Submissions by Ghost223 (The Midnight Poet)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just write my feelings pretty much. Try to keep up. You can usually tell Whats going on in my life by the content of my poetry.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2019 11:06am
2nd Jan 2019 11:06am
Happy.
I grew up well-treated by most close family. Those I lived with. Those I was misled to trust. Father was a drunk. Father cheated on Mother with Amanda, some stranger. Father wanted to name me after her if I came out in favor. Mother wanted something special. Mother wanted happy. Mother did not want me Kinned Amanda, she wanted happy. I became Tryston.
Father wanted visitations twice a year. But Father wanted Brother instead. Father did not care for Tryston because Brother didn't need taken care of. Brother did not need the Adderall or the Clonidine. Brother was a model child. ...
Father wanted visitations twice a year. But Father wanted Brother instead. Father did not care for Tryston because Brother didn't need taken care of. Brother did not need the Adderall or the Clonidine. Brother was a model child. ...
#depression
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
579 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Dec 2018 7:23pm
18th Dec 2018 7:23pm
Earth Trembles At Her Ragged Breath
Shallow air cuts through the stagnance.
Louder you moan,
Quivering in prepubescent lights
And ruffled sheets.
What are you doing there,
All by yourself?
Should I not be with you?
I am at your disposal and you
Choose to endeavor a lonely satisfaction.
Why am I hurt by this?
I watch through the window.
I suppose I wouldn't mind
Having been your fingers,
If such a case were true,
But alas,
I am a mere fly on the wall instead.
Louder you moan,
Quivering in prepubescent lights
And ruffled sheets.
What are you doing there,
All by yourself?
Should I not be with you?
I am at your disposal and you
Choose to endeavor a lonely satisfaction.
Why am I hurt by this?
I watch through the window.
I suppose I wouldn't mind
Having been your fingers,
If such a case were true,
But alas,
I am a mere fly on the wall instead.
#erotic
411 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Dec 2018 7:15pm
18th Dec 2018 7:15pm
Dearest Alessa,
My cunning vixen of bravery
And harbinger of the dark.
Why must evil feel good in the palms
Of Lucifer's hand?
Time's sweet miserable sand
Slips one-by-one through holes of an hourglass.
Should time be encapsulated by a device so small?
Dearest Alessa,
Who am I?
More importantly,
I ask the same about you.
Who are you,
In a mere two days,
Two have swept me away into a new world?
My Hell is not big enough for both.
Please take it from me.
In deepest humbility, ever yours,
Lucifer.
And harbinger of the dark.
Why must evil feel good in the palms
Of Lucifer's hand?
Time's sweet miserable sand
Slips one-by-one through holes of an hourglass.
Should time be encapsulated by a device so small?
Dearest Alessa,
Who am I?
More importantly,
I ask the same about you.
Who are you,
In a mere two days,
Two have swept me away into a new world?
My Hell is not big enough for both.
Please take it from me.
In deepest humbility, ever yours,
Lucifer.
#friendship
388 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2018 9:06pm
16th Dec 2018 9:06pm
Delete Me
Make me cease to exist.
I do not want to feel it.
I do not want to think about it.
I do not want to overthink about it.
I do not want to cry as I pull the trigger.
I do not want to rip pieces from my heart
Every other second pretending I am still alive.
End it.
...
What a let-down.
I do not want to feel it.
I do not want to think about it.
I do not want to overthink about it.
I do not want to cry as I pull the trigger.
I do not want to rip pieces from my heart
Every other second pretending I am still alive.
End it.
...
What a let-down.
#death
#suicide
398 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2018 9:05pm
16th Dec 2018 9:05pm
Therapy
I've learned to hit hard in words
Untold of my past, weary of the future.
But you are a puzzle,
Speckled in words of your own.
Piece-by-piece I read on,
Aching for the next chapter.
Your stability falters
As you bleed your wrists onto my screen.
I am your knife now.
I will perform this autopsy into your flesh,
Diving deep through your skull.
Perhaps I'll reach your mind.
I fear I've only breached the surface.
Damn these time-zones.
Why can I never match your availability?
I want to know more.
Tell me about who...
Untold of my past, weary of the future.
But you are a puzzle,
Speckled in words of your own.
Piece-by-piece I read on,
Aching for the next chapter.
Your stability falters
As you bleed your wrists onto my screen.
I am your knife now.
I will perform this autopsy into your flesh,
Diving deep through your skull.
Perhaps I'll reach your mind.
I fear I've only breached the surface.
Damn these time-zones.
Why can I never match your availability?
I want to know more.
Tell me about who...
#love
#sister
#BestFriend
#family
#suffering
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2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Dec 2018 00:21am
5th Dec 2018 00:21am
Locked
Once again I envison myself hanging off the ledge.
This building's charmed conveyor belt pushes me closer to the edge.
The sidewalk calls from below and when I decide to look down,
I hear it's treason shout beckoning me to the ground.
This feeling fades inside of me when i hear your name.
You are my strength and you don't even know it.
What fear belongs in a heart filed with shame.
I am yours forever but i dont know how to show it.
And so I just watch from a distance
And like your post once in awhile.
I feel the same way. ...
This building's charmed conveyor belt pushes me closer to the edge.
The sidewalk calls from below and when I decide to look down,
I hear it's treason shout beckoning me to the ground.
This feeling fades inside of me when i hear your name.
You are my strength and you don't even know it.
What fear belongs in a heart filed with shame.
I am yours forever but i dont know how to show it.
And so I just watch from a distance
And like your post once in awhile.
I feel the same way. ...
#love
#grief
#acceptance #metaphor
#acceptance #metaphor
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2018 00:17am
5th Dec 2018 00:17am
Unsteady Paces
Tell me what I did to make you think about me the way you do.
I never meant to hurt you.
Tell me why I'm spending nights up late with you on my mind.
Show me a sign.
You make me happy, but not when you're blue,
Please tell what it is I don't know about you.
My heartbeat pumps to the sound or your voice,
You have a choice.
I can't convince you to stay, and I won't try.
This is our final goodbye.
Show me that you're worth the wait.
Is this real?
Ah. Decisions. Decisions.
All these choices when I just want you. ...
I never meant to hurt you.
Tell me why I'm spending nights up late with you on my mind.
Show me a sign.
You make me happy, but not when you're blue,
Please tell what it is I don't know about you.
My heartbeat pumps to the sound or your voice,
You have a choice.
I can't convince you to stay, and I won't try.
This is our final goodbye.
Show me that you're worth the wait.
Is this real?
Ah. Decisions. Decisions.
All these choices when I just want you. ...
#anger
#love
#rejection
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2018 10:51am
20th Nov 2018 10:51am
The Musical Physics
Music thrives in our world.
Feel the wrath.
Well it's not really a wrath,
More like a pulse? Maybe??
I'm not exactly sure.
But for purposes of poetry, we'll say music is just meta physics.
A combination of sound waves
(Those cheeky peak and valley lines).
We say "oh this sounds great!."
As if we know it's something more than just so weird words and musical notes.
I guess this really is more the physics of music than the music in physics.
Suppose I should change it?
I digress.
My point is,
I guess she really did leave.
Feel the wrath.
Well it's not really a wrath,
More like a pulse? Maybe??
I'm not exactly sure.
But for purposes of poetry, we'll say music is just meta physics.
A combination of sound waves
(Those cheeky peak and valley lines).
We say "oh this sounds great!."
As if we know it's something more than just so weird words and musical notes.
I guess this really is more the physics of music than the music in physics.
Suppose I should change it?
I digress.
My point is,
I guess she really did leave.
#death
390 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2018 10:44am
20th Nov 2018 10:44am
Song of the Damned
She once told me
"A good poet stays true to his Muse!"
And so it was:
I wrote a poem about her
Yet again.
"A good poet stays true to his Muse!"
And so it was:
I wrote a poem about her
Yet again.
#girlfriend
468 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2018 4:45am
14th Nov 2018 4:45am
A Note to DUP
This is not a poem..
I know my last few have been suicidal and yes, they express true thoughts and feelings.
But please understand that my will to live is phenomenal to boot.
Understand also that I have been withered down by death and anger, sandness and mourning to the point that I no longer have a desire to live. DUP is the reason for my currently life span. I am at the point where this place is sanctuary. Even though i wanna die and I don't post much here, this place provides an outlet so i never get bad emough to kill myself. I want to thank each and every one of you for...
I know my last few have been suicidal and yes, they express true thoughts and feelings.
But please understand that my will to live is phenomenal to boot.
Understand also that I have been withered down by death and anger, sandness and mourning to the point that I no longer have a desire to live. DUP is the reason for my currently life span. I am at the point where this place is sanctuary. Even though i wanna die and I don't post much here, this place provides an outlet so i never get bad emough to kill myself. I want to thank each and every one of you for...
#gratitude
402 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2018 4:16am
14th Nov 2018 4:16am
Just Die
Take your final breath, Tryston.
Fucking end it.
Don't let people push you around anymore.
(They can't if you're dead.)
Just die.
Replace all those graves your friends were buried into.
Bet they'd rather you be dead too.
Because you fight too hard Tryston,
And you love too deeply.
You see good in people where there is none.
How do you hurt without a heart?
That filthy bitch took your soul too.
You poured everything into her.
You gave her your 100% and she pegged you down to zero
So why the fuck are you still in love...
Fucking end it.
Don't let people push you around anymore.
(They can't if you're dead.)
Just die.
Replace all those graves your friends were buried into.
Bet they'd rather you be dead too.
Because you fight too hard Tryston,
And you love too deeply.
You see good in people where there is none.
How do you hurt without a heart?
That filthy bitch took your soul too.
You poured everything into her.
You gave her your 100% and she pegged you down to zero
So why the fuck are you still in love...
#suicide
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Nov 2018 7:11pm
9th Nov 2018 7:11pm
Forevermore
There's a girl that I know
With a bittersweet smile and too few friends.
She's always been alone,
Depression runs deep without any end,
But she stays strong.
Blood pumps her veins and drips down her arm
It wont be too long
Before she sees my love runs deeper than her self-harm.
This poem is for you,
Your bittersweet smile is still the light of my life.
This poem is for you,
I wish you could see that you're the light of my life.
And I am struggling too,
But you can't see past the blade of your knife;
But I am...
With a bittersweet smile and too few friends.
She's always been alone,
Depression runs deep without any end,
But she stays strong.
Blood pumps her veins and drips down her arm
It wont be too long
Before she sees my love runs deeper than her self-harm.
This poem is for you,
Your bittersweet smile is still the light of my life.
This poem is for you,
I wish you could see that you're the light of my life.
And I am struggling too,
But you can't see past the blade of your knife;
But I am...
#love
#grief
#BestFriend
#death
#denial
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Ghost223 (The Midnight Poet)
