Submissions by Lothbrok
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2019 2:22pm
9th May 2019 2:22pm
Shoots and ladders with skeletons sliding across headstones
Teeter tattered angel wings
Eye Skillfully see, saw my beauty queen
Slide into an open grave
Here she's lied,
with that candy cane frame
Oh my life will never be the same
Trouble follows the leader these daisy chain kinda days.
Hops and scotch,
heads up seven up, Lemon drops,
Getting drunk on your childish thoughts
For all atrocities you have the monopoly
A B C uno, dos, tres,
Simon says,
You're a waste of space.
Get in your red land rover
Red rover red rover
Mistake a red light for a green ...
Eye Skillfully see, saw my beauty queen
Slide into an open grave
Here she's lied,
with that candy cane frame
Oh my life will never be the same
Trouble follows the leader these daisy chain kinda days.
Hops and scotch,
heads up seven up, Lemon drops,
Getting drunk on your childish thoughts
For all atrocities you have the monopoly
A B C uno, dos, tres,
Simon says,
You're a waste of space.
Get in your red land rover
Red rover red rover
Mistake a red light for a green ...
#anger
#anxiety
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#apathy
511 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2019 12:40pm
5th May 2019 12:40pm
Control
The most powerful and easiest way to control someone, is to help them...
While rain pelted the car
My eyes were closed
slowly dissipating
Fated with tomorrow
But hopeless thoughts continue invading
My happiness never gets too far
In the world where vultures
Circle the victim waiting for a meal
Corporate or animal kingdom alike
It's always better to be the hand
Than the knife.
Coarse the patient one
Push the reckless son
Encase the helpless form
Become a quick...
While rain pelted the car
My eyes were closed
slowly dissipating
Fated with tomorrow
But hopeless thoughts continue invading
My happiness never gets too far
In the world where vultures
Circle the victim waiting for a meal
Corporate or animal kingdom alike
It's always better to be the hand
Than the knife.
Coarse the patient one
Push the reckless son
Encase the helpless form
Become a quick...
#identity
#freedom
#consumerism
#culture
#morality
736 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2019 5:22pm
1st May 2019 5:22pm
Take me away
You left this world,
from body to essence,
now we wait till the essence turns
to a presence of a coincidence,
My mind is wandering and im asking myself
Why didn't I ever pay attention?....
I heard the sickness took over you
and still kept my distance
over the simple plastic words you threw at me,
I'd take it all back, but I guess its true
Angels don't belong among our existence....
You'll be that...
from body to essence,
now we wait till the essence turns
to a presence of a coincidence,
My mind is wandering and im asking myself
Why didn't I ever pay attention?....
I heard the sickness took over you
and still kept my distance
over the simple plastic words you threw at me,
I'd take it all back, but I guess its true
Angels don't belong among our existence....
You'll be that...
#love
#dark
#death
#heroin
#FeelingLost
661 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2019 6:11pm
27th Apr 2019 6:11pm
This face of mine is just a frame
Death is on my mind
God help us
but I don't think he can
I found a garden to bury my secrets
Feed them carcasses and ruminate
Arsenic thoughts upon my friendlies
Pseudo acts of faith to the enemy's face
They see the good in me
While I see the bad in them
What could be daffodils in bloom
Turned into spite in it's place
I wake up early to smoke my demons out
Play catch up with the Devil in the mirror
Gaze at the floor where I'll take my fall
swish the whiskey around my mouth
And chase it down...
God help us
but I don't think he can
I found a garden to bury my secrets
Feed them carcasses and ruminate
Arsenic thoughts upon my friendlies
Pseudo acts of faith to the enemy's face
They see the good in me
While I see the bad in them
What could be daffodils in bloom
Turned into spite in it's place
I wake up early to smoke my demons out
Play catch up with the Devil in the mirror
Gaze at the floor where I'll take my fall
swish the whiskey around my mouth
And chase it down...
#anxiety
#depression
#hate
#dark
#death
480 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 10:33am
24th Apr 2019 10:33am
Fixate on the sky
I'm not art,
I'm trash in pretty packaging
The Comatose angel,
I'm always dying for the audience
I'll only perform at night
Where I wear my scars like stripes
and while everything's always gloom
Petals in bloom,
Underneath the star crossed skies
Come on now,
practice at 9
The Scene?
My demise
I witness the fake making it's way
Stay away from the days that I'm awake
Gone,
like the times I felt love
Strong,
like the hits I took from you
Dove. ...
I'm trash in pretty packaging
The Comatose angel,
I'm always dying for the audience
I'll only perform at night
Where I wear my scars like stripes
and while everything's always gloom
Petals in bloom,
Underneath the star crossed skies
Come on now,
practice at 9
The Scene?
My demise
I witness the fake making it's way
Stay away from the days that I'm awake
Gone,
like the times I felt love
Strong,
like the hits I took from you
Dove. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#emptiness
#apathy
#boredom
638 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2019 9:14am
21st Apr 2019 9:14am
To unleash pestilence.
It's all become oh so synthetic
The waves of idiotic subterfuge
strain my relationship with everyone
A pestilence of pathetics
Cope with smouldering attitudes
Let it be known the actions are copacetic
prophetic thoughts of olden few
Pose with aspirations of righteousness
Just to justify your argument
The arrogance of articulates is nothing new
Sound the alarm it's Death upon us
Pantomiming misery to a blank canvas
It's from the apogee when I take my leap
Because the greatest achievement
we've come up with ...
The waves of idiotic subterfuge
strain my relationship with everyone
A pestilence of pathetics
Cope with smouldering attitudes
Let it be known the actions are copacetic
prophetic thoughts of olden few
Pose with aspirations of righteousness
Just to justify your argument
The arrogance of articulates is nothing new
Sound the alarm it's Death upon us
Pantomiming misery to a blank canvas
It's from the apogee when I take my leap
Because the greatest achievement
we've come up with ...
#anger
#hate
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind
545 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Apr 2019 7:55pm
20th Apr 2019 7:55pm
Plague my Ballerina
When I was younger
Watching this woman swing
and sway to the rhythm of the better days,
yesterday felt the same
and today just gets in the way...
I swoon the moon
with a swansong of bitter moods,
...always felt It was ending soon
While my lights are flickering and there were always monsters in my room..
But I was different then,
diffident little kid,
Then prison came within
Pseudo-God amongst the cattle
that aimlessly drifted in
Those shallow sins begin
surround the bastard kin
initiate the...
Watching this woman swing
and sway to the rhythm of the better days,
yesterday felt the same
and today just gets in the way...
I swoon the moon
with a swansong of bitter moods,
...always felt It was ending soon
While my lights are flickering and there were always monsters in my room..
But I was different then,
diffident little kid,
Then prison came within
Pseudo-God amongst the cattle
that aimlessly drifted in
Those shallow sins begin
surround the bastard kin
initiate the...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#dark
#death
441 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2019 2:20pm
3rd Apr 2019 2:20pm
Death rides a pale horse
When in wallowing turns into monochromatic scenes,
Doesn't matter what shade of grey it brings
I'm as hollow as can be,
What can I say?
Follow the leader
but after me.
I use to feel like lightning in a bottle,
had a few dreams locked in my attic
If only I ever bothered
now the bottles litter the floor
when the lighting is fighting with the delight of masking all my twisted designs that my mind has soiled
and I,
came of age in the world of decay,
say my words are empty threats ...
Doesn't matter what shade of grey it brings
I'm as hollow as can be,
What can I say?
Follow the leader
but after me.
I use to feel like lightning in a bottle,
had a few dreams locked in my attic
If only I ever bothered
now the bottles litter the floor
when the lighting is fighting with the delight of masking all my twisted designs that my mind has soiled
and I,
came of age in the world of decay,
say my words are empty threats ...
#hate
#dark
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
594 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2019 7:21am
29th Mar 2019 7:21am
Inconsistent
I questioned the inconsistency of the afterlife last night,
tore the heavens from the sky
and finally put them right,
you never lose sight,
if you never comprehend shit
you're so fucking dead to reason,
but can't find the words to admit it.
And me?
I just sit back
in constant denial
that im the only one
that can rock this twisted smile
In a world so full of hate
and Im not crazy,
I swear to the make believe,
and perhaps
that's a laspe of my mental state
But that's only because
there's...
tore the heavens from the sky
and finally put them right,
you never lose sight,
if you never comprehend shit
you're so fucking dead to reason,
but can't find the words to admit it.
And me?
I just sit back
in constant denial
that im the only one
that can rock this twisted smile
In a world so full of hate
and Im not crazy,
I swear to the make believe,
and perhaps
that's a laspe of my mental state
But that's only because
there's...
#funny
#humankind
#LifeCycle #culture
#LifeCycle #culture
656 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 9:00pm
26th Mar 2019 9:00pm
Pheromones
It’s probably just the pheromones,
or maybe it was the “yes”
when it should’ve been “no”.
I see patterns in your emptiness.
with your decisions always relying on wit
and quips sharp enough to slit my paper wrist.
But I got a couple tricks up my sleeve
Cut me open and tell me what you really see
For I was ever the clever one,
but it’s never enough to outsmart myself
when the storm inside my head insists on rain but I admit the gloom surely fits...
it’s a bitter rivalry with the other side of me,
from hoisting...
or maybe it was the “yes”
when it should’ve been “no”.
I see patterns in your emptiness.
with your decisions always relying on wit
and quips sharp enough to slit my paper wrist.
But I got a couple tricks up my sleeve
Cut me open and tell me what you really see
For I was ever the clever one,
but it’s never enough to outsmart myself
when the storm inside my head insists on rain but I admit the gloom surely fits...
it’s a bitter rivalry with the other side of me,
from hoisting...
#hate
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
720 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 1:46pm
26th Mar 2019 1:46pm
City of silence
I don’t want to be a forgotten memory
but Death has an empty hand
when Heaven suddenly becomes the enemy,
I no longer feel like
I’ve seen the best
of what’s been offered to see,
it’s like the damn black clouds
are always following me
and when I step out from the shadows,
the sunlight’s blinding beams
are never pleasant
either way
it seems I’m missing something
in the end
Forsaken as Earth’s blighted tenant
My body’s hollowed-and followed with-
shallow sins -the deepest regrets -for the...
but Death has an empty hand
when Heaven suddenly becomes the enemy,
I no longer feel like
I’ve seen the best
of what’s been offered to see,
it’s like the damn black clouds
are always following me
and when I step out from the shadows,
the sunlight’s blinding beams
are never pleasant
either way
it seems I’m missing something
in the end
Forsaken as Earth’s blighted tenant
My body’s hollowed-and followed with-
shallow sins -the deepest regrets -for the...
#dark
#murder
#suicide
#religion
#LifeCycle
800 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2019 12:58pm
26th Mar 2019 12:58pm
He, who walks behind the headstones
As the wind blew much colder than years before,
Amidst the shivering cattle
that stood for nothing
but convictions of selfishness
that only ignited pleasure,
A man appeared through the fog
walking softly across the blanketed snow,
he stood silently, adjacent from the lost souls,
as his thoughts were so grand and spectacular,
They could feel the ground shudder beneath him...
His words need no voice,
his gaze spoke of centuries.
Amidst the shivering cattle
that stood for nothing
but convictions of selfishness
that only ignited pleasure,
A man appeared through the fog
walking softly across the blanketed snow,
he stood silently, adjacent from the lost souls,
as his thoughts were so grand and spectacular,
They could feel the ground shudder beneath him...
His words need no voice,
his gaze spoke of centuries.
#dark
#death
#angels
#hell
#culture
571 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Lothbrok
