Submissions by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
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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
373 reads
2 Comments
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
504 reads
3 Comments
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
570 reads
4 Comments
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
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4 Comments
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
718 reads
5 Comments
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
480 reads
8 Comments
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
504 reads
4 Comments
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
471 reads
1 Comment
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
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2 Comments
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
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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
505 reads
1 Comment
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