Submissions by KILL_TH3_WABBIT
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2016 10:26pm
24th Jul 2016 10:26pm
Angry Chair
You've held the title, and sat on the throne for far too long.
Perhaps those hands are not tied, or perhaps anger and betrayal is a mindset.
A state of mind you occupy so willingly.
Maybe it's up to you to pull back the bracelets and see the scars are self inflicted.
Remove that breastplate and feel there's a heart still ticking.
The armor never fit you anyway.
At what point do you step on judgment instead of passing it?
Stop pretending to be so perfect, and come to truth with who you are.
That throne, that seat, that angry chair is no place to be. ...
Perhaps those hands are not tied, or perhaps anger and betrayal is a mindset.
A state of mind you occupy so willingly.
Maybe it's up to you to pull back the bracelets and see the scars are self inflicted.
Remove that breastplate and feel there's a heart still ticking.
The armor never fit you anyway.
At what point do you step on judgment instead of passing it?
Stop pretending to be so perfect, and come to truth with who you are.
That throne, that seat, that angry chair is no place to be. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2016 7:26pm
20th Jul 2016 7:26pm
Moment Like This
Depressing as the rain falls over the beach today, the vision of what should be a beautiful site suddenly swallowed by memories of our past excursions. We couldn't help smiling and laughing out loud as traffic and and local business patrons smiled and pointed as we danced in the storm. Soaked from head to toe, we had no cares, like for that small moment time stood still. So many eyes on us, but we only saw each other. I can still feel the kiss you left on my cheek before you took you're bow. An unforgettable day to say the least, as we spent the next few days after sick and yet again...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2016 5:24pm
19th Jul 2016 5:24pm
The Split
Can't help but to wonder about you while wearing this fake smile, pretending to be happy knowing no one will notice.
Truth is since the split I've been a ghost so to speak, left with this dark cloud over my head, the rest of the world can't see, but I know it's there.
I'm reminded every day upon my wake up in this slump I am not proud of that I call my life.
Sure I have some happiness, but hell even that's slim these days.
It's so hard to take steps when everything from my past is dragging me down. While it pains me to say it, but the pain of you has heavily weighed...
Truth is since the split I've been a ghost so to speak, left with this dark cloud over my head, the rest of the world can't see, but I know it's there.
I'm reminded every day upon my wake up in this slump I am not proud of that I call my life.
Sure I have some happiness, but hell even that's slim these days.
It's so hard to take steps when everything from my past is dragging me down. While it pains me to say it, but the pain of you has heavily weighed...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Feb 2016 4:38am
17th Feb 2016 4:38am
Two Faced
Bitter is my pain,
my testimony unsweet.
Our emotions climb, but my mountains too steep.
She comes cloaked as the wolf,
and prowls amongst the sheep.
A thief in the night, behind my heart she'll creep.
A scholar of her ways,
with many lessons to teach, she practices in the mirror,
to herself she'll preach.
Though her Pulpit isn't tall, too big, or small.
I don't want to condemn her,
however i refuse to take her fall...
my testimony unsweet.
Our emotions climb, but my mountains too steep.
She comes cloaked as the wolf,
and prowls amongst the sheep.
A thief in the night, behind my heart she'll creep.
A scholar of her ways,
with many lessons to teach, she practices in the mirror,
to herself she'll preach.
Though her Pulpit isn't tall, too big, or small.
I don't want to condemn her,
however i refuse to take her fall...
537 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2016 4:18am
17th Feb 2016 4:18am
Letters Home
She waits patiently by the phone,
In hopes it doesn't ring as it has a few times before.
It's been six months to the day, that's one more, she's sure.
She's lost a father, and a brother,
Heard sorrows from her mother,
half her family fell victim to a foreign war.
She sits up at night, cries in fright, she'll see her son no more.
Only letters home to comfort her
as she reads of blood and gore.
If the post marks keep coming that means her son is...
In hopes it doesn't ring as it has a few times before.
It's been six months to the day, that's one more, she's sure.
She's lost a father, and a brother,
Heard sorrows from her mother,
half her family fell victim to a foreign war.
She sits up at night, cries in fright, she'll see her son no more.
Only letters home to comfort her
as she reads of blood and gore.
If the post marks keep coming that means her son is...
604 reads
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