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
5th Nov 2018 4:31am
5th Nov 2018 4:31am
isn't it funny
To say that I am quitting
As a poet;
Retiring, even.
And here I sit thinking of
Yet a fourth poem to write.
Wait, wait.
Is this a poem or a diary entry?
As a poet;
Retiring, even.
And here I sit thinking of
Yet a fourth poem to write.
Wait, wait.
Is this a poem or a diary entry?
#confusion
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2018 10:31pm
29th Oct 2018 10:31pm
A cry for help.
I'm tired of pretending
That I'm actually a poet.
I write words down and
Half the shit doesn't make sense.
Why is every poem
So
Fucking
Stupid?
It's because this isn't poetry,
It's a cry for help.
That I'm actually a poet.
I write words down and
Half the shit doesn't make sense.
Why is every poem
So
Fucking
Stupid?
It's because this isn't poetry,
It's a cry for help.
#depression
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2018 10:28pm
29th Oct 2018 10:28pm
Poetry Flows, Words Just Sit There
Its written, plain and simple.
This is not a poem.
I want to die.
This isn't a poem.
I can't feel anything anymore.
This is not a poem.
I just want to be alone.
This is just words.
I don't want to talk.
And yet I am speaking.
This is not a poem.
I want to die.
This isn't a poem.
I can't feel anything anymore.
This is not a poem.
I just want to be alone.
This is just words.
I don't want to talk.
And yet I am speaking.
#depression
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2018 10:44am
28th Oct 2018 10:44am
My Suicide
But, think about it.
What if,
This time,
It was a cry for help?
What if,
This time,
It was a cry for help?
#sadness
#suicide
#metaphor
449 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2018 1:00pm
27th Oct 2018 1:00pm
The End
This concludes The Midnight Poets Account. I will no longer be posting, but i may check in once in awhile. Do not be discouraged. You all have so much left to write. I'm all done. I can no longer write what's on my mind without repeating myself.
I want to publicly thank the following people in order of how their poems have touched my heart.
1. Taryn
2. Crimsin
3. Lil D
4. PoetSpeak
As for the rest, you're all just as important. Do not ever give up on writing. And if you think a poem is bad, write it anyway. There's no poem worse than one with...
I want to publicly thank the following people in order of how their poems have touched my heart.
1. Taryn
2. Crimsin
3. Lil D
4. PoetSpeak
As for the rest, you're all just as important. Do not ever give up on writing. And if you think a poem is bad, write it anyway. There's no poem worse than one with...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
441 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2018 3:27pm
13th Oct 2018 3:27pm
Losing You
I said goodbye to her that night
In a kiss that sealed our fate.
That quick kiss felt like “goodbye”
And it was.
Because the next day I was told
To be a little less selfish.
To think of you more.
First of all,
Bitch.
I was riding the back seat,
Thinking nothing of the world around me.
Your friend was driving.
You took shotgun, naturally.
I thought nothing of the world around me.
Just wished for once you'd sit with me.
I just wished you had a clear mind
(As one's mind gets when they're with you).
If that...
In a kiss that sealed our fate.
That quick kiss felt like “goodbye”
And it was.
Because the next day I was told
To be a little less selfish.
To think of you more.
First of all,
Bitch.
I was riding the back seat,
Thinking nothing of the world around me.
Your friend was driving.
You took shotgun, naturally.
I thought nothing of the world around me.
Just wished for once you'd sit with me.
I just wished you had a clear mind
(As one's mind gets when they're with you).
If that...
#love
#breakup
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Oct 2018 3:25pm
13th Oct 2018 3:25pm
Alternating Currents (Perspective)
He put his hand on my chest
Said
"Feel that?"
It's pulsing.
Your body works hard to keep you alive.
I told him
"No. I work hard to keep me alive."
He lifted up his sleeve and said
"I do too."
I put my hand to his scars.
I said:
"I feel it. Your body works hard to keep you alive."
He said
"My heart works hard to keep me alive."
He looked at my hand.
Through it, really, at his scars.
"But that night, it put me in a hospital."
I said
"No. You put yourself in the hospital."
He smiled and said
"We...
Said
"Feel that?"
It's pulsing.
Your body works hard to keep you alive.
I told him
"No. I work hard to keep me alive."
He lifted up his sleeve and said
"I do too."
I put my hand to his scars.
I said:
"I feel it. Your body works hard to keep you alive."
He said
"My heart works hard to keep me alive."
He looked at my hand.
Through it, really, at his scars.
"But that night, it put me in a hospital."
I said
"No. You put yourself in the hospital."
He smiled and said
"We...
#love
#friendship
#death #SelfHarm
#death #SelfHarm
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2018 6:39am
12th Oct 2018 6:39am
Why Skinny People Can't Hate Their Body
I look into the mirror.
I see flesh and bone,
But not much else.
I'm a walking skeleton.
I look to my toes.
I spit at their awkward shape
(Much to my dismay,I do the same to my fingers).
My calves.
The hairiest part of my body.
I have some muscle there at least,
But I can see the bone clear as day.
My fucking ribs
Show through some of my shirts.
My wrist was a single scar on it.
What the fuck Tryston?
You tried that shit? You know better.
And was that it?
“Just to try it?”
God you're a fucking...
I see flesh and bone,
But not much else.
I'm a walking skeleton.
I look to my toes.
I spit at their awkward shape
(Much to my dismay,I do the same to my fingers).
My calves.
The hairiest part of my body.
I have some muscle there at least,
But I can see the bone clear as day.
My fucking ribs
Show through some of my shirts.
My wrist was a single scar on it.
What the fuck Tryston?
You tried that shit? You know better.
And was that it?
“Just to try it?”
God you're a fucking...
#anger
#hate
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2018 6:35am
12th Oct 2018 6:35am
Mind of a Psycho
I felt loss again today.
Another one gone into the wind,
Blown away by the storm.
No...She was the storm,
Her thunder screams into the night
At her killer.
Bone by withered bone,
She was torn apart
In a time-lapsed fury.
I wasn't there,
But I can only assume he watched her.
He stood over her
And felt the rain on him.
And in that moment, I can only be left to assume
That he smiled
To admire his work.
I could never be there for her
Even when I wished to fucking God
That I were.
Why was she...
Another one gone into the wind,
Blown away by the storm.
No...She was the storm,
Her thunder screams into the night
At her killer.
Bone by withered bone,
She was torn apart
In a time-lapsed fury.
I wasn't there,
But I can only assume he watched her.
He stood over her
And felt the rain on him.
And in that moment, I can only be left to assume
That he smiled
To admire his work.
I could never be there for her
Even when I wished to fucking God
That I were.
Why was she...
#BestFriend
#murder
#death #storm
#death #storm
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2018 10:47pm
8th Oct 2018 10:47pm
Vertigo
I need you to understand
How to love me.
After you realize
That you might, it may
Envelope your soul.
My outer shell tells
You that I am an angel
Sent from heaven, but
Even angels have their secrets.
Loving me is teaching a bird to
Fly, but watching them fall.
How to love me.
After you realize
That you might, it may
Envelope your soul.
My outer shell tells
You that I am an angel
Sent from heaven, but
Even angels have their secrets.
Loving me is teaching a bird to
Fly, but watching them fall.
#sadness
#love
#metaphor
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Oct 2018 10:45pm
8th Oct 2018 10:45pm
Vertical
I ....... can't .....breathe.
Love ... You .. My
You. .. See? ....Soul.
Love ... You .. My
You. .. See? ....Soul.
#sadness
#love
#metaphor
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2018 3:04pm
14th Sep 2018 3:04pm
I Used to Play Ball
I was once a child, believe it or not.
I stepped on many a diamond,
Both sand and grass
Stuck in and on my cleats.
I played the field like an instrument.
I never did go far so I gave it up.
I might play again someday.
Loving you is like
Ice cubes placed into
The back of your shirt
(As a prank, I swear)
On those hot summer days
Or cold water
Drenching my cap
After the game-winning
Home run.
Just wait ‘till I bat again.
I stepped on many a diamond,
Both sand and grass
Stuck in and on my cleats.
I played the field like an instrument.
I never did go far so I gave it up.
I might play again someday.
Loving you is like
Ice cubes placed into
The back of your shirt
(As a prank, I swear)
On those hot summer days
Or cold water
Drenching my cap
After the game-winning
Home run.
Just wait ‘till I bat again.
#love
#girlfriend
#ILoveYou
#sports
#metaphor
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