Submissions by Lothbrok
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2021 10:36pm
19th Mar 2021 10:36pm
Suffer
How many hushed voices ring
around your head?
never alone but feel so isolated in
even the inner ones
beckon a brighter vessel
those hollow words that echoes
salvation in dire disbelief
embracing the touch of malice as warmth.
as mutal destruction became a shared notion between fists and vitriol
the precious poisoned perfume reeks through the house
bottled dreams and dismissed beings
where dishes crash and fall to no end
veiled hurt by making friends
with the...
around your head?
never alone but feel so isolated in
even the inner ones
beckon a brighter vessel
those hollow words that echoes
salvation in dire disbelief
embracing the touch of malice as warmth.
as mutal destruction became a shared notion between fists and vitriol
the precious poisoned perfume reeks through the house
bottled dreams and dismissed beings
where dishes crash and fall to no end
veiled hurt by making friends
with the...
#anxiety
#despair
#emptiness
#apathy
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2021 11:38pm
1st Mar 2021 11:38pm
Another break
I rather be blissfully ignorant most days, I can't shut my brain down and barely keep my mind off topics that mentally wound me, how can I? when every synapse is shocking me into compliance, the transmitters, the chemicals, the way damage becomes a snake around my thoughts, coiling them tightly like a knot on a noose fit so snug and so safely. intrusive and annoying, the most profound language that blankets me in these hectic times...has become silence...I pray for it right before it bites me and strangles me with my own words and actions.
A mirror defeat awaits me daily, I can't be...
A mirror defeat awaits me daily, I can't be...
#sadness
#anxiety
#shame
#disappointment
#emptiness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2021 5:52pm
19th Feb 2021 5:52pm
13eautiful Stalker
Some probably see me as
Arrogant and absurd
Verbs and adjectives
possessive comments and aggressive terms
to describe their feelings towards me
are blurred and don't concern me none
I know you're sitting staring at the computer screen
and to you I must seem like a delusional obsence fiend
must be fun
being so wrong
while im always so right
I almost feel jealous that you get to witness my elegance from another point of view tonight
you sneaky little stalker you...
you've heard stories about me twisting words like I do...
Arrogant and absurd
Verbs and adjectives
possessive comments and aggressive terms
to describe their feelings towards me
are blurred and don't concern me none
I know you're sitting staring at the computer screen
and to you I must seem like a delusional obsence fiend
must be fun
being so wrong
while im always so right
I almost feel jealous that you get to witness my elegance from another point of view tonight
you sneaky little stalker you...
you've heard stories about me twisting words like I do...
#jealousy
#dark
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
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1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Feb 2021 8:32pm
16th Feb 2021 8:32pm
Fresno
What life would have the man lead?
The one shot in my place,
blood dripping as he ran to safety
just to find company in thieves,
that stole his last moments of comfort
by dumping his body in the road
My mother still has trouble sleeping
I've seen death a hundred ways
I've caused it, I've lived through it
I sat silent as my best friend murdered two people
and in my head,
I had hopes he'd be set free for I know his worth
he was the good one of our group
I the rebel and danger
him the artist and believer
the...
The one shot in my place,
blood dripping as he ran to safety
just to find company in thieves,
that stole his last moments of comfort
by dumping his body in the road
My mother still has trouble sleeping
I've seen death a hundred ways
I've caused it, I've lived through it
I sat silent as my best friend murdered two people
and in my head,
I had hopes he'd be set free for I know his worth
he was the good one of our group
I the rebel and danger
him the artist and believer
the...
#death
#home
#shadows
#silence
#temptation
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2021 4:29pm
28th Jan 2021 4:29pm
Poseidon Salt water burial
I try to make a good excuse but
I dont even know what.im doing here
its just too much noise
screaming synapse
picturing what death is like.
I hope it's quiet where no one can bother me
faces passing me by
awkward looks from a heavy sigh
I know how it's felt
I'm sorry to bother you as much as I bother myself
I strive for shadows to swallow the blue tint in my eyes
pray for a silhouette suicide,
defy what hope lies inside.
I use to be scared to die,
but it's a sickening high to feel nothing
when I feel so empty most...
I dont even know what.im doing here
its just too much noise
screaming synapse
picturing what death is like.
I hope it's quiet where no one can bother me
faces passing me by
awkward looks from a heavy sigh
I know how it's felt
I'm sorry to bother you as much as I bother myself
I strive for shadows to swallow the blue tint in my eyes
pray for a silhouette suicide,
defy what hope lies inside.
I use to be scared to die,
but it's a sickening high to feel nothing
when I feel so empty most...
#sadness
#jealousy
#regret
#hate
#loneliness
692 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2021 3:44pm
28th Jan 2021 3:44pm
Manic depressive round up
I wonder what its like to feel normal,
no bruised or broken knuckles,
blood in the sink from another impulse, discarded feelings,
from the ability to turn cold,
when you become a puppet to your own sickness,
its just one bad decision that turns into a life sentence.
Ever feel like you just want to turn the wheel into traffic,
just to see what happens?,
that fucking morbid curiosity,
visions become a problem,
then you start to like them,
act on them,
choose death instead of rock bottom,
enough playing opossum, ...
no bruised or broken knuckles,
blood in the sink from another impulse, discarded feelings,
from the ability to turn cold,
when you become a puppet to your own sickness,
its just one bad decision that turns into a life sentence.
Ever feel like you just want to turn the wheel into traffic,
just to see what happens?,
that fucking morbid curiosity,
visions become a problem,
then you start to like them,
act on them,
choose death instead of rock bottom,
enough playing opossum, ...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#apathy
#boredom
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Dec 2020 7:29pm
15th Dec 2020 7:29pm
Perfect Paralyzing Paragraphs
You created captivating collages
of the heartless
paragraphs and epics
of the morally defective
Swooned the moon
to a Swansong
and weaved other's lies
tight enough
they'll never beunraveled
........but you're still scared
to be my everything
my destiny and life long goal
submerged
into our pretty sins
that'll surely drown us in vain
for our love never dies....
and neither does your hold on me
It's been far too long
since you've
dipped your pen...
of the heartless
paragraphs and epics
of the morally defective
Swooned the moon
to a Swansong
and weaved other's lies
tight enough
they'll never beunraveled
........but you're still scared
to be my everything
my destiny and life long goal
submerged
into our pretty sins
that'll surely drown us in vain
for our love never dies....
and neither does your hold on me
It's been far too long
since you've
dipped your pen...
#BestFriend
#relationships
#UnrequitedLove #FirstLove
#UnrequitedLove #FirstLove
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2020 7:16pm
23rd Nov 2020 7:16pm
Dryden
In thy depth of man.
he hath no heart left,
for doth, he abused it
forlorn the land may seem
as look'd upon
desolate.....
but forgiving....
a single flower grew,
thorns and all
where pride once resided
it no longer called home.....
he hath no heart left,
for doth, he abused it
forlorn the land may seem
as look'd upon
desolate.....
but forgiving....
a single flower grew,
thorns and all
where pride once resided
it no longer called home.....
#happiness
#kindness
#courage
#admiration
#emotions
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5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2020 9:03pm
19th Nov 2020 9:03pm
He who became a cosmo
Your words
tied my tongue to yours
uttering incantations on bated breath
a wish bent on catastrophe
you fell helplessly
into my world after me
The Hands in prayer
became the same around my throat,
turning a church girl into a heathen
I swam up your thighs
like that snake in the garden,
toiling up your body,
and coiling around your heart,
sinking deep into your thoughts,
as you explored my devilish design.
you bit adams apple once again,
drawing blood
as I ripped through your walls
and tore apart...
tied my tongue to yours
uttering incantations on bated breath
a wish bent on catastrophe
you fell helplessly
into my world after me
The Hands in prayer
became the same around my throat,
turning a church girl into a heathen
I swam up your thighs
like that snake in the garden,
toiling up your body,
and coiling around your heart,
sinking deep into your thoughts,
as you explored my devilish design.
you bit adams apple once again,
drawing blood
as I ripped through your walls
and tore apart...
#relationships
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
785 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2020 4:04pm
19th Nov 2020 4:04pm
In the Dark
I like
what grows in the dark
beautifully outdone
they're shining out the sun
I wish I could swallow it whole
bliss be as it grew inside,
beautifully numb
because I'll be virtually gone...
I like
the way the waves hit the sand
such a sweet romance,
a take and receive
I want to watch it drag me down deep
until the water is all I see...
because I want to be a part of something
bigger than me..
I like
the shadows at night
the crawling and fight
scratches on the skin ...
what grows in the dark
beautifully outdone
they're shining out the sun
I wish I could swallow it whole
bliss be as it grew inside,
beautifully numb
because I'll be virtually gone...
I like
the way the waves hit the sand
such a sweet romance,
a take and receive
I want to watch it drag me down deep
until the water is all I see...
because I want to be a part of something
bigger than me..
I like
the shadows at night
the crawling and fight
scratches on the skin ...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#greed
#emptiness
#fear
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Nov 2020 12:37pm
11th Nov 2020 12:37pm
I sit still.
Heaven was still white
in the stormy life my family knew
They a, vibrant hue of green.
unsettling still for what tragedy befell
ill and sickly feel of passion grew
but I sit still,
washed over me the color blue.
I found scorching hot red
sparks flew
nontoxic as I swallowed whole
seeping through my pores
the beautiful plume to the royal hold
a queen in an sandcastle...
the pressure to perform
must have been exhausting
I'm sorry
all those cracks in your stories, lies
and...
in the stormy life my family knew
They a, vibrant hue of green.
unsettling still for what tragedy befell
ill and sickly feel of passion grew
but I sit still,
washed over me the color blue.
I found scorching hot red
sparks flew
nontoxic as I swallowed whole
seeping through my pores
the beautiful plume to the royal hold
a queen in an sandcastle...
the pressure to perform
must have been exhausting
I'm sorry
all those cracks in your stories, lies
and...
#sadness
#jealousy
#regret
#loneliness
#rejection
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2020 6:33pm
8th Nov 2020 6:33pm
Devil in the details
though I can make the world bend..
she said "forgive me for my criticism,
but why are you so comfortable being forgotten"
Protection from the sins beckoning
I can rip the seams from everything
open the hole and watch as everyone falls in
lemmings are more unpredictable...
I don't focus on my problems because they keep me grounded,
God of the brokenhearted
God of the mindless
I'm the Devil in the details
you can be the peasent in the garden
snake bite suicide,
now it's become your problem
I don't want be that...
she said "forgive me for my criticism,
but why are you so comfortable being forgotten"
Protection from the sins beckoning
I can rip the seams from everything
open the hole and watch as everyone falls in
lemmings are more unpredictable...
I don't focus on my problems because they keep me grounded,
God of the brokenhearted
God of the mindless
I'm the Devil in the details
you can be the peasent in the garden
snake bite suicide,
now it's become your problem
I don't want be that...
#anxiety
#despair
#apathy
#boredom
#bittersweet
382 reads
1 Comment
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