Submissions by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Vagrant (Experiment Not my usual work)
I think I’ll like being dead,
no one to bother me,
no voices in my head,
all just peace and quiet instead,
I want to be alone
in the afternoon of the great suicide that painted the skies red,
It’s always Art for the sake of it,
Death for the sake of boredom,
life is what you make it
and mine was to end it all.
(word play sabbatical)
I once was tricked by an addict
whose wit was afflicted
with withdrawals nicked
by the same stick
that gave him that rush after all,
he sat and licked his...
no one to bother me,
no voices in my head,
all just peace and quiet instead,
I want to be alone
in the afternoon of the great suicide that painted the skies red,
It’s always Art for the sake of it,
Death for the sake of boredom,
life is what you make it
and mine was to end it all.
(word play sabbatical)
I once was tricked by an addict
whose wit was afflicted
with withdrawals nicked
by the same stick
that gave him that rush after all,
he sat and licked his...
#friendship
#drugs
#MentalHealth #FeelingLost
#MentalHealth #FeelingLost
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Deadly Melody
And here she stands
God’s deadly little melody,
But I was taught that I’ve been forsaken and broken
born into a body
that my mind continuously fought and finally ripped apart.
Though she was the Angel
whose wings granted envy
but tell me.
What gracious all-loving Father
would lead his lamb to the slaughter?
Mangled with intent
and loves a broken record
still after all laughter’s the greatest weapon
to a blue eyed devil
The predator that has come to croon the Heaven sent.
It went like this ...
God’s deadly little melody,
But I was taught that I’ve been forsaken and broken
born into a body
that my mind continuously fought and finally ripped apart.
Though she was the Angel
whose wings granted envy
but tell me.
What gracious all-loving Father
would lead his lamb to the slaughter?
Mangled with intent
and loves a broken record
still after all laughter’s the greatest weapon
to a blue eyed devil
The predator that has come to croon the Heaven sent.
It went like this ...
#love
#conflict
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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Heathen
My Dear friends
won’t you please
whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
I want to feel them start to sour
with each disagreement,
have endings with evenings
of sorrowful thought
and gilded promises,
and when I should die
before the rest of you,
sever my ears
so I can listen to all
who speak to me in the afterlife,
I’ll archive my favorite speeches
and lectures that fall upon my demise...
Forget me not
for the forgive me knots
wrapped around my neck
so no God sought
shall forbid me now, ...
won’t you please
whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
I want to feel them start to sour
with each disagreement,
have endings with evenings
of sorrowful thought
and gilded promises,
and when I should die
before the rest of you,
sever my ears
so I can listen to all
who speak to me in the afterlife,
I’ll archive my favorite speeches
and lectures that fall upon my demise...
Forget me not
for the forgive me knots
wrapped around my neck
so no God sought
shall forbid me now, ...
#identity
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#morality
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To die as an art
Rodents scurry
around my head’s attic
gnawing on what’s left to ponder
at nights where my ideas
tend to wander and depart
I can feel their little nails
tapping across the tiles
but now finally broken into tiny piles
this is where lunacy has it’s start.
I wish for a wallowing to occur
though my audience’s opulence
might silence my pain in time
But all that glitter and gold
is hard for them to part
I hope in time what I do will render you speechless
and Death will be my greatest work of art..
around my head’s attic
gnawing on what’s left to ponder
at nights where my ideas
tend to wander and depart
I can feel their little nails
tapping across the tiles
but now finally broken into tiny piles
this is where lunacy has it’s start.
I wish for a wallowing to occur
though my audience’s opulence
might silence my pain in time
But all that glitter and gold
is hard for them to part
I hope in time what I do will render you speechless
and Death will be my greatest work of art..
#conflict
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
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A cubicle is for a cubist
I’ve got a disease inside of my brain,
much like pathogen,
of a considerable strain,
I’ve grown paranoid in every paragraph,
a parable of Icarus and the sun, have I flown too close?
and now what have I done?.
I see visions of happiness,
in Picasso-like precision,
but my heaven’s broken into tiny prisms,
where the light reflects
my inhibitions,
though I pander still.
much like pathogen,
of a considerable strain,
I’ve grown paranoid in every paragraph,
a parable of Icarus and the sun, have I flown too close?
and now what have I done?.
I see visions of happiness,
in Picasso-like precision,
but my heaven’s broken into tiny prisms,
where the light reflects
my inhibitions,
though I pander still.
#anxiety
#bipolar
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)