Submissions by MKD
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 7:19pm
16th Jun 2020 7:19pm
Man In Fear
Man in fear,
Why are you here?
Gathering evidence to feel secure,
individuality, away you steer.
Conformity you hold so dear.
Creative expression you tend to jeer.
Safe, but hating your own career.
Society you use as protective gear.
Your ignorance you blame on beer,
but everyone can see you clear.
You're like that one shameful tear,
trying to hide from your fellow peer.
Understand people still hear.
So, it does no good to give them a leer.
Your personality and your existence is becoming quite mere,
all...
Why are you here?
Gathering evidence to feel secure,
individuality, away you steer.
Conformity you hold so dear.
Creative expression you tend to jeer.
Safe, but hating your own career.
Society you use as protective gear.
Your ignorance you blame on beer,
but everyone can see you clear.
You're like that one shameful tear,
trying to hide from your fellow peer.
Understand people still hear.
So, it does no good to give them a leer.
Your personality and your existence is becoming quite mere,
all...
#LifeStruggles
#fear
372 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jun 2019 4:27am
20th Jun 2019 4:27am
Shackled
Tired and angry, people call me crazy. Fake a smile and take it,
when I feel like I can't make it.
Speak up about the problem,
doesn't mean it's gonna solve them. Fake security; "it's gonna be alright, you're gonna be okay."
They'll tell you the same thing every other day.
But I'm tired and angry,
people call me crazy. Are you listening, or glistening in an illusion of humanity? Just another exchange of its gonna be okay.
Shrugged off, dismissed, left aside with clenched fists.
Recede into the distance, silence grows, less resistance.
Watch...
when I feel like I can't make it.
Speak up about the problem,
doesn't mean it's gonna solve them. Fake security; "it's gonna be alright, you're gonna be okay."
They'll tell you the same thing every other day.
But I'm tired and angry,
people call me crazy. Are you listening, or glistening in an illusion of humanity? Just another exchange of its gonna be okay.
Shrugged off, dismissed, left aside with clenched fists.
Recede into the distance, silence grows, less resistance.
Watch...
#anger
#loneliness
#frustration #disappointment
#frustration #disappointment
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2018 10:36pm
22nd Aug 2018 10:36pm
Go[o]d vs. [D]evil
I don't know if I believe in heaven or hell.
Once I thought so, but I've never felt well.
I've always thought "there's got to be more".
But isn't it just like life to even the score.
Why is it so important to others if you do or don't believe?
Biased on either sides, doesn't matter what you achieve.
Would people act different if what they believed was reversed?
Would atheists live by a single bible verse?
Would believers start to do what they want?
I'm filled with these questions, not trying to taunt.
I don't want to know for fear of burning...
Once I thought so, but I've never felt well.
I've always thought "there's got to be more".
But isn't it just like life to even the score.
Why is it so important to others if you do or don't believe?
Biased on either sides, doesn't matter what you achieve.
Would people act different if what they believed was reversed?
Would atheists live by a single bible verse?
Would believers start to do what they want?
I'm filled with these questions, not trying to taunt.
I don't want to know for fear of burning...
#evil
#heaven
#hell
580 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2018 1:02am
12th Jul 2018 1:02am
Maybe
Maybe I'm not good enough.
Maybe I'm too much.
Maybe I'm a little rough,
But I've always been a crutch.
Maybe I'm a little boring,
Maybe a bit extreme.
But in my mind the thoughts are roaring
So I float downstream.
Maybe I shouldn't doubt myself,
Maybe I do all the time.
Maybe I get put on a shelf,
Just to be left behind.
Maybe I give too much.
Maybe I'm too easy.
Maybe I let it get to me
So much it makes me queasy.
Maybe I'll never know.
Maybe I don't care.
Maybe I feel all alone,
But I'm used to...
Maybe I'm too much.
Maybe I'm a little rough,
But I've always been a crutch.
Maybe I'm a little boring,
Maybe a bit extreme.
But in my mind the thoughts are roaring
So I float downstream.
Maybe I shouldn't doubt myself,
Maybe I do all the time.
Maybe I get put on a shelf,
Just to be left behind.
Maybe I give too much.
Maybe I'm too easy.
Maybe I let it get to me
So much it makes me queasy.
Maybe I'll never know.
Maybe I don't care.
Maybe I feel all alone,
But I'm used to...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion
387 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2018 2:56pm
9th Jun 2018 2:56pm
PsychoEvil
My stories crawl across these lands,
Like maggots to a
Carcass.
Deeds of hate,
I'll twist your fate.
Made a grown man
Cry for his mommy.
I plick and pluck
(What a charming duck!)
Too bad killing is my favorite hobby.
As my stories grow,
More people sew
A seed of hate in their heart.
Though I've plagued a million,
The funny thing is
This is just the start.
Like maggots to a
Carcass.
Deeds of hate,
I'll twist your fate.
Made a grown man
Cry for his mommy.
I plick and pluck
(What a charming duck!)
Too bad killing is my favorite hobby.
As my stories grow,
More people sew
A seed of hate in their heart.
Though I've plagued a million,
The funny thing is
This is just the start.
#evil
493 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2018 2:33pm
9th Jun 2018 2:33pm
Split Second
All I could hear
Was the the wind
Through my hair.
And all I could feel
Was glass like raindrops
Ripping through my flesh.
And then
nothing.
Was the the wind
Through my hair.
And all I could feel
Was glass like raindrops
Ripping through my flesh.
And then
nothing.
#dark
423 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jun 2018 4:45am
9th Jun 2018 4:45am
Fists Up
I wasn't born this way but its how I've survived. One life to live and I won't be deprived.
I used to be quiet and play by the rules, but how is one to grow when not given the tools?
Do what you're told- ain't nobody proud, just keep to the side and don't be loud. Always something better when all I do is try. I had to have my own back when I wanted to die.
Friends come and go, yeah I used to care, but I found too soon that it never got me anywhere.
Try too hard, care too much, never knowing what it felt like not being a crutch.
I've never been all for one -but one...
I used to be quiet and play by the rules, but how is one to grow when not given the tools?
Do what you're told- ain't nobody proud, just keep to the side and don't be loud. Always something better when all I do is try. I had to have my own back when I wanted to die.
Friends come and go, yeah I used to care, but I found too soon that it never got me anywhere.
Try too hard, care too much, never knowing what it felt like not being a crutch.
I've never been all for one -but one...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
456 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jun 2018 4:36am
9th Jun 2018 4:36am
Spiral
Though birds of a feather flock together, I am still a stray. I follow the crowd but because of this shroud, I seem to drift away. With a draft of the wind I start to decend into a lonely abyss. My soul doesn't know why I'm always let go, death has offered it's kiss.
#anxiety
#confusion
#emptiness
468 reads
2 Comments
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