Submissions by JetNikolai (Jet Nikolai)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm mainly a painter but I also dabble in poetry from time to time.
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2020 5:09pm
3rd Sep 2020 5:09pm
Wet Ventilation
Just a quick shower that was it.
Make sure my hair will look fluffy, no hesitation,
to let everyone think,
'He must be doing fine if he doesn't stink'
But every time,
my lungs can't help but be filled
with unclean air in still stagnation,
muggy, hot, and salty to breathe.
I hate who I see
'A man whos not me'
these words, always left in repetition.
As I take in the wretched air that is forced,
plunged, pressed, and shoved into my lungs.
I'd rather be unkempt than see him again,
the...
Make sure my hair will look fluffy, no hesitation,
to let everyone think,
'He must be doing fine if he doesn't stink'
But every time,
my lungs can't help but be filled
with unclean air in still stagnation,
muggy, hot, and salty to breathe.
I hate who I see
'A man whos not me'
these words, always left in repetition.
As I take in the wretched air that is forced,
plunged, pressed, and shoved into my lungs.
I'd rather be unkempt than see him again,
the...
#sadness
#MentalHealth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2020 2:17am
2nd Sep 2020 2:17am
[ The dandelions grow. ]
The dandelions grow.
So,
I strangle
and I choke
in hopes to make them croak
I pull
and I tug.
I rip up, with a rush, the dirty lengthy roots
But every day another always shoots
I make them choke as I face their pure yellows
I make them drip white blood on my hands with strife
but no matter how hard I strangle
no matter how hard I tear
those beautiful wretched flowers crowd my life.
So,
I strangle
and I choke
in hopes to make them croak
I pull
and I tug.
I rip up, with a rush, the dirty lengthy roots
But every day another always shoots
I make them choke as I face their pure yellows
I make them drip white blood on my hands with strife
but no matter how hard I strangle
no matter how hard I tear
those beautiful wretched flowers crowd my life.
#flowers
#nature
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Aug 2020 2:16am
31st Aug 2020 2:16am
Buzz
I heard a buzzing from my head.
I often wondered if I was dead.
walking the streets, getting stares.
What? do I have loose hairs
All these strange looks.
buzzing and ringing in my ear.
Frightened faces drawing near.
Whispering with frightened eyes, oh why must humans pry.
It's my secret I must keep, oh it makes me cry,
with the buzzzzzing as I creep.
Why do I always mess things up?
I reach what I'm sure is my house, open the door and
"Honey, I'm home!", no answer, quite strange and quite hard to ignore.
I unbutton my...
I often wondered if I was dead.
walking the streets, getting stares.
What? do I have loose hairs
All these strange looks.
buzzing and ringing in my ear.
Frightened faces drawing near.
Whispering with frightened eyes, oh why must humans pry.
It's my secret I must keep, oh it makes me cry,
with the buzzzzzing as I creep.
Why do I always mess things up?
I reach what I'm sure is my house, open the door and
"Honey, I'm home!", no answer, quite strange and quite hard to ignore.
I unbutton my...
#monsters
#confusion
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2020 00:07am
25th Aug 2020 00:07am
Night Terrors
A night terror a night keeps sleep out of sight.
I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you
not out of wanting or even need.
These thoughts and dreams will just never leave.
Every night I take a pill,
in the hope of sleeping sound and still.
But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter.
stabbing, ripping, thrashing about
ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt
smash my head into the wall or make a great fall.
At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you
not out of wanting or even need.
These thoughts and dreams will just never leave.
Every night I take a pill,
in the hope of sleeping sound and still.
But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter.
stabbing, ripping, thrashing about
ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt
smash my head into the wall or make a great fall.
At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
#insomnia
#OCD
#nightmares
#apathy
#fear
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Aug 2020 7:48am
21st Aug 2020 7:48am
lights and ceilings
I sat under the lights on my ceiling.
Some blue-tinged white lights that clung tight as to not fall from the sky.
What am I doing?
Staring at this bright white ceiling.
Those lights turned to shadows against the paint of the ceiling.
Seeing shapes come and go as my brain loses feeling.
Sat on my floor.
Waiting for some sound at my door.
Head leaned back.
Attached to the bed by way of my neck to the edge.
As the lights began their attack. Coming at me I think,
'isn't it supposed to be flat?'
I sat under the lights waiting...
Some blue-tinged white lights that clung tight as to not fall from the sky.
What am I doing?
Staring at this bright white ceiling.
Those lights turned to shadows against the paint of the ceiling.
Seeing shapes come and go as my brain loses feeling.
Sat on my floor.
Waiting for some sound at my door.
Head leaned back.
Attached to the bed by way of my neck to the edge.
As the lights began their attack. Coming at me I think,
'isn't it supposed to be flat?'
I sat under the lights waiting...
#dark
#confusion
#emptiness #emotions
#emptiness #emotions
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Aug 2020 7:40am
21st Aug 2020 7:40am
Disappointing A Shadow
Rolling out of bed with crusty eyelids,
beginning to traverse the darkened midnight halls.
I head to the bathroom,
going to take a piss at god knows when.
The roof creaks and cracks against the harsh winds among these old walls.
I turn on the light and my eyes start burning too tired to notice the shadow behind me lurking.
it lingers reaching out for me.
"I don't have time for this," I say
and swat it away.
Head back to bed and rest as I'm brain dead.
leaving the shadow behind to contemplate its faults.
I am now just another...
beginning to traverse the darkened midnight halls.
I head to the bathroom,
going to take a piss at god knows when.
The roof creaks and cracks against the harsh winds among these old walls.
I turn on the light and my eyes start burning too tired to notice the shadow behind me lurking.
it lingers reaching out for me.
"I don't have time for this," I say
and swat it away.
Head back to bed and rest as I'm brain dead.
leaving the shadow behind to contemplate its faults.
I am now just another...
#scary
#funny
#ghosts
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Aug 2020 10:30pm
20th Aug 2020 10:30pm
Trapped
It's dark, it's goopy.
It makes lots of fun
I shake it and stir it
until it's done.
I broke it a while ago,
though no ones asking,
its something that clatters.
It rattles, it shakes.
It's bright, it's sharp.
It rips me and tears me apart.
I rip it out and keep it in a jar
it's lots of fun.
What is IT?
you may ask
it's my brain of course!
Now quick here's an ax.
You know what to do.
Complete the task.
What are you waiting for?
Swing and chop.
Set it free
It's a...
It makes lots of fun
I shake it and stir it
until it's done.
I broke it a while ago,
though no ones asking,
its something that clatters.
It rattles, it shakes.
It's bright, it's sharp.
It rips me and tears me apart.
I rip it out and keep it in a jar
it's lots of fun.
What is IT?
you may ask
it's my brain of course!
Now quick here's an ax.
You know what to do.
Complete the task.
What are you waiting for?
Swing and chop.
Set it free
It's a...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #aliens
#monsters #aliens
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