Submissions by KtothePOET
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A poet looking to be a song writer and singer in the music industry.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th May 2016 12:57pm
5th May 2016 12:57pm
Dreams
If I cannot follow my dreams,
then what's the point of trying to believe?
If you can't see that i strive to be the best,
then why shouldn't I slip into permanent rest?
Distractions fool me,
your actions despise my being,
if I'm so annoying,
why don't you just wish I'd stop breathing?
You don't need me,
how long will it take for you to see?
then what's the point of trying to believe?
If you can't see that i strive to be the best,
then why shouldn't I slip into permanent rest?
Distractions fool me,
your actions despise my being,
if I'm so annoying,
why don't you just wish I'd stop breathing?
You don't need me,
how long will it take for you to see?
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 12:50pm
22nd Mar 2016 12:50pm
Negatvity
So much negativity on my mind,
My dad thinks it's easy for me to find
A way into positivity,
But he can't really see the way I'm missing her,
But life always has to throw obstacles that continue to block her away from me,
If only God could see what I'm fighting,
Maybe he'd strike down these demons with lightning,
Because what I'm doing is right, even though the lighting in my world seems to be curling out from my heart,
Honestly, I don't even want to be a part of this world,
I want to be dead and gone,
Forgotten, and thrown into a place that no one...
My dad thinks it's easy for me to find
A way into positivity,
But he can't really see the way I'm missing her,
But life always has to throw obstacles that continue to block her away from me,
If only God could see what I'm fighting,
Maybe he'd strike down these demons with lightning,
Because what I'm doing is right, even though the lighting in my world seems to be curling out from my heart,
Honestly, I don't even want to be a part of this world,
I want to be dead and gone,
Forgotten, and thrown into a place that no one...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2016 5:30am
31st Jan 2016 5:30am
Pointless
Trying is pointless,
As I spend my time crying,
I'm screaming at you to leave me alone,
But inside I'm killing myself because you're always gone,
What can I do to help myself,
When all I feel is a guilt for not letting you live your life,
Instead, I pile upon your shoulders the weight of my depression,
In an attempt to make a more perfect connection,
But all my attempts are met with violent salutations,
As I travel this road alone,
Having no way of talking to you even on the phone,
I depend on empathy to link my sadness to happiness,
But...
As I spend my time crying,
I'm screaming at you to leave me alone,
But inside I'm killing myself because you're always gone,
What can I do to help myself,
When all I feel is a guilt for not letting you live your life,
Instead, I pile upon your shoulders the weight of my depression,
In an attempt to make a more perfect connection,
But all my attempts are met with violent salutations,
As I travel this road alone,
Having no way of talking to you even on the phone,
I depend on empathy to link my sadness to happiness,
But...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2016 7:24pm
30th Jan 2016 7:24pm
Water
God, if you're reading this,
Please help me get to an oasis,
As I desperately walk through the deserts of my mind,
Looking for a drop of water, and it's all I can find,
This drop in my hand is all that I have,
But as I walk through the sand, the water drains from my hand and I'm left with a gaze,
Into the blistering sand of this desert in my mind,
My soul is drying up, a thirst that cannot be quenched by the happiness of my body,
Lord please, wash me with your water.
Please help me get to an oasis,
As I desperately walk through the deserts of my mind,
Looking for a drop of water, and it's all I can find,
This drop in my hand is all that I have,
But as I walk through the sand, the water drains from my hand and I'm left with a gaze,
Into the blistering sand of this desert in my mind,
My soul is drying up, a thirst that cannot be quenched by the happiness of my body,
Lord please, wash me with your water.
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2016 7:22pm
30th Jan 2016 7:22pm
My Angel
These doors seem closed to me,
blurryface takes over my mind,
and I feel confined to this vessel,
judge mental thoughts take over my brain,
Mental bloodstains stain my soul,
But though I'm weak,
I shall seek my angel,
To give me refuge from this hell,
That has me falling away,
She'll keep my pace going, to get out of this desert that have my skies go gray,
Though I'm dying,
I'm trying to pull myself out this abyss,
Trying to get my self off santa's naughty list,
Because the thoughts I have are bulletproof,
A proof in reality that I may...
blurryface takes over my mind,
and I feel confined to this vessel,
judge mental thoughts take over my brain,
Mental bloodstains stain my soul,
But though I'm weak,
I shall seek my angel,
To give me refuge from this hell,
That has me falling away,
She'll keep my pace going, to get out of this desert that have my skies go gray,
Though I'm dying,
I'm trying to pull myself out this abyss,
Trying to get my self off santa's naughty list,
Because the thoughts I have are bulletproof,
A proof in reality that I may...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2016 12:37pm
28th Jan 2016 12:37pm
Living for you
I'm living for you,
Keeping myself breathing so that I won't affect your flow,
Keeping myself away from the knives that drew my blood,
I'm falling into a pit of fire,
Time is passing by as I sit, wondering why it is I spit fire,
Fire that is anger,
Anger that is thoughts,
Thoughts that turn to misdirections,
Imperfect connections in myself,
I wonder to myself,
How can I defend myself from these monsters,
If I'm scarcely breathing,
A goner wanting to be frozen in time,
A lonely soldier, beaten down,
A dead poet, scrambling for his pen,...
Keeping myself breathing so that I won't affect your flow,
Keeping myself away from the knives that drew my blood,
I'm falling into a pit of fire,
Time is passing by as I sit, wondering why it is I spit fire,
Fire that is anger,
Anger that is thoughts,
Thoughts that turn to misdirections,
Imperfect connections in myself,
I wonder to myself,
How can I defend myself from these monsters,
If I'm scarcely breathing,
A goner wanting to be frozen in time,
A lonely soldier, beaten down,
A dead poet, scrambling for his pen,...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2016 12:36pm
28th Jan 2016 12:36pm
Insane
I'm insane,
I don't know what I am,
A thinker? Or someone to be framed?
Ive lost myself into thoughts, so far I can hardly ever get out,
My imperfections are hated by others, making a case in my mind that my "brothers" are all traitors.
I'm not allowed to die,
I'm not able to live,
I'm stuck in between, scarcely breathing,
I feel my soul giving into the bonds of life,
This ride of stress catching up to my person,
I want to drown myself, and have my body disappear so that any memory of me is wiped away,
My atomic particles are all hoping to...
I don't know what I am,
A thinker? Or someone to be framed?
Ive lost myself into thoughts, so far I can hardly ever get out,
My imperfections are hated by others, making a case in my mind that my "brothers" are all traitors.
I'm not allowed to die,
I'm not able to live,
I'm stuck in between, scarcely breathing,
I feel my soul giving into the bonds of life,
This ride of stress catching up to my person,
I want to drown myself, and have my body disappear so that any memory of me is wiped away,
My atomic particles are all hoping to...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2016 1:32pm
26th Jan 2016 1:32pm
Life
Life is tiring.
Would love to have a firing squad line up to take aim,
No regret showing in my mind as I hope to get rid of my negative fame.
My flame quivers,
The warm touch of blood on my skin making my body shiver.
My dream is of me dying,
So I no longer look forward to staying up late at night crying,
Because I will never be someone.
I'm the person society always calls,"the dumb one".
I'm tired of life.
My soul is cold so I have no choice but to dive into the flames of hell,
Cringing under the excruciating sound of a church bell....
Would love to have a firing squad line up to take aim,
No regret showing in my mind as I hope to get rid of my negative fame.
My flame quivers,
The warm touch of blood on my skin making my body shiver.
My dream is of me dying,
So I no longer look forward to staying up late at night crying,
Because I will never be someone.
I'm the person society always calls,"the dumb one".
I'm tired of life.
My soul is cold so I have no choice but to dive into the flames of hell,
Cringing under the excruciating sound of a church bell....
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2016 1:30pm
26th Jan 2016 1:30pm
Hard
It's hard, to think I'm just a low life freak with little control over myself,
If only my parents could understand how I've felt since three,
I'd probably be like most kids, happy and free.
But they don't care,
Not much to see on my perspective and to judge fair.
They simply do not trust me,
Making me want to thrust knives into my body,
An acupuncture that has a result in
Having no more pressure from the grip of life,
A fight that I feel too weak to try,
My light's lost, and I just want to die.
If only my parents could understand how I've felt since three,
I'd probably be like most kids, happy and free.
But they don't care,
Not much to see on my perspective and to judge fair.
They simply do not trust me,
Making me want to thrust knives into my body,
An acupuncture that has a result in
Having no more pressure from the grip of life,
A fight that I feel too weak to try,
My light's lost, and I just want to die.
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2016 4:12pm
23rd Jan 2016 4:12pm
Once in a lifetime
Once in a lifetime,
Two people find each other
at the right time,
Ringing the bell of Love,
Causing a number of butterflies
to flow,
A promise made to each other,
not to let each other go, in
any, and every case,
Both beautiful, and ugly.
The dreams of the heart,
cannot part
Without accomplishment,
Of this sentimental thing.
A story without a beginning or,
an end.
Leaving the mind to fend
for itself as emotions and the cause
of the heart intrude the mind's
quarters.
The two hands that touch,...
Two people find each other
at the right time,
Ringing the bell of Love,
Causing a number of butterflies
to flow,
A promise made to each other,
not to let each other go, in
any, and every case,
Both beautiful, and ugly.
The dreams of the heart,
cannot part
Without accomplishment,
Of this sentimental thing.
A story without a beginning or,
an end.
Leaving the mind to fend
for itself as emotions and the cause
of the heart intrude the mind's
quarters.
The two hands that touch,...
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