Submissions by Lothbrok
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2019 8:02pm
25th Mar 2019 8:02pm
Family of Cosmos
I’ve wished you well
on a whim of heartbreak
and baby’s breath
With a Morning glory for the average
Broken home and wrist cut flurry
I’ve bound my heart to yours
A Rose decorated madness
That lures me in with that vocal kiss
it’s sad to hear what happened
in your past
that has brought you to your knees
like this
You're really the pinnacle of my fame
the principle of my pain
deep in my roots
beautiful hues of moods
like a Chrysanthemum in bloom
and left on display
She’s A...
on a whim of heartbreak
and baby’s breath
With a Morning glory for the average
Broken home and wrist cut flurry
I’ve bound my heart to yours
A Rose decorated madness
That lures me in with that vocal kiss
it’s sad to hear what happened
in your past
that has brought you to your knees
like this
You're really the pinnacle of my fame
the principle of my pain
deep in my roots
beautiful hues of moods
like a Chrysanthemum in bloom
and left on display
She’s A...
#love
#rejection
#breakup
#conflict
#lover
574 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2019 10:14am
25th Mar 2019 10:14am
Pillars of Salt
Honestly,
I find victimology quite dumb you see?
I guess this audience must not be for me,
And I'm not the King in this carefully crafted fallacy
Or of this kingdom of Novelty you've built, it seems
Because I find beauty now, in everything
In the breathe of pestilence
All the way to the lust of damaged things.
Everyday is Halloween for the hollow eyes
Wandering behind like it's the past they see,
following dreams with a razor wit
accidently cutting passion's strings
Doesn't matter it always seems too good to me,
The...
I find victimology quite dumb you see?
I guess this audience must not be for me,
And I'm not the King in this carefully crafted fallacy
Or of this kingdom of Novelty you've built, it seems
Because I find beauty now, in everything
In the breathe of pestilence
All the way to the lust of damaged things.
Everyday is Halloween for the hollow eyes
Wandering behind like it's the past they see,
following dreams with a razor wit
accidently cutting passion's strings
Doesn't matter it always seems too good to me,
The...
#anxiety
#dark
#bipolar
#insomnia
#hurt
545 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
25th Mar 2019 10:12am
25th Mar 2019 10:12am
The Altar: Where the snakes toil
When I was younger I had to fortified the fortress wall
Between ages where my personality would take its fall
Barricade the doors that I've resided behind,
oh what fun to anticipate shivers down your spine.
Never felt safe sleeping near the enemy
With their loaded guns pointed at my door
Knock knock open up it's anxiety
Ear to the floor
Waiting for the night it's finally curtain call
What should be fear became protocol.
Black powder tempers run hot in the California sun again.
Even as the son my punishment was abandonment ...
Between ages where my personality would take its fall
Barricade the doors that I've resided behind,
oh what fun to anticipate shivers down your spine.
Never felt safe sleeping near the enemy
With their loaded guns pointed at my door
Knock knock open up it's anxiety
Ear to the floor
Waiting for the night it's finally curtain call
What should be fear became protocol.
Black powder tempers run hot in the California sun again.
Even as the son my punishment was abandonment ...
#anxiety
#hate
#dark
#suicide
#culture
536 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2018 4:34pm
14th Nov 2018 4:34pm
Tipsy Ballerina: part one draft
That tipsy little ballerina
She’s an angel,
caressed with slivers of ink,
Such a beautiful temperament
with so much strife in her life
living has been quite a feat...
But I see her silhouette
dancing on the window panes
bouncing off the walls
That tipsy little ballerina
Has got the stars ready to fall...
That tipsy little ballerina
A stumbling and bumbling optimist..
She can grab, tag and open my chest...
I don’t mind...
after all I...
Never learned what’s it like to feel alive
...
She’s an angel,
caressed with slivers of ink,
Such a beautiful temperament
with so much strife in her life
living has been quite a feat...
But I see her silhouette
dancing on the window panes
bouncing off the walls
That tipsy little ballerina
Has got the stars ready to fall...
That tipsy little ballerina
A stumbling and bumbling optimist..
She can grab, tag and open my chest...
I don’t mind...
after all I...
Never learned what’s it like to feel alive
...
#love
#kindness
#family
#lover
#gratitude
690 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2018 2:53pm
31st Oct 2018 2:53pm
Nabokov
Start with countless bottles of Alcohol,
Mix it with barbiturates,
I want to see this giant fall
Eyes Glazed over from the chemicals
isn’t it beautiful to just watch it all
crumble atop the mountain of human form
Dressed it your plastic poetry
while you loved to watch me squirm
Stall me with your witty words
until those vicious teeth behind your scowl
left bite marks deep in my soul
Why are my wrists always itching to be scratched with a razor-edged smile,
Clotting from the decadence
From her version of sweetness ...
Mix it with barbiturates,
I want to see this giant fall
Eyes Glazed over from the chemicals
isn’t it beautiful to just watch it all
crumble atop the mountain of human form
Dressed it your plastic poetry
while you loved to watch me squirm
Stall me with your witty words
until those vicious teeth behind your scowl
left bite marks deep in my soul
Why are my wrists always itching to be scratched with a razor-edged smile,
Clotting from the decadence
From her version of sweetness ...
#love
#dark
#drugs
585 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2018 8:22am
31st Oct 2018 8:22am
Whispering Cages
In the eyes, I gravitate
Like the walls of paintings,
where bitter reminiscence scours
we’ve all have had better days
Beautiful hue within the strands
though her windows are foggy
Fate has a vicious state
an alarming rate stands
as love battles endlessly
Watch me disappear my dear,
between each of the allfather’s strokes
as the brush finds the cracks
where my hopes have fallen
between rushed and gone with a flash
I see lightning has met it’s match...
I watch God cry in arylic,
each tear a...
Like the walls of paintings,
where bitter reminiscence scours
we’ve all have had better days
Beautiful hue within the strands
though her windows are foggy
Fate has a vicious state
an alarming rate stands
as love battles endlessly
Watch me disappear my dear,
between each of the allfather’s strokes
as the brush finds the cracks
where my hopes have fallen
between rushed and gone with a flash
I see lightning has met it’s match...
I watch God cry in arylic,
each tear a...
#love
#hate
#dark
#death
#art
559 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2018 6:58pm
25th Oct 2018 6:58pm
Heaven
Mind over matter,
Death over Emptiness
Truth comes out
That Heaven was created by a plagiarist,
Rationality is only but a dream
created by peoples inner sanctum
to believe something really is
crafted and stitched together by his holy seams,
The price of an artist,
is a Bleeding canvas
That Becomes the master in the relationship
you create so much
just to practice up on your shitty salesmanship
My Reality is so over-rated
I begin to question if its even real.
that's the first sign ...
Death over Emptiness
Truth comes out
That Heaven was created by a plagiarist,
Rationality is only but a dream
created by peoples inner sanctum
to believe something really is
crafted and stitched together by his holy seams,
The price of an artist,
is a Bleeding canvas
That Becomes the master in the relationship
you create so much
just to practice up on your shitty salesmanship
My Reality is so over-rated
I begin to question if its even real.
that's the first sign ...
#death
514 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2018 1:14pm
20th Oct 2018 1:14pm
To all who wander
What’s wrong with a little bit of vindictive decisions?
but we’re all strangled
by the different angles
you’re trying to play,
you’re cultured on all sorts of petty insignificant things to say,
while you were born to be eloquent
and structured to be intelligent but you were determined to be,
a cannibal,
an animal who preys on others
who are just as willing to grow, but no...
you bring hell without warning, fire without glory,
you’re a comet that “Heavens Gate Away Team”
should’ve just let keep floating, by.
but...
but we’re all strangled
by the different angles
you’re trying to play,
you’re cultured on all sorts of petty insignificant things to say,
while you were born to be eloquent
and structured to be intelligent but you were determined to be,
a cannibal,
an animal who preys on others
who are just as willing to grow, but no...
you bring hell without warning, fire without glory,
you’re a comet that “Heavens Gate Away Team”
should’ve just let keep floating, by.
but...
#love
#hate
#lies #narrative
#lies #narrative
590 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2018 1:32pm
19th Oct 2018 1:32pm
Creationist
From the circles
and spiderwebs of palindromes
Icarus could burn for all I care.
As long as that broken wing
that stole my gaze doesn’t mind taking the first step
and climbing all those twisted stairs,
For her I’ll put pressure on the sphere,
All around astounded, reflect my misery,
Until it’s hand over hand like M.C Escher
Metamorphosis a monarch into a religion
but-her-lies keeps me grounded.
and spiderwebs of palindromes
Icarus could burn for all I care.
As long as that broken wing
that stole my gaze doesn’t mind taking the first step
and climbing all those twisted stairs,
For her I’ll put pressure on the sphere,
All around astounded, reflect my misery,
Until it’s hand over hand like M.C Escher
Metamorphosis a monarch into a religion
but-her-lies keeps me grounded.
#anxiety
#love
#drugs
492 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2018 2:35pm
7th Oct 2018 2:35pm
Force-fed inhibition
Fly with me like the BlackBirds
Murder just follows me...
I can be the sect, that you find to feel at home
I can trap the sun, flush the seas and make them sweet
Tidal wave of insects fall at my feet and grace me with their fluttering
I can build an empire, shift it’s weight to collapse this economy
I can speak in ancient tongues, ask the sky to bleed and bathe in
God’s stormy apathy
It’s all panic and stuttering, unbearable pandering just to fill the bleeding hole again
I can be your fountain of...
Murder just follows me...
I can be the sect, that you find to feel at home
I can trap the sun, flush the seas and make them sweet
Tidal wave of insects fall at my feet and grace me with their fluttering
I can build an empire, shift it’s weight to collapse this economy
I can speak in ancient tongues, ask the sky to bleed and bathe in
God’s stormy apathy
It’s all panic and stuttering, unbearable pandering just to fill the bleeding hole again
I can be your fountain of...
#dark
#death
#storm
#religion
#culture
578 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2018 7:28pm
26th Sep 2018 7:28pm
Peter Pandemic
Most children grow up wanting to change the world, I never wanted that, I wanted the world to change me.
I still fight my shadow when it’s acting shady
paving a way for me to be humble on a rainy day,
though still hoping to keep the crazy away by waving a light around my head just to keep the darkness at bay,
I can’t tell you all the times I’ve shared a drink with the Devil
now that I’m older,
He’s always asking to borrow a few more live ones,
and when he should climb up
and set fucking Armageddon in order,
I’d answer him if I...
I still fight my shadow when it’s acting shady
paving a way for me to be humble on a rainy day,
though still hoping to keep the crazy away by waving a light around my head just to keep the darkness at bay,
I can’t tell you all the times I’ve shared a drink with the Devil
now that I’m older,
He’s always asking to borrow a few more live ones,
and when he should climb up
and set fucking Armageddon in order,
I’d answer him if I...
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth #SelfDiscovery
#MentalHealth #SelfDiscovery
504 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 12:56pm
31st Aug 2018 12:56pm
Perfect
He Withheld collateral'
to subsist, to initiate,
but in turn his analysis
was "hard to resist"
the temptation of a beautiful aphrodisiac as she'd be'
the fruit of the most poisonous contorted and slightly bashful tree,
drifted alone many nights
to a lucid imagination
hoping she'd see,
through the burrows of his eyes,
the four letter string hanging'
he'd everlastingly keep inside..
if you hadn't known you would've believed
they'd be parted by a continental divide
if you never had hope, you be just as lost ...
to subsist, to initiate,
but in turn his analysis
was "hard to resist"
the temptation of a beautiful aphrodisiac as she'd be'
the fruit of the most poisonous contorted and slightly bashful tree,
drifted alone many nights
to a lucid imagination
hoping she'd see,
through the burrows of his eyes,
the four letter string hanging'
he'd everlastingly keep inside..
if you hadn't known you would've believed
they'd be parted by a continental divide
if you never had hope, you be just as lost ...
#love
#heartbroken
#lover #FeelingLost
#lover #FeelingLost
740 reads
0 Comments
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