Submissions by Lintari
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm fairly inexperienced at writing poetry, and usually I randomly have a phrase go through my mind and expand off of that. I try my best and would like to improve as much as possible, so I would appreciate honest critiques.
DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2015 6:50am
8th May 2015 6:50am
Goodbye
I know no one will read this
So I can write what I feel
And I don't have to worry
About what someone would think.
I've been feeling pretty stressed
And sometimes I'm very sad
It's quite pathetic really
I often think I'm stupid.
I really have no idea
What I want to do in life
The constant uncertainty
It feels like it's drowning me.
I'm like a piece of driftwood
Floating along with no path
Through the sea of fear and doubt
Battered by anxiety.
I see all my friends succeed
They have their own separate lives...
So I can write what I feel
And I don't have to worry
About what someone would think.
I've been feeling pretty stressed
And sometimes I'm very sad
It's quite pathetic really
I often think I'm stupid.
I really have no idea
What I want to do in life
The constant uncertainty
It feels like it's drowning me.
I'm like a piece of driftwood
Floating along with no path
Through the sea of fear and doubt
Battered by anxiety.
I see all my friends succeed
They have their own separate lives...
708 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 7:23pm
12th Mar 2015 7:23pm
Assumed Identity
It might be petty,
but can you actually pay attention to
who I am and what I want for once?
I'm sorry for disturbing you
in your perfect little world,
but can you stop assuming
that I'm the same person
who I was as a child?
Yeah, just go ahead
and buy me that again,
even though I told you years ago
that I didn't like it anymore.
Yeah, just keep telling people
that I enjoy doing that,
even though I haven't done it
since middle school.
Yeah, just keep telling your them
that I always do this and that,
even though I've...
but can you actually pay attention to
who I am and what I want for once?
I'm sorry for disturbing you
in your perfect little world,
but can you stop assuming
that I'm the same person
who I was as a child?
Yeah, just go ahead
and buy me that again,
even though I told you years ago
that I didn't like it anymore.
Yeah, just keep telling people
that I enjoy doing that,
even though I haven't done it
since middle school.
Yeah, just keep telling your them
that I always do this and that,
even though I've...
689 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 7:04pm
12th Mar 2015 7:04pm
Stuck
I feel like my life is stagnating.
Taking college courses has shown me that I enjoy writing,
but not what I want to do with my life.
Being an writer would seem obvious,
but inspiration is infrequent
and I wouldn't be able to meet strict deadlines.
Everyone else has figured out what they want to do,
while I feel like I'm drowning.
Sure I have nice things
like a computer, gaming systems, and a big t.v.,
but I can't really do anything with my life.
Gaming just helps me distract myself
from all the pressure and stress.
No ID, no...
Taking college courses has shown me that I enjoy writing,
but not what I want to do with my life.
Being an writer would seem obvious,
but inspiration is infrequent
and I wouldn't be able to meet strict deadlines.
Everyone else has figured out what they want to do,
while I feel like I'm drowning.
Sure I have nice things
like a computer, gaming systems, and a big t.v.,
but I can't really do anything with my life.
Gaming just helps me distract myself
from all the pressure and stress.
No ID, no...
768 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Dec 2014 10:56pm
8th Dec 2014 10:56pm
Doves
I save my corrupted love
For the hearts of whisper doves.
For on their shadow wings,
Far and wide the evil sings.
And the darkness in their eyes
Makes for unseen shadow spies,
The secrets that they behold
Would make your blood run cold.
And your fragile mortal heart,
It would be ripped apart
By the shadows that walk unseen,
Who live in the in-between.
The ones who whisper to the doves,
For which I save my corrupted love.
For the hearts of whisper doves.
For on their shadow wings,
Far and wide the evil sings.
And the darkness in their eyes
Makes for unseen shadow spies,
The secrets that they behold
Would make your blood run cold.
And your fragile mortal heart,
It would be ripped apart
By the shadows that walk unseen,
Who live in the in-between.
The ones who whisper to the doves,
For which I save my corrupted love.
602 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2014 00:18am
12th Nov 2014 00:18am
Writer's Block
Nothing.
I can't think.
I can't concentrate.
What?
Could it work?
Oh I have an idea...
Gone.
My train of thought has crashed.
What was that I thought of again?
I can't do this anymore...
My mind is stuck in place.
No inspiration...
Nothing can get out.
It's all locked inside.
Trapped.
I can't think.
I can't concentrate.
What?
Could it work?
Oh I have an idea...
Gone.
My train of thought has crashed.
What was that I thought of again?
I can't do this anymore...
My mind is stuck in place.
No inspiration...
Nothing can get out.
It's all locked inside.
Trapped.
613 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 10:50pm
3rd Nov 2014 10:50pm
Madwoman
Pain.
Everlasting, total pain.
Is what I hear when you
Shriek my name.
Blood.
Endless, crimson flow.
Is what I get when I
Cut you slow.
Curses.
Constant, harsh stream.
Is what you say when you
Squirm and Scream.
Tears.
Infinite, full of your fears.
Are what you see in my
thousand mirrors.
Bondage.
Unbreakable, holds you still.
Is what I use when I
Have the urge to kill.
Smiles.
Eternal, showing insanity.
Are what you see when you
Spend time with me...
Everlasting, total pain.
Is what I hear when you
Shriek my name.
Blood.
Endless, crimson flow.
Is what I get when I
Cut you slow.
Curses.
Constant, harsh stream.
Is what you say when you
Squirm and Scream.
Tears.
Infinite, full of your fears.
Are what you see in my
thousand mirrors.
Bondage.
Unbreakable, holds you still.
Is what I use when I
Have the urge to kill.
Smiles.
Eternal, showing insanity.
Are what you see when you
Spend time with me...
646 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2014 00:37am
21st Oct 2014 00:37am
Nobody
Alone, I live in fear
Perhaps I should just disappear.
Trusting, the wrong kind of people
Soon I'll be buried in view of the steeple.
Away, from those who doubt
I see death as my last way out.
Escape, from my misery
Final peace from all that torments me.
Unknown, no family
There will be nobody mourning me.
A ghost, an anonymous soul
Just a body at the bottom of a hole.
Perhaps I should just disappear.
Trusting, the wrong kind of people
Soon I'll be buried in view of the steeple.
Away, from those who doubt
I see death as my last way out.
Escape, from my misery
Final peace from all that torments me.
Unknown, no family
There will be nobody mourning me.
A ghost, an anonymous soul
Just a body at the bottom of a hole.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Oct 2014 8:07pm
17th Oct 2014 8:07pm
Wouldn't it be fun?
You know,
I've always liked the clouds.
All so big and puffy and round.
Wouldn't it be fun if they
all came crashing down?
You know,
I've always liked the leaves.
All different types on all different trees.
Wouldn't it be fun if they
were sharp and made us bleed?
You know,
I've always liked the rocks.
So hard and good for window knocks.
Wouldn't it be fun if they
gave out electric shocks?
You know,
I've always liked the waves.
Always coming and going away.
Wouldn't it be fun if they ...
I've always liked the clouds.
All so big and puffy and round.
Wouldn't it be fun if they
all came crashing down?
You know,
I've always liked the leaves.
All different types on all different trees.
Wouldn't it be fun if they
were sharp and made us bleed?
You know,
I've always liked the rocks.
So hard and good for window knocks.
Wouldn't it be fun if they
gave out electric shocks?
You know,
I've always liked the waves.
Always coming and going away.
Wouldn't it be fun if they ...
768 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2014 5:50am
14th Oct 2014 5:50am
Self Destruction
You cry, "It's my hormones!",
But all I hear are your whore moans.
You claim your innocence,
But in a sense,
It's just ignorance.
You lacked respect
In retrospect,
And as a matter of fact,
Your lack of that
Will blind you now,
From knowing how
The choices you make
Will cause bonds to break.
The pleasure you seek
Makes your spirit weak.
No self-control,
In your heart there's a hole.
A gaping abyss
Who's lost part you will miss.
And this deficiency,
Which you failed to see,
Will continue to...
But all I hear are your whore moans.
You claim your innocence,
But in a sense,
It's just ignorance.
You lacked respect
In retrospect,
And as a matter of fact,
Your lack of that
Will blind you now,
From knowing how
The choices you make
Will cause bonds to break.
The pleasure you seek
Makes your spirit weak.
No self-control,
In your heart there's a hole.
A gaping abyss
Who's lost part you will miss.
And this deficiency,
Which you failed to see,
Will continue to...
980 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 00:23am
7th Oct 2014 00:23am
Monstrous
Trapped within the jaws of fate
Inside which there's no escape.
A prisoner of fate's shining fangs
A question of past choices hangs.
Oppressive, it further traps us in
An uphill battle we cannot win.
Down it's throat fate eats us alive
Everything we once knew is a lie.
Inside which there's no escape.
A prisoner of fate's shining fangs
A question of past choices hangs.
Oppressive, it further traps us in
An uphill battle we cannot win.
Down it's throat fate eats us alive
Everything we once knew is a lie.
726 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2014 7:31pm
3rd Oct 2014 7:31pm
You and Me-Birds of a Feather
This is a poem I wrote for a very close friend about our relationship, so it's more personal than my others, but I included this because I felt it should be shared. This is a little rough and I know it needs some work, but I hope you enjoy.
The first meeting
A thin thread
A brief exchange of words
Strangers with a common association
Two small eggs together
The week progresses
A small rope
An offer and praise
Associates with a friendly past
The shells begin to crack
The month goes on
A thin wire
Enjoyment...
The first meeting
A thin thread
A brief exchange of words
Strangers with a common association
Two small eggs together
The week progresses
A small rope
An offer and praise
Associates with a friendly past
The shells begin to crack
The month goes on
A thin wire
Enjoyment...
767 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 5:08pm
2nd Oct 2014 5:08pm
Icicle Child
O, Icicle Child
Begone from my sight
With skin so pale and sallow
It pains my eyes to behold!
Such an abomination should be hidden
Far, far away from one as beautiful
and glorious as I!
Dear Mother, please...
Won't you give me love?
Hold me when the night grows cold?
Show me the kindness of your soul?
Dear Mother, please...
O, Icicle Child
Begone from my sight
With clothes unclean and ragged
It pains my eyes to behold!
Such a travesty should be banished
Far, far away from one was...
Begone from my sight
With skin so pale and sallow
It pains my eyes to behold!
Such an abomination should be hidden
Far, far away from one as beautiful
and glorious as I!
Dear Mother, please...
Won't you give me love?
Hold me when the night grows cold?
Show me the kindness of your soul?
Dear Mother, please...
O, Icicle Child
Begone from my sight
With clothes unclean and ragged
It pains my eyes to behold!
Such a travesty should be banished
Far, far away from one was...
864 reads
2 Comments
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