighting your madness.
As it takes over.
Your head is flying,
body decaying.
Light lifts away,
your finally staying
at home.
Your all alone,
no one around, ...
seizing with doubt.
A corrupt society filled with guilt,
tubs filled with grout.
Your shaking and crying,
time of dying,
no place for hiding,
from your immense regrets.
The town has spread,
your mind has fled,
while it finally kicks in,
this is the end.
A new beginning
fighting your madness.
As it takes over.
Your head is flying,
body decaying.
Light lifts away,
your finally staying
at home.
Your all alone,
no one around, ...
#drugs
#addiction
491 reads
2 Comments
The reverse
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#abuse
440 reads
1 Comment
finding her foe
Her name echo's through the night
Elizabeth
You can hear her cries
In the distance
She whines and whines
for her lost foe
Her love runs deep
The smoke lingers as she sleeps
Ten feet below
He stumbles upon her arrival
Skin as pale as snow
The wait was trivial
He watches her
His foe
She reaches for him
If only he'd know
That she would soon drag him below
They scream for each others attention
For they love yet hate their own replies
They embrace one another scraping their...
Elizabeth
You can hear her cries
In the distance
She whines and whines
for her lost foe
Her love runs deep
The smoke lingers as she sleeps
Ten feet below
He stumbles upon her arrival
Skin as pale as snow
The wait was trivial
He watches her
His foe
She reaches for him
If only he'd know
That she would soon drag him below
They scream for each others attention
For they love yet hate their own replies
They embrace one another scraping their...
#gothic
#death
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one set in stone
The light of day caresses my crimson filled skin
Fighting for attention
The greif within
He sits ten feet below
My feet set in stone
And so is he
I calapse to the floor
Poisened bones fill my fleet
Callased fingers run ramped through the wind as I search for his begin
Waiting so patiently for the arrival of night
My crimson
Attached to his head stone
Carving the names of his past loves
The loves set in his stone
The fate of blood sets to his body
Burning my mind
I feel nothing ...
Fighting for attention
The greif within
He sits ten feet below
My feet set in stone
And so is he
I calapse to the floor
Poisened bones fill my fleet
Callased fingers run ramped through the wind as I search for his begin
Waiting so patiently for the arrival of night
My crimson
Attached to his head stone
Carving the names of his past loves
The loves set in his stone
The fate of blood sets to his body
Burning my mind
I feel nothing ...
#death
#graveyard
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