Submissions by Krowzwish
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2024 11:05pm
5th Apr 2024 11:05pm
Diary of a Madman: Strangers
I'm in a train full of strangers
which takes me to a place of strangers
I will work there with yet strangers
who treat me as street rangers
They say it's dangerous
to place your trust in strangers
How strange it is!
For they themselves were strangers
I'm no stranger to strangers
I prefer strangers to them life-arrangers
If this venture is to fight strangeness
Then I'm adventurous
to show you what human nature is
which takes me to a place of strangers
I will work there with yet strangers
who treat me as street rangers
They say it's dangerous
to place your trust in strangers
How strange it is!
For they themselves were strangers
I'm no stranger to strangers
I prefer strangers to them life-arrangers
If this venture is to fight strangeness
Then I'm adventurous
to show you what human nature is
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2024 5:09pm
26th Mar 2024 5:09pm
Diary of a madman: Skyfall
My body is getting heavy
Is the sky falling down?
I look around in horror
People are creating labyrinthic roads with their light steps
Making cute philosophies with their wet bodies
They always say:
This guy doesn't care if the sky collapse
This guy will outlive us all
Funny
I began to imagine the falling of the sky
The stars which hold our fate pour down like hailstones
and break into pieces
The moon rolls over in front of me
and fails to hide its dark side
And, there's no longer need to learn how to fly ...
Is the sky falling down?
I look around in horror
People are creating labyrinthic roads with their light steps
Making cute philosophies with their wet bodies
They always say:
This guy doesn't care if the sky collapse
This guy will outlive us all
Funny
I began to imagine the falling of the sky
The stars which hold our fate pour down like hailstones
and break into pieces
The moon rolls over in front of me
and fails to hide its dark side
And, there's no longer need to learn how to fly ...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2024 7:56am
3rd Mar 2024 7:56am
Desertion
Dust covered sycamore leaves are hugging in the grassland
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold
Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore
I know
I must creep out of the...
Neatly grown trees are mocking my breath
What's the point of throwing stones into the frozen lake?
I know
It's not the north wind that made me cold
Shamelessly sitting on a long stone bench
I become Pharhad and break the mountain
I become the Youngest Prince and fight the troll
However
Before the stories reach climax
Before I jump up from my seat
The moody melody comes to its end
Just like the winter sun finishes its chore
I know
I must creep out of the...
#loneliness
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2024 7:57pm
27th Feb 2024 7:57pm
Relief
I put myself in my pocket
Now I don't worry about getting lost
Anxious fingers can't break my relief
I remain calm as a tied dog in the dark
I put myself in my bag
Now I don't worry about getting tossed
The weight of the bag can't stop my flight
I'm a book
I'm a warm jacket
I'm a bag of sweet candy
I'm a bottle of clear water
Read me at will
Wear me
Eat me, Drink me
I float even higher
I put myself in human skin
Now I don't worry about getting hunted
Suspicious gazes cannot reach me
I swim in...
Now I don't worry about getting lost
Anxious fingers can't break my relief
I remain calm as a tied dog in the dark
I put myself in my bag
Now I don't worry about getting tossed
The weight of the bag can't stop my flight
I'm a book
I'm a warm jacket
I'm a bag of sweet candy
I'm a bottle of clear water
Read me at will
Wear me
Eat me, Drink me
I float even higher
I put myself in human skin
Now I don't worry about getting hunted
Suspicious gazes cannot reach me
I swim in...
#loneliness
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2024 7:55pm
27th Feb 2024 7:55pm
Things I Cannot Reach
Familiar smell hits my nose
Yes!
It's a potato lying in the ash
Im cleaning the clean corridor
Then, where'd this smell come from?
Familiar voice hits my ears
Yes!
It's the water flowing in the creek
Im singing the choir in my hive
Then, where'd this voice come from?
Familiar figure flashes through
Yes!
It's the girl asked me the road
Im choking in all these names
Then, where'd this figure come from?
I must seize them
I must tie them tight and firm
They must be as near as me
Always...
Yes!
It's a potato lying in the ash
Im cleaning the clean corridor
Then, where'd this smell come from?
Familiar voice hits my ears
Yes!
It's the water flowing in the creek
Im singing the choir in my hive
Then, where'd this voice come from?
Familiar figure flashes through
Yes!
It's the girl asked me the road
Im choking in all these names
Then, where'd this figure come from?
I must seize them
I must tie them tight and firm
They must be as near as me
Always...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2021 4:35pm
29th Dec 2021 4:35pm
Secret
He found out my diffuse
Just like Galileo found out
that two balls drop simultaneously
in fact, I know your dark past
Just like you know
that he dreams of dropping all his teeth
we know yet other secrets
as if the ones of ours were not enough
we paint ourselves over and over
as if we're afraid that we're exposed
we're close and yet far apart
like the artistic stars in the sky
we're wet and yet dry
like the dying sands on the beach
my cion is flapping
as if it were suffocating
Just like Galileo found out
that two balls drop simultaneously
in fact, I know your dark past
Just like you know
that he dreams of dropping all his teeth
we know yet other secrets
as if the ones of ours were not enough
we paint ourselves over and over
as if we're afraid that we're exposed
we're close and yet far apart
like the artistic stars in the sky
we're wet and yet dry
like the dying sands on the beach
my cion is flapping
as if it were suffocating
#secrets
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2021 4:31pm
29th Dec 2021 4:31pm
He And I
Misty morning,
The cold gets warm inside me and slips away
The sunlight flashes through like a sparrow
The lake miscounts the stones in it
The buildings vie for more fog
Misty city,
He reaches his hand out with a smile
I reach mine out with a rush
Hands clasp in ultimate confusion
Rhetoric questions greet with familiar courtesy
Misty journey,
I won't be offended by him
He won't be disappointed by me
The cold gets warm inside me and slips away
The sunlight flashes through like a sparrow
The lake miscounts the stones in it
The buildings vie for more fog
Misty city,
He reaches his hand out with a smile
I reach mine out with a rush
Hands clasp in ultimate confusion
Rhetoric questions greet with familiar courtesy
Misty journey,
I won't be offended by him
He won't be disappointed by me
#relationships
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Dec 2021 7:31pm
24th Dec 2021 7:31pm
Sparrow
We have not cuddled with it,
we have not taken vows with it,
we have not climbed mountains with it,
we have not had beer with it.
without it we will not die
when it's late we are not worried
we cannot differ its cry or smile
we do not know who it likes
but one thing is certain
we believe undoubtfully
that it shall be back next spring
we have not taken vows with it,
we have not climbed mountains with it,
we have not had beer with it.
without it we will not die
when it's late we are not worried
we cannot differ its cry or smile
we do not know who it likes
but one thing is certain
we believe undoubtfully
that it shall be back next spring
#love
#relationships
#friendship
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Dec 2021 7:24pm
24th Dec 2021 7:24pm
An Ordinary Day In Late Autumn
Cold sky drives me out
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
I decadently trample the withered leaves
And say to the bare trees:
My days are meaningful
Empty park drives me out
I mock the dust-covered benches
and the curvy trails lying in despair
and say to the flowers in their last breath:
My days are meaningful
A man who measures the time with his feet
Stomps my extending shadow and passes me by
With my bleeding heart
I try to transcend the sun and say:
My days are meaningful
Yet the trees keep standing tall with strange hope
The...
#fall
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery
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