Submissions by MJ3 (Pen_ofsad)
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2021 3:01am
3rd Jun 2021 3:01am
Before
Time passes, older I grow, I’ve begun to want what it was like before.
Before, it was happier.
Worries weren’t yet waging war within me.
I hadn’t yet seen the life that would make me wonder if life was worth it.
Before, it was just cartoons and cereal on Saturday morning.
Now I know news, all of which seems to be negative and nuclear.
Before, my face lit up in front of the television.
Now the television tells me tales of tyranny and tearful testimonies.
Before, I wasn’t aware of the ways of the world, not yet was I keen to its cruelty. ...
Before, it was happier.
Worries weren’t yet waging war within me.
I hadn’t yet seen the life that would make me wonder if life was worth it.
Before, it was just cartoons and cereal on Saturday morning.
Now I know news, all of which seems to be negative and nuclear.
Before, my face lit up in front of the television.
Now the television tells me tales of tyranny and tearful testimonies.
Before, I wasn’t aware of the ways of the world, not yet was I keen to its cruelty. ...
#childhood
#memories
#aging
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2019 00:56am
3rd Aug 2019 00:56am
Shells
The sun peeks through the cracks in my blinds.
Its warmth awakens me.
I rise for another day spent in a seemingly unbreakable cycle.
This street corner is almost a second home to me.
Never have I despised a residence as much as I do this one.
I stand on the corner beside the alleyway.
This is where I do business.
A customer approaches; with him comes the guilt I am burdened with every day.
He is gaunt, so thin the wind could blow him away, his hair resembling a wild dog.
I don’t want to sell to him but I must; my family needs food and jobs...
Its warmth awakens me.
I rise for another day spent in a seemingly unbreakable cycle.
This street corner is almost a second home to me.
Never have I despised a residence as much as I do this one.
I stand on the corner beside the alleyway.
This is where I do business.
A customer approaches; with him comes the guilt I am burdened with every day.
He is gaunt, so thin the wind could blow him away, his hair resembling a wild dog.
I don’t want to sell to him but I must; my family needs food and jobs...
#regret
#drugs
#poverty
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Apr 2019 00:24am
25th Apr 2019 00:24am
Asylum
I’ve been warned to avoid prison.
But what of the prison that lies within me.
I could’ve never expected to become what I am.
What is this place?
As I trudge through the corridors, I witness unforgettable horrors.
There are cages lining the walls.
Inside of them are the bodies of people I love.
As I stare through the bars, I realize the bodies have decomposed.
Tears fall from my eyes as I stare at the best friend I ever had; I never got to say goodbye.
I want to stop walking, but I can’t.
It’s as if I’ve been possessed.
In...
But what of the prison that lies within me.
I could’ve never expected to become what I am.
What is this place?
As I trudge through the corridors, I witness unforgettable horrors.
There are cages lining the walls.
Inside of them are the bodies of people I love.
As I stare through the bars, I realize the bodies have decomposed.
Tears fall from my eyes as I stare at the best friend I ever had; I never got to say goodbye.
I want to stop walking, but I can’t.
It’s as if I’ve been possessed.
In...
#regret
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2019 00:52am
10th Apr 2019 00:52am
Strong
This guilt has left me nearly hollow
Never do I think about the hole in my heart, for within others is a cavern much greater.
This is the sacrifice born from my attempt at benevolence.
It often forces me to ponder daunting questions.
I sit, gazing at the stars, begging the universe for an answers.
The first question brings guilt and burns my soul.
Am I not good enough?
Why can’t I save those who I love most?
I try with all my might; still I fail to heal their pain.
The second question haunts my every thought and action.
Will they...
Never do I think about the hole in my heart, for within others is a cavern much greater.
This is the sacrifice born from my attempt at benevolence.
It often forces me to ponder daunting questions.
I sit, gazing at the stars, begging the universe for an answers.
The first question brings guilt and burns my soul.
Am I not good enough?
Why can’t I save those who I love most?
I try with all my might; still I fail to heal their pain.
The second question haunts my every thought and action.
Will they...
#strength
#SelfReflection
#emotional
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2019 2:27am
26th Jan 2019 2:27am
Mistake
The birth of a child, I’ve always been told it was a joyous occasion.
In my youth I would’ve believed that to be so.
That naïve notion would die with time.
Upon entrance to this world I was called a bundle of joy.
Today I feel as if I’m merely a burden.
“I’m proud of the man you’re becoming”
Despite being said to me by those claiming to love me most, I know these words to be nothing but lies.
Some would tell me to believe it’s just tempers flaring.
I however, sense much more.
My siblings and I enter.
With her face being the stage a...
In my youth I would’ve believed that to be so.
That naïve notion would die with time.
Upon entrance to this world I was called a bundle of joy.
Today I feel as if I’m merely a burden.
“I’m proud of the man you’re becoming”
Despite being said to me by those claiming to love me most, I know these words to be nothing but lies.
Some would tell me to believe it’s just tempers flaring.
I however, sense much more.
My siblings and I enter.
With her face being the stage a...
#birth
#despair
#emptiness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2019 00:15am
24th Jan 2019 00:15am
Reality
This space lies between the present and my future desires.
For some it is heaven on Earth.
Others think hell can’t be much worse.
A cruel place indeed you are indeed.
Supposedly all are born equal.
That’s funny considering some come out of the womb with a silver spoon.
Some are born with no need for a spoon because they have no food.
Some are born into oppression and ostracization.
Inequality, a tragic fact of reality.
In this space we are expected to be happy.
However happiness is an illusion for many.
They feel as if light...
For some it is heaven on Earth.
Others think hell can’t be much worse.
A cruel place indeed you are indeed.
Supposedly all are born equal.
That’s funny considering some come out of the womb with a silver spoon.
Some are born with no need for a spoon because they have no food.
Some are born into oppression and ostracization.
Inequality, a tragic fact of reality.
In this space we are expected to be happy.
However happiness is an illusion for many.
They feel as if light...
#depression
#TruthOfLife
#inequality
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Jan 2019 00:07am
15th Jan 2019 00:07am
Battlefield
The last time I was home feels like an eternity ago.
I wonder if my wife and children still love me.
Do they even remember my face?
Will I ever see them again?
For nearly a year we’ve waged war.
At times I feel like I don’t even know what for.
Squabbles over government, weapons, power, fear, nowadays it all feels the same.
Some say we do it for our country.
Sadly her habit of injustice makes me question whether patriotism is worth losing my life.
A good night of slumber interrupted by a boom.
Another bomb, if only God would...
I wonder if my wife and children still love me.
Do they even remember my face?
Will I ever see them again?
For nearly a year we’ve waged war.
At times I feel like I don’t even know what for.
Squabbles over government, weapons, power, fear, nowadays it all feels the same.
Some say we do it for our country.
Sadly her habit of injustice makes me question whether patriotism is worth losing my life.
A good night of slumber interrupted by a boom.
Another bomb, if only God would...
#war
#death
#graveyard
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2019 00:06am
15th Jan 2019 00:06am
Scarred
To get home, I take the trudge through this warzone every day.
Broken bottles line the sidewalk.
Well people have to cope somehow.
Sunlight never shines through the blinds because the widows are boarded.
This isn’t the type of place you go sightseeing, but I’ll be your tourguide for today.
First stop is the corner store; here you’ll find the toothless men who leave the broken bottles.
I’m sure whatever story they’re telling is great.
Truly sad it is that you nor I will ever be able to decipher their slurred tales.
To your right you’ll see a...
Broken bottles line the sidewalk.
Well people have to cope somehow.
Sunlight never shines through the blinds because the widows are boarded.
This isn’t the type of place you go sightseeing, but I’ll be your tourguide for today.
First stop is the corner store; here you’ll find the toothless men who leave the broken bottles.
I’m sure whatever story they’re telling is great.
Truly sad it is that you nor I will ever be able to decipher their slurred tales.
To your right you’ll see a...
#LifeStruggles
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2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2019 1:19am
10th Jan 2019 1:19am
Bliss
This sensation is an escapist’s dream.
The absence of one’s worries.
The nonexistence of strife.
The joy born from amnesia.
Although, the path to attaining this peace taints the one who searches for it.
The cold tip of the needle sends a chill throughout my body.
I can fell all of my troubles draining out as happiness surges through my veins.
Other times my relief flies in through my nose.
Sometimes my sanity is wrapped up, all nice and neat.
However, when in this state, better judgement is left for dead.
Then again, it’s not like...
The absence of one’s worries.
The nonexistence of strife.
The joy born from amnesia.
Although, the path to attaining this peace taints the one who searches for it.
The cold tip of the needle sends a chill throughout my body.
I can fell all of my troubles draining out as happiness surges through my veins.
Other times my relief flies in through my nose.
Sometimes my sanity is wrapped up, all nice and neat.
However, when in this state, better judgement is left for dead.
Then again, it’s not like...
#happiness
#addiction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jan 2019 00:22am
10th Jan 2019 00:22am
Happiness
Sought for by all, truly achieved by few.
So many search for years, decades, some even their entire lifetime to find you.
Despite the ever-growing search party, you’ve remained elusive as ever.
The path leading to you is seemingly never straight.
The “wise” say you’re found within, but in a life of struggle that seems to prove false.
After all, the happenings outside of one’s heart sway the happenings inside.
No game is harder than that of life.
Never is the game of life more difficult when one is dealt a bad hand.
And for every king you draw,...
So many search for years, decades, some even their entire lifetime to find you.
Despite the ever-growing search party, you’ve remained elusive as ever.
The path leading to you is seemingly never straight.
The “wise” say you’re found within, but in a life of struggle that seems to prove false.
After all, the happenings outside of one’s heart sway the happenings inside.
No game is harder than that of life.
Never is the game of life more difficult when one is dealt a bad hand.
And for every king you draw,...
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#poverty
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jan 2019 10:29pm
4th Jan 2019 10:29pm
Obsolete
Many have pondered life and what its purpose is.
I, however, have spent more time pondering what life would be like were I not in it.
Pondering purpose has never done much for me considering I am nothing more than a failure.
What purpose could there be for someone like me?
I aspire to better the entire world, yet I can’t even help those closest to me.
I could never meet them, so expectations are the bane of my existence.
Constantly falling short, my presence is nothing but a disappointment.
No matter my efforts, failure is destined.
The hand...
I, however, have spent more time pondering what life would be like were I not in it.
Pondering purpose has never done much for me considering I am nothing more than a failure.
What purpose could there be for someone like me?
I aspire to better the entire world, yet I can’t even help those closest to me.
I could never meet them, so expectations are the bane of my existence.
Constantly falling short, my presence is nothing but a disappointment.
No matter my efforts, failure is destined.
The hand...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
514 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2019 9:03pm
3rd Jan 2019 9:03pm
Ambition
A quest born from a great desire deep within.
A hunger much stronger than any edible whim.
It touches everyone even if it isn’t always acknowledged.
The pursuit or lack of pursuit of this powerful urge can change one’s life forever.
It can serve as empowerment to its holder.
The existence of a goal lights a fire in the soul.
This fire drives may to heights unimaginable for many.
The feeling of finally quenching the thirst for achievement is the most satisfying there is.
This blade however, is double edged.
Falling to Earth when reaching...
A hunger much stronger than any edible whim.
It touches everyone even if it isn’t always acknowledged.
The pursuit or lack of pursuit of this powerful urge can change one’s life forever.
It can serve as empowerment to its holder.
The existence of a goal lights a fire in the soul.
This fire drives may to heights unimaginable for many.
The feeling of finally quenching the thirst for achievement is the most satisfying there is.
This blade however, is double edged.
Falling to Earth when reaching...
#regret
#LifeGoals
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