Submissions by JUvia1243
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write based on my life experiences, i see poetry as an art, and that's whats important. i started writing poetry at age 10 where i'd have my quiet place and write the things that bothered me, or things i desired in life
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2017 7:03pm
26th Apr 2017 7:03pm
Note To f**king self
Love is fucking overrated.
Who wants to be the minority where relationships don't last?
Who wants to be, that very soul who ends up being totally, Broken.
Love, my ass. Pure? No. Evil.
Brings you the best of life then locks you up, secretly building your coffin.
Then you die.
You've been thinking...
What did I do to deserve this crucifiction?!
Or maybe... Were you the one causing the shit, helping love destroy that person?
Its okay.. Love is shit anyways.
I am not surprised how many disciples of love claim to have...
Who wants to be the minority where relationships don't last?
Who wants to be, that very soul who ends up being totally, Broken.
Love, my ass. Pure? No. Evil.
Brings you the best of life then locks you up, secretly building your coffin.
Then you die.
You've been thinking...
What did I do to deserve this crucifiction?!
Or maybe... Were you the one causing the shit, helping love destroy that person?
Its okay.. Love is shit anyways.
I am not surprised how many disciples of love claim to have...
671 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Oct 2016 1:33pm
31st Oct 2016 1:33pm
You Can (Not) Redo
Everyone wants everything, but no one gives anything
So is this world, selfish and uncaring
A world where to survive, you need to make others suffer
No matter who they are; friends, siblings, even your own mother
I walk aimlessly on this scorched land
Without any weapon in my hand
Sure it makes me weaker
But it's better than being a killer
I look around, desperately looking for hope
But this world is only feel with darkness
It can't be fought, we're all helpless
And always end up hanging from a rope
I dream of a world where love actually...
So is this world, selfish and uncaring
A world where to survive, you need to make others suffer
No matter who they are; friends, siblings, even your own mother
I walk aimlessly on this scorched land
Without any weapon in my hand
Sure it makes me weaker
But it's better than being a killer
I look around, desperately looking for hope
But this world is only feel with darkness
It can't be fought, we're all helpless
And always end up hanging from a rope
I dream of a world where love actually...
590 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2016 3:40pm
20th Jan 2016 3:40pm
Little Words in The Dark
Drowning in sadness,
dizzy with pain
Lost the war,
nothing to gain
slowly breaking,
reality fading..
My weapon's pretending,
tears never ending..
Flower's dead,
garden cursed.
simply said,
my last two words
"Bury me"
underneath the garden.
that lost war..My heart hardened...
Forget me, where you left...
in an abyss of darkness.
dizzy with pain
Lost the war,
nothing to gain
slowly breaking,
reality fading..
My weapon's pretending,
tears never ending..
Flower's dead,
garden cursed.
simply said,
my last two words
"Bury me"
underneath the garden.
that lost war..My heart hardened...
Forget me, where you left...
in an abyss of darkness.
659 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
25th Nov 2015 5:54pm
25th Nov 2015 5:54pm
Trapped In My Own Hell
My emotional needs are not valued.
I am powerless against myself.
Lost in my own confusion
waiting anxiously for it to be dealt.
But how can i get my point across,
How can i longer bear?
The hideous hell that life can bring
crying but no one seems to care.
They misplace frustration for anger,
misjudge what i have to say.
but the only time they listen
is when something bad is said.
I realized with deep concern,
that i am all alone..
alone i came from my mother's womb...
I am powerless against myself.
Lost in my own confusion
waiting anxiously for it to be dealt.
But how can i get my point across,
How can i longer bear?
The hideous hell that life can bring
crying but no one seems to care.
They misplace frustration for anger,
misjudge what i have to say.
but the only time they listen
is when something bad is said.
I realized with deep concern,
that i am all alone..
alone i came from my mother's womb...
1019 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2015 7:29pm
24th Nov 2015 7:29pm
Something About Death
A person only dies, when your heart forgets about them.
Memories lie in your subconscious state,
of what that person use to be.
Memories you once kept, will be forgotten,
in an eternal bliss of oblivion
Death, is inevitable..
Facing when it comes, leaves you no choice but to embrace it.
Fight! yes, we may fight, but when the bell rings,
death will take you by the hand.
It may shake you, surprise you..
...kiss you softly..
Why so frightened about death, when its the answer for self peace?
We struggle with life that treats us so...
Memories lie in your subconscious state,
of what that person use to be.
Memories you once kept, will be forgotten,
in an eternal bliss of oblivion
Death, is inevitable..
Facing when it comes, leaves you no choice but to embrace it.
Fight! yes, we may fight, but when the bell rings,
death will take you by the hand.
It may shake you, surprise you..
...kiss you softly..
Why so frightened about death, when its the answer for self peace?
We struggle with life that treats us so...
822 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2015 1:20pm
3rd Nov 2015 1:20pm
The Labyrinth of Suffering
How do i ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering!
day by day, im trapped with a dead end of remembering...
could it be, that the only escape i must do...
to find luxury in death, a sleep that's so true?..
i run through the maze, with pain as my enemy..
the labyrinth so hard to escape, a thick fog... who sees?
RUN for my life, i dont even know whats love..
the love i had, is dancing in the wind up above.
sickened by my past, survival of the very fittest....
the labyrinth of suffering.. how.. How do i escape it???
the walls talk, but it...
day by day, im trapped with a dead end of remembering...
could it be, that the only escape i must do...
to find luxury in death, a sleep that's so true?..
i run through the maze, with pain as my enemy..
the labyrinth so hard to escape, a thick fog... who sees?
RUN for my life, i dont even know whats love..
the love i had, is dancing in the wind up above.
sickened by my past, survival of the very fittest....
the labyrinth of suffering.. how.. How do i escape it???
the walls talk, but it...
868 reads
6 Comments
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