Submissions by Leviathan1436 (Salty)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Homie, what I would give to see this shit pay off.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2017 5:46am
24th Dec 2017 5:46am
Our world
Up when I should be dreaming, man I swear that things gotta change.
Oh I’m torn apart.
This little buddy on my shoulder used to not be there, I can’t recall when he got there.
I’m falling apart.
The damage inflicted by you pales in comparison to the words I hear in my own head.
The same people that used to know me inside and out, wouldn’t recognize me now.
These things happen man, just try to not feel dead.
Better yet, throw me off the bow
of the ship we sail, she’s going down into the drink.
Take a moment to think.
When the...
Oh I’m torn apart.
This little buddy on my shoulder used to not be there, I can’t recall when he got there.
I’m falling apart.
The damage inflicted by you pales in comparison to the words I hear in my own head.
The same people that used to know me inside and out, wouldn’t recognize me now.
These things happen man, just try to not feel dead.
Better yet, throw me off the bow
of the ship we sail, she’s going down into the drink.
Take a moment to think.
When the...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2017 5:34am
20th Sep 2017 5:34am
Breathe
Fade back,
Away from everything in this world.
Keep you're head pointed forward,
Toward,
All the things in the future.
Leave behind the torture,
Of your idle self.
Take those bottles off the shelf,
Smash the emotions open.
Sweep them aside.
A new token,
To wear on your side
Come back strong,
It's no longer wrong.
You are you,
In everything you do.
Of your accomplishments, be proud
Outshine the crowd.
Fight through stress,
Along these streets.
What made you.
What raised...
Away from everything in this world.
Keep you're head pointed forward,
Toward,
All the things in the future.
Leave behind the torture,
Of your idle self.
Take those bottles off the shelf,
Smash the emotions open.
Sweep them aside.
A new token,
To wear on your side
Come back strong,
It's no longer wrong.
You are you,
In everything you do.
Of your accomplishments, be proud
Outshine the crowd.
Fight through stress,
Along these streets.
What made you.
What raised...
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2016 4:52am
18th Dec 2016 4:52am
Concrete
Depression set in stronger than concrete.
Suffocating out the life.
Something stuck on repeat,
You're filled with strife
Tears fall like bombs.
They paint a canvas beautiful
But then the pain comes
You shy away fearfully.
Searching for an exit that isn't there.
Your lungs fill with water.
A sight you seem to cannot bear.
It causes you to dodder
Your very being,
Suppressed beyond recognition.
No one hears you screaming,
but your key is in the ignition.
Spreading to your final resting place.
Your weary...
Suffocating out the life.
Something stuck on repeat,
You're filled with strife
Tears fall like bombs.
They paint a canvas beautiful
But then the pain comes
You shy away fearfully.
Searching for an exit that isn't there.
Your lungs fill with water.
A sight you seem to cannot bear.
It causes you to dodder
Your very being,
Suppressed beyond recognition.
No one hears you screaming,
but your key is in the ignition.
Spreading to your final resting place.
Your weary...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Aug 2016 5:45pm
20th Aug 2016 5:45pm
Treason
and He Named Her Treason...
She gave him butterflies, with wings of razor blades.
Cutting his entrails to no avail.
He told me once that he wish he could make a trade,
and rid himself of this Hell.
I told him, 'Son you'll learn to roll with the punches'.
For he did not believe me, I knew it would come to truth.
For the little lad listened to the leaves crunch,
as he pondered the proof.
He tells me of the suffering and endearment that his heart is feeling,
all he can think to tell me, is that she is Treason.
Breaking her word and her...
She gave him butterflies, with wings of razor blades.
Cutting his entrails to no avail.
He told me once that he wish he could make a trade,
and rid himself of this Hell.
I told him, 'Son you'll learn to roll with the punches'.
For he did not believe me, I knew it would come to truth.
For the little lad listened to the leaves crunch,
as he pondered the proof.
He tells me of the suffering and endearment that his heart is feeling,
all he can think to tell me, is that she is Treason.
Breaking her word and her...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2016 3:13am
11th May 2016 3:13am
Talents
Talents.
Far from perfect.
She say’s it’s beautiful, they say it’s great.
I don’t see it.
I see pain and angst, formed from an abstract mind into small printed letters on a blank canvas.
I see the demons swimming in my head, jumping out to be splattered as ink.
I see my life, dwindle in front of me.
In the open.
Nowhere to hide.
I’m swept away.
The river strong!
I can’t fight the current…
I try to scream out HELP!
But my lungs fill with water.
It’s my time. It’s my time.
I hear it in my...
Far from perfect.
She say’s it’s beautiful, they say it’s great.
I don’t see it.
I see pain and angst, formed from an abstract mind into small printed letters on a blank canvas.
I see the demons swimming in my head, jumping out to be splattered as ink.
I see my life, dwindle in front of me.
In the open.
Nowhere to hide.
I’m swept away.
The river strong!
I can’t fight the current…
I try to scream out HELP!
But my lungs fill with water.
It’s my time. It’s my time.
I hear it in my...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th May 2016 3:08am
11th May 2016 3:08am
The Void
The Void.
How could one sense the Void?
How could I feel the difference.
All right life, you got me. Jokes up.
But is it up? Or is it just starting?
A mustard seed is all I need. Maybe it would take hold of this poor soul and give it something to hold onto.
I'm tired of fighting, caring, trying.
I'm tired. Drained physically and mentally, I'm a brain dead zombie walking these ethereal halls of embodiment so far to as a place I can't find the exit!
Why try man?
I'm so sick of effort being overlooked by blind eyes of deaf ears that can't make heads...
How could one sense the Void?
How could I feel the difference.
All right life, you got me. Jokes up.
But is it up? Or is it just starting?
A mustard seed is all I need. Maybe it would take hold of this poor soul and give it something to hold onto.
I'm tired of fighting, caring, trying.
I'm tired. Drained physically and mentally, I'm a brain dead zombie walking these ethereal halls of embodiment so far to as a place I can't find the exit!
Why try man?
I'm so sick of effort being overlooked by blind eyes of deaf ears that can't make heads...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2016 9:41pm
1st Jan 2016 9:41pm
The Heavier Thoughts
It's late again.
Almost a new year...
I don't know where to begin, so i'll take my time writing this, this time...
God, I feel like i'm kiting.
Running away, running from the things i once thought were normal...
Come to find out they weren't.
I don't even know why i write anymore...
A sad sight of a boy with little skill and no set pattern,
who is using a broken lantern to guide his ever suffering and wandering feet.
His pain is worn on his shoulder,
His heart on his sleeve.
He feels dead inside... I guess that's what...
Almost a new year...
I don't know where to begin, so i'll take my time writing this, this time...
God, I feel like i'm kiting.
Running away, running from the things i once thought were normal...
Come to find out they weren't.
I don't even know why i write anymore...
A sad sight of a boy with little skill and no set pattern,
who is using a broken lantern to guide his ever suffering and wandering feet.
His pain is worn on his shoulder,
His heart on his sleeve.
He feels dead inside... I guess that's what...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 4:47pm
22nd Dec 2015 4:47pm
Vices
I have my vices. I have my problems.
I can't escape. I can't leave them.
I try to drown them, I try to leave without a sound.
I pull my covers up to neck. I keep my foot inside the blanket at all times.
I think the monsters hide under my bed... but they live inside my head.
In behind my eye lids. I'm reminded of every little thing that haunts me...
Every time I close my eyes to lay me down to sleep at night.
My vices are different from yours.
You think drugs, I think depression.
You think Alcohol, I think anxiety.
You think I do it for...
I can't escape. I can't leave them.
I try to drown them, I try to leave without a sound.
I pull my covers up to neck. I keep my foot inside the blanket at all times.
I think the monsters hide under my bed... but they live inside my head.
In behind my eye lids. I'm reminded of every little thing that haunts me...
Every time I close my eyes to lay me down to sleep at night.
My vices are different from yours.
You think drugs, I think depression.
You think Alcohol, I think anxiety.
You think I do it for...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 2:12am
20th Dec 2015 2:12am
Beautifully Grown
The thoughts of you haunt me.
I've lost my way,
and as you could see,
I've found myself on the edge of the bay.
Broken hopes and dreams
a weird tranquility,
i find within the ream,
a reason to be.
A reason to live and survive,
a promise true and full,
it was a quaint surprise,
and had the life of a bull.
Full of energy and jive,
from it i could not hide.
For it buzzed like a hive,
a comforting wall by my side.
But somehow, when you're done,
and you feel that life is at close,
just know that...
I've lost my way,
and as you could see,
I've found myself on the edge of the bay.
Broken hopes and dreams
a weird tranquility,
i find within the ream,
a reason to be.
A reason to live and survive,
a promise true and full,
it was a quaint surprise,
and had the life of a bull.
Full of energy and jive,
from it i could not hide.
For it buzzed like a hive,
a comforting wall by my side.
But somehow, when you're done,
and you feel that life is at close,
just know that...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 1:31am
20th Dec 2015 1:31am
A Son's Apology
Dad, Mom, I'm sorry...
I'm sorry for not being the best.
I know you deserve a rest.
I'm sorry for running my mouth.
I probably shouldn't make a sound.
I'm sorry for arguing.
Even if it's just a "ping"... of sadness
or loss of heart.
Maybe a found love of art.
Or I just couldn't make the part.
I swear to you that I don't mean bad.
I think it'd be rad or maybe sad.
I don't know, maybe something is wrong with me...
Or maybe i can't see...
it; hard to believe that I've tried to be...
The best I could be. ...
I'm sorry for not being the best.
I know you deserve a rest.
I'm sorry for running my mouth.
I probably shouldn't make a sound.
I'm sorry for arguing.
Even if it's just a "ping"... of sadness
or loss of heart.
Maybe a found love of art.
Or I just couldn't make the part.
I swear to you that I don't mean bad.
I think it'd be rad or maybe sad.
I don't know, maybe something is wrong with me...
Or maybe i can't see...
it; hard to believe that I've tried to be...
The best I could be. ...
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