Submissions by Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don’t view myself as a poet. I have always enjoyed writing. I’m good with words and articulating my feelings and experiences. However, I’m not poetically inclined. I write what I feel. I like to cut open my vein and let it bleed out on the paper
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 00:21am
1st Jun 2020 00:21am
Sink or Risk
Visual Poem
Journey down roads
paved by chance.
Requiring faithfully ignited
first steps.
Persevering through dark,
ominous hallways,
Illuminated by hope’s
faint, distant beckoning.
Intimately dancing with Lady Luck,
amongst scattered, unforeseen
landmines.
Ultimate costs, benefits
unknown.
Dare avoid taking risk’s gamble?
Remain
grasped
by
...
Journey down roads
paved by chance.
Requiring faithfully ignited
first steps.
Persevering through dark,
ominous hallways,
Illuminated by hope’s
faint, distant beckoning.
Intimately dancing with Lady Luck,
amongst scattered, unforeseen
landmines.
Ultimate costs, benefits
unknown.
Dare avoid taking risk’s gamble?
Remain
grasped
by
...
#hope
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#risk
#fear
1749 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
30th May 2020 6:25pm
30th May 2020 6:25pm
Flippin‘
Some people are so fickle
with matters
of the heart
I don’t understand how
they can turn love
on and off
Bouncing quickly
from partner
to partner
Informally dating,
casually
fucking
Lies,
secrets,
illustrious affairs
Innocent flirting
Dancing that line
It has to start somewhere
Juggling loyalty
Like a hot potato
Sprinkling love about
like glitter
Haven’t they heard?
that’s the herpes
of the craft world.
Practicing ...
with matters
of the heart
I don’t understand how
they can turn love
on and off
Bouncing quickly
from partner
to partner
Informally dating,
casually
fucking
Lies,
secrets,
illustrious affairs
Innocent flirting
Dancing that line
It has to start somewhere
Juggling loyalty
Like a hot potato
Sprinkling love about
like glitter
Haven’t they heard?
that’s the herpes
of the craft world.
Practicing ...
#relationships
#breakup
#lies
#betrayal
#honesty
538 reads
DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2020 6:11pm
28th May 2020 6:11pm
Bitter Hope
Visual poem
Sometimes
I crave death
But then I become fearful
Imagining her to be
more bitter than
she is sweet.
So I wait,
Figure I’ll give her time
to ripen up.
Sometimes
I crave death
But then I become fearful
Imagining her to be
more bitter than
she is sweet.
So I wait,
Figure I’ll give her time
to ripen up.
#dark
#suicide
#despair #apathy
#despair #apathy
1061 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2020 11:12pm
27th May 2020 11:12pm
Anymore
I don’t love you anymore”, You said
with intent to hurt me
But your words
fell to the ground
lifeless, flat
with no impact
“It pains me to say that” you add
selling me sincerity
expecting me to buy that
Anymore? I laughed
That implies you did, before...
But love has never lived in your heart
It’s too dark and calloused
for love to settle in
Too icy and cold
for love to bloom
Any love that manages to
seep in through the cracks
Is quickly sucked dry of all...
with intent to hurt me
But your words
fell to the ground
lifeless, flat
with no impact
“It pains me to say that” you add
selling me sincerity
expecting me to buy that
Anymore? I laughed
That implies you did, before...
But love has never lived in your heart
It’s too dark and calloused
for love to settle in
Too icy and cold
for love to bloom
Any love that manages to
seep in through the cracks
Is quickly sucked dry of all...
#love
#conflict
#lies
586 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2020 00:49am
27th May 2020 00:49am
Poetic Trinity (Collaboration with Timagination543)
Where in the world did they get all the words?
this inflammation of ink
that births from the womb
fat poem babies with more
wrinkles on their feet than broom straws.
Are their heads somehow bigger under
all their hair?
Do they have unique lenses on their eyes,
allowing them to see the world in different gradients, richer shades?
Is it something they do?
or is it something internal they bear?
Do they breathe different air?
I'll never know, I'll never see,...
this inflammation of ink
that births from the womb
fat poem babies with more
wrinkles on their feet than broom straws.
Are their heads somehow bigger under
all their hair?
Do they have unique lenses on their eyes,
allowing them to see the world in different gradients, richer shades?
Is it something they do?
or is it something internal they bear?
Do they breathe different air?
I'll never know, I'll never see,...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
450 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2020 10:28pm
26th May 2020 10:28pm
Psychological Warfare
Lies and secrecy
delusion and fables
Self fabrications to
hide your own shame
Denying your true nature
Twisting words
Spinning stories
Rewriting history
Misrepresentation of information
Bending, distorting truth
Blatant denial of facts
Wily attempts to shift blame
Evading responsibility
Minimization
Magnification
Generalization
Dramatization
Invalidation
Tools of distraction
Ego protection
Maintaining the mask of...
delusion and fables
Self fabrications to
hide your own shame
Denying your true nature
Twisting words
Spinning stories
Rewriting history
Misrepresentation of information
Bending, distorting truth
Blatant denial of facts
Wily attempts to shift blame
Evading responsibility
Minimization
Magnification
Generalization
Dramatization
Invalidation
Tools of distraction
Ego protection
Maintaining the mask of...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#manipulation
771 reads
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2020 5:29pm
25th May 2020 5:29pm
A Storied Life
Have an itch to read the story of my life?
To flip through the pages of what defines me?
Do yourself a favor,
before cracking the binding open,
leave your mind vacant of expectations.
... and grab a box of tissue.
It’s not a story of hope.
You won’t find an inspiring tale
of how the broken butterfly mended her wings, carrying out her days, fluttering
along the countryside. ...
To flip through the pages of what defines me?
Do yourself a favor,
before cracking the binding open,
leave your mind vacant of expectations.
... and grab a box of tissue.
It’s not a story of hope.
You won’t find an inspiring tale
of how the broken butterfly mended her wings, carrying out her days, fluttering
along the countryside. ...
#strength
#courage
#LifeStruggles #LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #LifeAsAWriter
574 reads
DARK POEM
Published
25th May 2020 4:20am
25th May 2020 4:20am
Doll Etiquette
Visual Poem
Silly boys,
Seems
no one
ever taught you
You
don’t treat
porcelain dolls
Like
Any
‘Ole
Rag doll
Silly boys,
Seems
no one
ever taught you
You
don’t treat
porcelain dolls
Like
Any
‘Ole
Rag doll
#love
#respect
#hurt
585 reads
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2020 6:51am
24th May 2020 6:51am
Nature
Decades prior,
a lonesome, delicate,
flower sprouted.
Spring’s intentional gift.
Mother Nature,
prognostically planting her prodigy
amongst the base
of a sturdy oak tree.
As a test of fate and will.
For time would only tell,
If the flower would simply
wither away or
uncover her hidden potential
and bloom
Forever cast in the shadows
of the tree’s overwhelming...
a lonesome, delicate,
flower sprouted.
Spring’s intentional gift.
Mother Nature,
prognostically planting her prodigy
amongst the base
of a sturdy oak tree.
As a test of fate and will.
For time would only tell,
If the flower would simply
wither away or
uncover her hidden potential
and bloom
Forever cast in the shadows
of the tree’s overwhelming...
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#SelfDiscovery #LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery #LifeCycle
641 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd May 2020 00:00am
22nd May 2020 00:00am
Savages
Ideally,
an endless, replenishing
source of nourishment,
an ever flowing fountain.
In reality,
braving quenchless thirst,
accustomed to leaky faucets,
sporadically dripping.
Trying our best to avoid dehydration
Hypothetically,
a warm invitation to
dine amongst a long crowded table
adorning an abundant feast.
In actuality,
grappling hunger pains.
Unwelcomed outcasts,
tossed scraps under the table
sparingly offered left overs, ...
an endless, replenishing
source of nourishment,
an ever flowing fountain.
In reality,
braving quenchless thirst,
accustomed to leaky faucets,
sporadically dripping.
Trying our best to avoid dehydration
Hypothetically,
a warm invitation to
dine amongst a long crowded table
adorning an abundant feast.
In actuality,
grappling hunger pains.
Unwelcomed outcasts,
tossed scraps under the table
sparingly offered left overs, ...
#love
685 reads
DRUGS POEM
Published
20th May 2020 3:32am
20th May 2020 3:32am
The Shallow
Reminiscent of once having held
a woman of substance, elegance.
Beautiful from the inside, out.
A rare and precious gem,
you treated like any other stone.
Now, drowning in regret.
As the reality of what was lost, settles in.
Crying out in mournful heartache,
life lacks meaning,
without her presence...
Tirelessly trying to capture, contain
the radiance in your hands....
a woman of substance, elegance.
Beautiful from the inside, out.
A rare and precious gem,
you treated like any other stone.
Now, drowning in regret.
As the reality of what was lost, settles in.
Crying out in mournful heartache,
life lacks meaning,
without her presence...
Tirelessly trying to capture, contain
the radiance in your hands....
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
557 reads
DARK POEM
Published
19th May 2020 5:13am
19th May 2020 5:13am
Anodyne
I could ask a million questions
But they would only leave me wanting more...
An endless loop
of desperately searching
for explanations.
But understanding
will never
alleviate
pain.
No
answers...
analysis...
exegesis...
words...
...nothing,
Capable of
counteracting ...
But they would only leave me wanting more...
An endless loop
of desperately searching
for explanations.
But understanding
will never
alleviate
pain.
No
answers...
analysis...
exegesis...
words...
...nothing,
Capable of
counteracting ...
#relationships
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#abuse
#hurt
530 reads
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