Submissions by MJ3 (Pen_ofsad)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry for me and anyone
DARK POEM
Published
28th Mar 2018 5:24pm
28th Mar 2018 5:24pm
Hell's Gate
I wish I could go back.
The things I’d change are too many to count.
But time waits for no one.
Now it’s far too late for someone like me.
I want to say sorry to all those I hurt.
I’m filled with regret for all those I’ve used.
I’d do anything to mend the hearts I’ve broken.
But it’s too late for that now.
Now I feel the flames searing my skin.
My body is slowly turning to ashes.
I can barely open my eyes but I manage.
The eyes of Satan, my last sight.
They penetrate my soul as he gazes at me from behind hell’s gates.
The things I’d change are too many to count.
But time waits for no one.
Now it’s far too late for someone like me.
I want to say sorry to all those I hurt.
I’m filled with regret for all those I’ve used.
I’d do anything to mend the hearts I’ve broken.
But it’s too late for that now.
Now I feel the flames searing my skin.
My body is slowly turning to ashes.
I can barely open my eyes but I manage.
The eyes of Satan, my last sight.
They penetrate my soul as he gazes at me from behind hell’s gates.
#death
#hell
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2018 11:55pm
26th Mar 2018 11:55pm
Running from the Reaper
I’m running.
My every breath growing shorter, withering are my lungs.
Tis a chase leading indefinitely to you.
From you, the Reaper I run.
It is imperative I elude you at least for now.
For I still have dreams to fulfill.
So many adventures yet to be had.
So many bonds that can’t be broken just yet.
I’m sorry but I can’t let you catch me right now.
I must play this game a little longer.
I must cheat death until all of my hopes aspirations have been realized.
To this day, I am still running from the reaper.
My every breath growing shorter, withering are my lungs.
Tis a chase leading indefinitely to you.
From you, the Reaper I run.
It is imperative I elude you at least for now.
For I still have dreams to fulfill.
So many adventures yet to be had.
So many bonds that can’t be broken just yet.
I’m sorry but I can’t let you catch me right now.
I must play this game a little longer.
I must cheat death until all of my hopes aspirations have been realized.
To this day, I am still running from the reaper.
#death
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2018 6:06pm
25th Mar 2018 6:06pm
Forgotten
He was once but a peasant.
He once toiled from sun up to sun down.
His pockets were once shallow like a drying puddle.
But one day it all changed.
Now he sits atop the world.
His wealth seemingly infinite.
He has more women than any man could fathom.
But his former self lies in a realm of amnesia.
The memories of his struggle are clouded by luxury.
His former self buried in his riches.
Those he once loved no longer have a place in heart.
His true story long forgotten.
He once toiled from sun up to sun down.
His pockets were once shallow like a drying puddle.
But one day it all changed.
Now he sits atop the world.
His wealth seemingly infinite.
He has more women than any man could fathom.
But his former self lies in a realm of amnesia.
The memories of his struggle are clouded by luxury.
His former self buried in his riches.
Those he once loved no longer have a place in heart.
His true story long forgotten.
#money
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2018 8:43pm
20th Mar 2018 8:43pm
I do
I do."
It was supposed to be a bond unbreakable.
Yet it became nothing more than a binding chain.
A chain that would create a noose.
At first it was it was beautiful.
She was the moth.
I was the flame.
Then I said “I do,” and nothing was the same.
I once plucked roses for her.
Now it is her heart that has begun to wither.
Like a dying rose her petals are hard and brittle.
It seems as though now I am but a thorn in her side.
Having lost my love I no longer had a reason to live.
To rid myself of these...
It was supposed to be a bond unbreakable.
Yet it became nothing more than a binding chain.
A chain that would create a noose.
At first it was it was beautiful.
She was the moth.
I was the flame.
Then I said “I do,” and nothing was the same.
I once plucked roses for her.
Now it is her heart that has begun to wither.
Like a dying rose her petals are hard and brittle.
It seems as though now I am but a thorn in her side.
Having lost my love I no longer had a reason to live.
To rid myself of these...
#heartbroken
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2018 6:07pm
3rd Mar 2018 6:07pm
Galaxy Eyes
The fairest of them all.
Like nothing I've ever seen.
Her pull akin to that of a black hole.
Her voice alone halts father time's hands.
Her touch soft like a field of dandelion.
Her hair, long and flowing like the Nile.
Her very aurs has the sun's radiance.
She has to be the daughter of mother Earth.
I feel something I haen't felt in a long time.
A burning fire, an inferno of love.
I've been burned by these same flames before.
But I'd risk it all again.
I'd put it all on the line.
I'd risk doom and demise. ...
Like nothing I've ever seen.
Her pull akin to that of a black hole.
Her voice alone halts father time's hands.
Her touch soft like a field of dandelion.
Her hair, long and flowing like the Nile.
Her very aurs has the sun's radiance.
She has to be the daughter of mother Earth.
I feel something I haen't felt in a long time.
A burning fire, an inferno of love.
I've been burned by these same flames before.
But I'd risk it all again.
I'd put it all on the line.
I'd risk doom and demise. ...
#romantic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2018 7:05pm
25th Feb 2018 7:05pm
Winter
Children rush into his arms
and frolic with him when he comes.
Their naive innocence blinding them,
to what I see.
I see is his true nature.
While they run into his cold hands I fear a monster.
The children dance and make snow angels,
caring about nothing save their amusement.
I know however what he does to life.
As he creeps forward life slowly drains out.
At first it's just a chill.
But then more warmth drains out
suddenly, plants, trees, all life is barren and shivering to the core.
Their nerves...
and frolic with him when he comes.
Their naive innocence blinding them,
to what I see.
I see is his true nature.
While they run into his cold hands I fear a monster.
The children dance and make snow angels,
caring about nothing save their amusement.
I know however what he does to life.
As he creeps forward life slowly drains out.
At first it's just a chill.
But then more warmth drains out
suddenly, plants, trees, all life is barren and shivering to the core.
Their nerves...
#children
#death
#winter
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2018 8:36pm
23rd Feb 2018 8:36pm
Bloom of the Ivre
Love is like a blooming rose.
That's supposedly true in Paris, the city of romance.
I once held that rose.
I promised to nurture it forever.
But then it was blown away, out onto the streets of Paris.
Now its petals are watered by another.
The the bar I go, in an attempt to drown my sorrows in liquor.
Shot after shot reality fades away.
A drunken fantasy takes its place.
I thought I'd found a rose like the one I once loved.
When I sobered I realized it was just the liquor.
Tis the bloom if the ivre.
That's supposedly true in Paris, the city of romance.
I once held that rose.
I promised to nurture it forever.
But then it was blown away, out onto the streets of Paris.
Now its petals are watered by another.
The the bar I go, in an attempt to drown my sorrows in liquor.
Shot after shot reality fades away.
A drunken fantasy takes its place.
I thought I'd found a rose like the one I once loved.
When I sobered I realized it was just the liquor.
Tis the bloom if the ivre.
#loneliness
#alcohol
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2018 10:08pm
22nd Feb 2018 10:08pm
Reflection
I hate him.
But every day of my life I'm forced to live with him.
I wake up to see him rear his ugly head at me.
When I look in the mirror he taunts me.
He is my insecurity.
He is my failure.
He is my weakness.
I wish he had never been born.
He knows that he is everything that I hate.
My reflection, he laughs as I suffer.
But every day of my life I'm forced to live with him.
I wake up to see him rear his ugly head at me.
When I look in the mirror he taunts me.
He is my insecurity.
He is my failure.
He is my weakness.
I wish he had never been born.
He knows that he is everything that I hate.
My reflection, he laughs as I suffer.
#rejection
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#emotional
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2018 5:22pm
20th Feb 2018 5:22pm
Paper Cuts
You, you're just a piece of paper in my pocket.
That's all right?
No, you're more than that.
I love you.
I love you because you put a roof over my head.
I love you because you put clothes on my back.
I love you because you put food on my family's table.
But despite all you do for me, I still hate you.
I hate you because people steal for you.
I hate you because governments lie to their people for you.
I hate you because people kill their own flesh and blood for you.
I hate you because I can't live without you.
You,...
That's all right?
No, you're more than that.
I love you.
I love you because you put a roof over my head.
I love you because you put clothes on my back.
I love you because you put food on my family's table.
But despite all you do for me, I still hate you.
I hate you because people steal for you.
I hate you because governments lie to their people for you.
I hate you because people kill their own flesh and blood for you.
I hate you because I can't live without you.
You,...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2018 2:47am
20th Feb 2018 2:47am
Longing Wake
Body battered.
Mind mangled.
Soul shattered.
From life I seek solace in sleep.
What I find is far from solace.
I exit one realm of torture to enter another.
An ominous presence, I can feel it.
My demons have stalked me here.
As they howl I grow deaf.
I feel their claws tear into my flesh.
My body writhes in agony.
I look to the heavens, pleading with God to stop this pain.
I scream in agony
I cry for help as the pool of blood grows.
But no one can hear me, it is but a nightmare.
Alas,...
Mind mangled.
Soul shattered.
From life I seek solace in sleep.
What I find is far from solace.
I exit one realm of torture to enter another.
An ominous presence, I can feel it.
My demons have stalked me here.
As they howl I grow deaf.
I feel their claws tear into my flesh.
My body writhes in agony.
I look to the heavens, pleading with God to stop this pain.
I scream in agony
I cry for help as the pool of blood grows.
But no one can hear me, it is but a nightmare.
Alas,...
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5 Comments
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