Submissions by ManDeyer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every mind is a puzzle, seperate the peices to fit them together and create their personal picture
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2016 00:43am
30th Dec 2016 00:43am
The flowering of a first love
Being with you made me feel most alive, it wasn't short but not long in life's eye,
Yet too strong for my heart not to cry
For almost 2 years it was a growing seed, at the beginning the magic blossomed, with the girl of my dreams I was properly freed,
Each day more excited for where it could lead. Bright and beautiful like any flower, but no flower was as stiking as you, so my love for you only grew. But like all flowers it eventually died.
I slowly found myself less admired,
I couldn't accept any thought of doubt, so fearfully of being undesired, then so...
Yet too strong for my heart not to cry
For almost 2 years it was a growing seed, at the beginning the magic blossomed, with the girl of my dreams I was properly freed,
Each day more excited for where it could lead. Bright and beautiful like any flower, but no flower was as stiking as you, so my love for you only grew. But like all flowers it eventually died.
I slowly found myself less admired,
I couldn't accept any thought of doubt, so fearfully of being undesired, then so...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2016 2:47pm
21st Dec 2016 2:47pm
Step by step in my head
STAGE 1:. THE START
Step 1. Suffering sits
Step 2. Dark thoughts dip
Step 3. Depression rips
Step 4. Emotions flip
STAGE 2. THE CONSEQUENCE
Part 1. Hatred hits
Part 2. Angry thoughts split
Part 3. Happiness strips
Part 4. Emptiness tripped
STAGE 3. THE RESULT
Step 1. Uncontrolled reasoning
Step 2. Negative morals
Step 3. Care is self-treasoning
Step 4. The result actions finished self quarrels
..`ManDeyer'..
Step 1. Suffering sits
Step 2. Dark thoughts dip
Step 3. Depression rips
Step 4. Emotions flip
STAGE 2. THE CONSEQUENCE
Part 1. Hatred hits
Part 2. Angry thoughts split
Part 3. Happiness strips
Part 4. Emptiness tripped
STAGE 3. THE RESULT
Step 1. Uncontrolled reasoning
Step 2. Negative morals
Step 3. Care is self-treasoning
Step 4. The result actions finished self quarrels
..`ManDeyer'..
606 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2016 11:47am
5th Jul 2016 11:47am
Emotional Weakness
The things I feel mirror no others,
My emotions are chaos and my actions are tainted by another's malice.
They make me the weakest but unsatisfied I miss them,
like a seductress she pulls my anger to kiss her,
using my hate as crutches to miss her,
using my tears to keep my fists afar. She whispers her manipulative betrayal through my thoughts and emotions,
softly growing less frail, more fearful, deeper, hungrier like a reaper.
It's dark in my head but the metal from the blade whispers louder when it's silently dead.
Quiet as...
My emotions are chaos and my actions are tainted by another's malice.
They make me the weakest but unsatisfied I miss them,
like a seductress she pulls my anger to kiss her,
using my hate as crutches to miss her,
using my tears to keep my fists afar. She whispers her manipulative betrayal through my thoughts and emotions,
softly growing less frail, more fearful, deeper, hungrier like a reaper.
It's dark in my head but the metal from the blade whispers louder when it's silently dead.
Quiet as...
938 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2015 8:07pm
13th Dec 2015 8:07pm
Locked in sadness
It's the hidden things which are always the strongest,
And behind my mask my emotions run so deep, and with them my sadness manifests, now my hope is shaken and weak.
I'm stuck in a circular limbo and I don't know what too do,
My thoughts are so low and my days are fruitless and blue.
It's only me in my head,
Just me on my own,
With my heart wishing it was dead
Because my head is so alone.
So I write this poem with tears in my eyes, saying things that I can't share aloud, hoping that an angel hears my cries and finds me in this chaotic crowd.
...
And behind my mask my emotions run so deep, and with them my sadness manifests, now my hope is shaken and weak.
I'm stuck in a circular limbo and I don't know what too do,
My thoughts are so low and my days are fruitless and blue.
It's only me in my head,
Just me on my own,
With my heart wishing it was dead
Because my head is so alone.
So I write this poem with tears in my eyes, saying things that I can't share aloud, hoping that an angel hears my cries and finds me in this chaotic crowd.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jul 2015 2:13am
8th Jul 2015 2:13am
Fighting doubts
Dark clouds try to shroud light from my failured horizon with a mentality trying to fight, still daunting on what I'm despising, taking each bite on my mind as I'm led back only analysing my life in that one night.
With a positive mind I'm pushing away 'can'ts' refusing to keep me blind, looking behind me shadows still boo and chant at my deep thoughts only to reveal failures found, draining and dragging my mind from its cloud, stripping and pulling my halo down with a fist gripped around straggling loose strains of doubt
With a positive mind I'm pushing away 'can'ts' refusing to keep me blind, looking behind me shadows still boo and chant at my deep thoughts only to reveal failures found, draining and dragging my mind from its cloud, stripping and pulling my halo down with a fist gripped around straggling loose strains of doubt
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2015 5:36am
18th May 2015 5:36am
Holding Earth's Beauty
From within the above blue air, crisp smoothe winds breeze through my hair.
Our seeing globes kept locked in beauty so rare,
whistling smoothly are angelic visions,
keeps us blinded from sight of failed past decisions.
The one bright star will burn those whom nay turn, nor care,
to fight earth's torch is fooling to dare,
our pulsing eyes are locked into a majestic stare,
As earths creater keeps our happiness from stripping bare.
Two sides, green and blue, the melting colours fill moulds to form our veiw .
The deep blue carries rumbles...
Our seeing globes kept locked in beauty so rare,
whistling smoothly are angelic visions,
keeps us blinded from sight of failed past decisions.
The one bright star will burn those whom nay turn, nor care,
to fight earth's torch is fooling to dare,
our pulsing eyes are locked into a majestic stare,
As earths creater keeps our happiness from stripping bare.
Two sides, green and blue, the melting colours fill moulds to form our veiw .
The deep blue carries rumbles...
770 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2015 3:07pm
1st May 2015 3:07pm
Falling Angel
War struck wings of God,
Split through clouds and fog,
Falling darts towards a bog,
White wings rip through smog.
God's soil is hazed by mists,
His feathered beauty has stronger fists.
Cracking thunderous twists,
bright lights spit and hiss.
.. ..NOW..
Watch heaven and earth face and kiss.
Bruised, beaten and strained,
A crying angel screams in pain,
Hacked and sliced into a pumping vein,
blood leaks quickly into the rain.
"CRAW"
Sat above is a dark crow,
It's stare locked so narrow,
Black beak a...
Split through clouds and fog,
Falling darts towards a bog,
White wings rip through smog.
God's soil is hazed by mists,
His feathered beauty has stronger fists.
Cracking thunderous twists,
bright lights spit and hiss.
.. ..NOW..
Watch heaven and earth face and kiss.
Bruised, beaten and strained,
A crying angel screams in pain,
Hacked and sliced into a pumping vein,
blood leaks quickly into the rain.
"CRAW"
Sat above is a dark crow,
It's stare locked so narrow,
Black beak a...
914 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2015 10:01pm
17th Apr 2015 10:01pm
Help Me If You Can
Help me if you can...
My thoughts can't be my own plan.
Perhaps I wasn't breastfed as a child...
Perhaps my young mind was defiled.
Please help me...but if you can't,
It's not the way I was wired, so...
Please help me understand,
Why it's my dreams from which I'm banned...
Why it's my reality from which I ran.
...where do I now stand?..
.. .`'Man¿Deyer`'.. ..
My thoughts can't be my own plan.
Perhaps I wasn't breastfed as a child...
Perhaps my young mind was defiled.
Please help me...but if you can't,
It's not the way I was wired, so...
Please help me understand,
Why it's my dreams from which I'm banned...
Why it's my reality from which I ran.
...where do I now stand?..
.. .`'Man¿Deyer`'.. ..
793 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2015 9:53am
14th Apr 2015 9:53am
poisoned mind
My Mind Is Poisoned!
Intake, wake, cotemplate, fake.
Smoke ignites my leaking soul drained,
Dragged and strained.
Blink, Blink, Blink
Eat, drink, shag pink
Stick your dick in society's stink.
Stop, think, neck a drink,
Crush, rack, line, attack, snort black, pain gap, taste of drip back
...living a compulsive poisoned mind...
Intake, wake, cotemplate, fake.
Smoke ignites my leaking soul drained,
Dragged and strained.
Blink, Blink, Blink
Eat, drink, shag pink
Stick your dick in society's stink.
Stop, think, neck a drink,
Crush, rack, line, attack, snort black, pain gap, taste of drip back
...living a compulsive poisoned mind...
808 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2015 2:09am
13th Apr 2015 2:09am
Bending Creations
We forge our own increadable creations,
Immune to mind errasion, bending and crime manipulation.
I sit and stare into a clear plate, waiting for it to fill with a deranged state.
There are things that you've done, keeping stunned. Not just for a mate, but to motivate his stake.
Jumping until our toes bleed, forcing my blood to attract creed.
Breathing this oxygen seems hard to intake,
How do you know that life isn't a mistake?
..`'Man¿Deyer`'..
Immune to mind errasion, bending and crime manipulation.
I sit and stare into a clear plate, waiting for it to fill with a deranged state.
There are things that you've done, keeping stunned. Not just for a mate, but to motivate his stake.
Jumping until our toes bleed, forcing my blood to attract creed.
Breathing this oxygen seems hard to intake,
How do you know that life isn't a mistake?
..`'Man¿Deyer`'..
724 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2015 10:09pm
12th Apr 2015 10:09pm
Acheive Past My Visions
To acheive great things I always could,
But facing the wrong way was how I stood.
Restart my entrance and life's approach,
...be my mind's only true coach.
My thoughts are slowed and caught,
My motivation seized and trapped,
Facing a hopeless struggle still faught.
Once I break these chains,
What lays past my bruises and pains?
...chapter unopened, unread and strange.
I flipped the page, time to finish the story on my own stage!
..`'Man¿Deyer`'..
But facing the wrong way was how I stood.
Restart my entrance and life's approach,
...be my mind's only true coach.
My thoughts are slowed and caught,
My motivation seized and trapped,
Facing a hopeless struggle still faught.
Once I break these chains,
What lays past my bruises and pains?
...chapter unopened, unread and strange.
I flipped the page, time to finish the story on my own stage!
..`'Man¿Deyer`'..
672 reads
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