Submissions by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I will not die, it's the world that will end." - Unknown
DARK POEM
Published
26th Sep 2020 1:09am
26th Sep 2020 1:09am
Repression
A memory buried, six feet under
On an unmarked grave; left a riddle
The shovel tossed out, in the ocean
Traces of blood, cleaned with bleach
Mind being protective like a mother
Cut out the once trauma I faced
Replaced the hole, with teddy bears
From time to time, the earth shakes
Innocence cracks, for hell to breathe
Adamant to jump, into inferno
To Join the circle, of leafless trees
But mother tweaks my chemicals
With sleep and indulgence
In alcohol and lechery
Blue screens...
On an unmarked grave; left a riddle
The shovel tossed out, in the ocean
Traces of blood, cleaned with bleach
Mind being protective like a mother
Cut out the once trauma I faced
Replaced the hole, with teddy bears
From time to time, the earth shakes
Innocence cracks, for hell to breathe
Adamant to jump, into inferno
To Join the circle, of leafless trees
But mother tweaks my chemicals
With sleep and indulgence
In alcohol and lechery
Blue screens...
#anger
#loneliness
#confusion
#emptiness
#fear
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2020 1:53pm
28th May 2020 1:53pm
Monarona's Smile
Are you going to do it?" said fear
"Go out and meet?"
"Of course I am" said libido
"I will use protection"
"That won't help" said fear
"You might still catch it"
"I have waited too long" said libido
"I will take my chances."
"Go out and meet?"
"Of course I am" said libido
"I will use protection"
"That won't help" said fear
"You might still catch it"
"I have waited too long" said libido
"I will take my chances."
#sex
#temptation
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DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2020 8:08am
18th May 2020 8:08am
Prussian
Out of the blue blues
It stains the walls blue
Turns my lips blue
My heart pumps blue
I breathe the air blue
My cold hands are blue
My feet dark and blue
Mind over matter blue
Will I drown
Will I float
Will I come
Out of the blue?
It stains the walls blue
Turns my lips blue
My heart pumps blue
I breathe the air blue
My cold hands are blue
My feet dark and blue
Mind over matter blue
Will I drown
Will I float
Will I come
Out of the blue?
#sadness
#dark
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jan 2020 4:59pm
12th Jan 2020 4:59pm
Detachment
This hypoxic being that lives inside of me; devoid of the sun, devoid of sound, and devoid of action. Just floating blind, deaf and paralyzed. But, it lets me know it's presence by bumping to the nerves that are still alive. The air I breathe in doesn’t fill it. The lights that sip in through my eyes don’t reach it, and the chemicals that come alive don’t penetrate it. It’s expanding and I am noticing its weight day after day. I fear I will be devoided of the sun and devoided of who I am. My heart will stop its dance when the air no longer fills my lungs and I float away into this fiend to...
#loneliness
#dark
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Sep 2019 9:55pm
3rd Sep 2019 9:55pm
Tornado
We are not in Kansas anymore. When we looked through our window, the cloud has touched the ground mixing with the dust. They picked up speed going round and round as they become one and move closer. The hollow screeching sound of the wind rumbling our house, we rush to make it outside. But as we opened the front door, the tornado has swung us off the ground. We clench on to anything we could find as our feet is in the air when the power of the wind lifted us from the floor. Everything we hold dear being dismantled brick by brick as we are inside the eye of the tornado and all we could do is...
#strength
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2019 8:41pm
2nd Sep 2019 8:41pm
The Magic Trick
The older we are
The younger, we will become
Subtracted, towards death
The years behind, pushing us
The years ahead, pulls and tugs
We are powerless, to time
Our choice-less, lifeline
When we become, our youngest
No year to count, ahead
Awaiting our deep, slumber
Plotting how, it ends
We will hear, his murmur
I have seen him once
At age 6, underwater
Panicking and accepting
My world, will end here
But his trick, got noticed
And I was, pulled out
Breathing in back, my...
The younger, we will become
Subtracted, towards death
The years behind, pushing us
The years ahead, pulls and tugs
We are powerless, to time
Our choice-less, lifeline
When we become, our youngest
No year to count, ahead
Awaiting our deep, slumber
Plotting how, it ends
We will hear, his murmur
I have seen him once
At age 6, underwater
Panicking and accepting
My world, will end here
But his trick, got noticed
And I was, pulled out
Breathing in back, my...
#death
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 6:23pm
23rd Aug 2019 6:23pm
Insomniac
I can't sleep
I over think
A time machine
Plays the scenes
Inside my head
A younger me
Should have said
Should have fought
Stood up
On those hostile moments
I should have shared
Myself with him
I looked around
Their eyes bold
Laughing at us
I should have tried
To see the rise
What could have been
Lost in Imagination
High definition
Reality foreign
I escaped the one with you in it
What will be next
Time forwards
Can't be sure ...
I over think
A time machine
Plays the scenes
Inside my head
A younger me
Should have said
Should have fought
Stood up
On those hostile moments
I should have shared
Myself with him
I looked around
Their eyes bold
Laughing at us
I should have tried
To see the rise
What could have been
Lost in Imagination
High definition
Reality foreign
I escaped the one with you in it
What will be next
Time forwards
Can't be sure ...
#confusion
445 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2019 12:04pm
18th Aug 2019 12:04pm
The Art of Patience
Thick fluid blankets the mind
Eyes closed until their time
Grows at every crevice
Prepares to fight in the battle
The sword like any other
Welded with every hammer
Will slash any foe
Wearing a different color.
Eyes closed until their time
Grows at every crevice
Prepares to fight in the battle
The sword like any other
Welded with every hammer
Will slash any foe
Wearing a different color.
#LifeChangingMoment
#redemption
420 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2019 2:30am
13th Aug 2019 2:30am
576 megapixel
Killing my neurons, watching the blue light
Distraction, the addiction to my sight
My eyes fly into the screen
Disappear and forget my reality
Headache pulsating I don't quit
The cure is seeing the black mirror
Block the impulses raging to be filled
With an always more, always grander
A bottomless pit; close the lid
Sublimate with this; life to be lived
Life to live in the here and now
The present a gift
Unwrap and play with it.
Distraction, the addiction to my sight
My eyes fly into the screen
Disappear and forget my reality
Headache pulsating I don't quit
The cure is seeing the black mirror
Block the impulses raging to be filled
With an always more, always grander
A bottomless pit; close the lid
Sublimate with this; life to be lived
Life to live in the here and now
The present a gift
Unwrap and play with it.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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ANGER POEM
Published
7th Aug 2019 7:35pm
7th Aug 2019 7:35pm
Confrontation
Rage festers in a helpless cage
Boils the vessels but never escapes
Down it went after a long breath of few
Sleeps wide awake as everything brew.
Boils the vessels but never escapes
Down it went after a long breath of few
Sleeps wide awake as everything brew.
#anger
#frustration
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jul 2019 9:18pm
21st Jul 2019 9:18pm
Theseus
We are all labyrinth, trying to find our way out within ourselves. Ariadne's thread yet to appear on our hands. We could hear the Minotaur roaring to get out as we struggle to find the exit before the hybrid does. An ungodly being created by us stuck in the center of our mind. Once we finally find the red ball of thread, it's not the end. Only the beginning to mark our tracks.
When a track is a dead end, we swear not to be back there again and try to find another route starting at the line where we went wrong. Until then, until the last thread runs out, there will be many choices...
When a track is a dead end, we swear not to be back there again and try to find another route starting at the line where we went wrong. Until then, until the last thread runs out, there will be many choices...
#strength
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2019 4:07pm
20th Jul 2019 4:07pm
Turn It Over
Sounds like a broken record
The present
Always developing
Always the third
I am just telling the truth
There is no new news
There is no time machine
To take us out the blues
We look up with hope
She is by our side
Singing the song
The song for the master
To leave her some food
She pushes it to you
So you can eat it too
The cage has been shiny
And now it is fragile
The smell of the rust
Lingers in the air
Scrape some off the bars
Melt it down, to shoot it up
We Pass the...
The present
Always developing
Always the third
I am just telling the truth
There is no new news
There is no time machine
To take us out the blues
We look up with hope
She is by our side
Singing the song
The song for the master
To leave her some food
She pushes it to you
So you can eat it too
The cage has been shiny
And now it is fragile
The smell of the rust
Lingers in the air
Scrape some off the bars
Melt it down, to shoot it up
We Pass the...
#TruthOfLife
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