Submissions by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm Glycolosis. There is no special meaning. Your obsession with meaning is unnatural. Go watch t.v. It's better for your state of mind.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 5:02am
26th Aug 2017 5:02am
Halloween Never Seemed So Far.
Don't you dare give me false hope.
Please... please... either let my soul die or give me back my joy.
Gods were never meant for Limbo.
Please... please... either let my soul die or give me back my joy.
Gods were never meant for Limbo.
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 1:47am
26th Aug 2017 1:47am
My Last Favour
I was once immense.
I had glutted on that green, green joy,
and stood astride the stars,
I sang...
I never sing.
Not anymore.
No,
Now I sit in my chair
Hollow.
I can't even fill it with my poison of choice,
This new void of mine.
I want to obliviate my self.
I want to boil and pickle my brain.
I. Want. To. Forget.
I WANT TO FORGET.
LET ME FORGET.
... no? Guess I'll just have to remember
I had glutted on that green, green joy,
and stood astride the stars,
I sang...
I never sing.
Not anymore.
No,
Now I sit in my chair
Hollow.
I can't even fill it with my poison of choice,
This new void of mine.
I want to obliviate my self.
I want to boil and pickle my brain.
I. Want. To. Forget.
I WANT TO FORGET.
LET ME FORGET.
... no? Guess I'll just have to remember
#sadness
#regret
#dark
#confusion
#apathy
560 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 6:58pm
25th Aug 2017 6:58pm
Fiberglass In My Ear
Like a furious hallucination,
or a maddening dream,
that word; 'friend'
hurt more than anything.
or a maddening dream,
that word; 'friend'
hurt more than anything.
#anxiety
#dark
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
#risk
536 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 5:33pm
25th Aug 2017 5:33pm
Hello, Old Boy
I skipped philosophy class today.
Because I am philosophizing
So frequently
On matters of epistemology,
And other concerns of the heart,
That getting out of my sorrow-soaked bed
Is redundant.
Too often my intoxicants are taken with a large dose of "I'm by myself."
Bottles I haven't seen in a hot year
are like old friends.
Horrible horrible friends,
That change me for the worst.
Good thing they keep me company.
Because I am philosophizing
So frequently
On matters of epistemology,
And other concerns of the heart,
That getting out of my sorrow-soaked bed
Is redundant.
Too often my intoxicants are taken with a large dose of "I'm by myself."
Bottles I haven't seen in a hot year
are like old friends.
Horrible horrible friends,
That change me for the worst.
Good thing they keep me company.
#friendship
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#drugs
573 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 6:01am
25th Aug 2017 6:01am
Oh No What Is Happening To Me I Was So Good Please Let Me Be Good Again
No seriously anything you guys want? My treat.
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
530 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 5:59am
25th Aug 2017 5:59am
Please Please Please Stop The Messed-Up Dreams
Hey I'm going to go get a soda, any of you guys want anything?
#dreams
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 8:35pm
24th Aug 2017 8:35pm
The Bagels on Campus are Kinda Stale: This Title has Nithing to do With the Poem
Why does it feel like a steady descent,
Where the decent,
Are made profane
By the maddeningly sane
Machinations of a silent universe.
Why did I lose the greatest of my joys
Rather than one of the mediocre plethora,
That mundane pantheon of trivial smiles.
I'd give ten of those for one more week of that great shining forest hazel light.
Where the decent,
Are made profane
By the maddeningly sane
Machinations of a silent universe.
Why did I lose the greatest of my joys
Rather than one of the mediocre plethora,
That mundane pantheon of trivial smiles.
I'd give ten of those for one more week of that great shining forest hazel light.
#forest
#nature
#humankind
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
534 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
24th Aug 2017 6:33am
24th Aug 2017 6:33am
Shiny
I've met all kinds of gods;
Old Gods, New Gods, Would-be Gods, etc.
But never have I met one that didn't enjoy being kissed.
But for this one,
It holds a shower of shattered
memory-glass.
It means too much.
I will make it mean nothing again.
Old Gods, New Gods, Would-be Gods, etc.
But never have I met one that didn't enjoy being kissed.
But for this one,
It holds a shower of shattered
memory-glass.
It means too much.
I will make it mean nothing again.
#PopCulture
555 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 8:02pm
23rd Aug 2017 8:02pm
Can't Step Into the Same River Twice
It is madness to me,
to think that cellular degradation,
and regeneration,
means that in seven years my flesh will be brand new.
In seven years my flesh will never have known you.
The skin you had handled,
made ash behind me.
The mouth you'd kissed,
made dust in my wake.
The heart you'd quickened,
shed like molt.
But my soul will sing of you,
make no mistake.
I may shed flesh and heart,
and joy and pain,
but my love for you will remain the same.
I will persist,
in a...
to think that cellular degradation,
and regeneration,
means that in seven years my flesh will be brand new.
In seven years my flesh will never have known you.
The skin you had handled,
made ash behind me.
The mouth you'd kissed,
made dust in my wake.
The heart you'd quickened,
shed like molt.
But my soul will sing of you,
make no mistake.
I may shed flesh and heart,
and joy and pain,
but my love for you will remain the same.
I will persist,
in a...
#PopCulture
795 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 5:08pm
23rd Aug 2017 5:08pm
Beasts Don't Have Hazel Eyes
Wanting to be free,
doesn't make you bestial,
just makes you mortal.
And shame of a quality that cannot be changed is stupid.
You are loved, forgiven, and certainly no beast.
doesn't make you bestial,
just makes you mortal.
And shame of a quality that cannot be changed is stupid.
You are loved, forgiven, and certainly no beast.
#confessional
766 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 6:29am
23rd Aug 2017 6:29am
What?
Spell-check courtesy of sober me the next morning.
As I pen this Poem,
I'm politely plastered
told my friends to pass over to me,
a hand held fog machine.
Broken bones,
shattered sheafs of skin,
bundled round a disgruntled diablo,
standing in the grotto,
where Tantalus wont be eating.
But hell,
neither will I really.
As I pen this Poem,
I'm politely plastered
told my friends to pass over to me,
a hand held fog machine.
Broken bones,
shattered sheafs of skin,
bundled round a disgruntled diablo,
standing in the grotto,
where Tantalus wont be eating.
But hell,
neither will I really.
#dark
#devil
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
719 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2017 5:50am
23rd Aug 2017 5:50am
I'm Safe Now: Be Still Now Heart, and Want for Nothing
I was not made for love.
I had no container for it,
no compartment in my heart.
so when it poured into me,
over that wondrous year,
it spilled like so many waterfalls, or tears, or bad drink.
No control, no gilded channels to guide it.
It savagely splattered and shined on beaches, and above old casinos, and in tackrooms.
When it found it's muse it clung and latched like a Parasite God.
And that latching was a beautiful gauze of golden light.
But to some,
I suppose,
it was more like gilded chains.
I was...
I had no container for it,
no compartment in my heart.
so when it poured into me,
over that wondrous year,
it spilled like so many waterfalls, or tears, or bad drink.
No control, no gilded channels to guide it.
It savagely splattered and shined on beaches, and above old casinos, and in tackrooms.
When it found it's muse it clung and latched like a Parasite God.
And that latching was a beautiful gauze of golden light.
But to some,
I suppose,
it was more like gilded chains.
I was...
#LifeCycle
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1 Comment
DU Poetry : Submissions by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
