Submissions by LionIce (Anony mouse)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fuck Facebook
The Landscape
It looks, like a painting by an artist.
Shades selected to exude,
the love and honesty-
and honestly, it reminds me of our song:
Honey.
How the tree they planted grows and changes,
and how one lover, doesn’t get to see this.
I always cried when I listened
and now it’s played out in reality, it sounds different.
The tears come in new gasps, and aches and howls
as I grasp the fact you I can’t be with you for this
-now-
today the leaves are falling.
The...
Shades selected to exude,
the love and honesty-
and honestly, it reminds me of our song:
Honey.
How the tree they planted grows and changes,
and how one lover, doesn’t get to see this.
I always cried when I listened
and now it’s played out in reality, it sounds different.
The tears come in new gasps, and aches and howls
as I grasp the fact you I can’t be with you for this
-now-
today the leaves are falling.
The...
#fall
#ghosts
#FeelingLost
#denial
#separation
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I Envy You
I hope
You’ve found peace,
At home where we go
In our dreams-
Which help to ease these,
Faster days, that run away,
With that, missed taste of yesterday.
And He, never knew me, really.
Never took the time to do that properly.
But honestly, I believe,
That we were meant to be,
Each-others property,
For at least this eternity.
All that’s left for me to figure out,
Is how you evaporated to the clouds,
And left me to come to turns,
With the lessons that you never learnt.
Yes, I’m grateful for...
You’ve found peace,
At home where we go
In our dreams-
Which help to ease these,
Faster days, that run away,
With that, missed taste of yesterday.
And He, never knew me, really.
Never took the time to do that properly.
But honestly, I believe,
That we were meant to be,
Each-others property,
For at least this eternity.
All that’s left for me to figure out,
Is how you evaporated to the clouds,
And left me to come to turns,
With the lessons that you never learnt.
Yes, I’m grateful for...
#love
#regret
#grief
#IMissYou
#separation
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Mind
A catalogue of day dreams,
hard to keep
days of the week,
clear in my mind
is not a frequent thing to find.
I’m too busty plotting tactics
Avoiding pot-holes we call bad habits.
Now I wonder-
if it’s really all that bad-
I don’t think I’d
Mind
going
Mad.
If it relieves some tension, of the rawest anger ever kept in.
No, I don’t think I’d mind.
hard to keep
days of the week,
clear in my mind
is not a frequent thing to find.
I’m too busty plotting tactics
Avoiding pot-holes we call bad habits.
Now I wonder-
if it’s really all that bad-
I don’t think I’d
Mind
going
Mad.
If it relieves some tension, of the rawest anger ever kept in.
No, I don’t think I’d mind.
#love
#grief
#loneliness #PTSD
#loneliness #PTSD
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Blurred
I don’t know how to operate.
Blurred focus and no restraint.
Heart in my stomach
-Perhaps,
Subconsciously shut down for my own sake.
To save the pain
of shattering the shock.
To not only realise but feel
with every ounce of your being that
you lost to time
and it divided you from
the only one who made love real.
Blurred focus and no restraint.
Heart in my stomach
-Perhaps,
Subconsciously shut down for my own sake.
To save the pain
of shattering the shock.
To not only realise but feel
with every ounce of your being that
you lost to time
and it divided you from
the only one who made love real.
#love
#depression
#grief #loneliness
#grief #loneliness
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