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
SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2015 1:43am
12th Apr 2015 1:43am
Addicted To Impulsive Thoughts
Thrill, Risk and Danger!
Those are my life's 3 medicines...
I don't jump from the cliff and seek adrenaline, I merely stand on the edge to whittness my extremes balancing.
All my dials pushed full,
all my choices and impulsive thoughts drool...they're explosions of a fool, with no control gauge for desired actions, my reality dials go uncontrolled and wild.
With only 2 choices in my head 'ALL OR NOTHING', living a fast paced life,
with only a 6 number dice.
My mind always on the move...stopping still is wasting time I can't afford to...
Those are my life's 3 medicines...
I don't jump from the cliff and seek adrenaline, I merely stand on the edge to whittness my extremes balancing.
All my dials pushed full,
all my choices and impulsive thoughts drool...they're explosions of a fool, with no control gauge for desired actions, my reality dials go uncontrolled and wild.
With only 2 choices in my head 'ALL OR NOTHING', living a fast paced life,
with only a 6 number dice.
My mind always on the move...stopping still is wasting time I can't afford to...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2015 6:44pm
11th Apr 2015 6:44pm
I'm Trapped, Tortured And Bleeding in My Head!
In my head im always fucking screaming!
I wish that reality was just something that im dreaming
...but really it's a fucking cage that I can't be free in.
My head mirrors my body,
my limbs always tweaking for an unknown hobby.
Therefore it's the same fucking bullshit in my head!
I just hope it ain't the same when im dead!
When I'm alone my thoughts are an uncontrolled slideshow,
pushing against my face like so,
mind always flickering between points,
and I just can't say NO! ...
I wish that reality was just something that im dreaming
...but really it's a fucking cage that I can't be free in.
My head mirrors my body,
my limbs always tweaking for an unknown hobby.
Therefore it's the same fucking bullshit in my head!
I just hope it ain't the same when im dead!
When I'm alone my thoughts are an uncontrolled slideshow,
pushing against my face like so,
mind always flickering between points,
and I just can't say NO! ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 8:31pm
10th Apr 2015 8:31pm
Dose Dose Dose
Skin shaking,
Body quaking,
Rolling around in bed,
Life pushing the stake in.
My blood is baking,
As my future is slowly taken,
Praying that my visions are mistaken.
Though I can't say I dislike,
feeling my weakened heart fight.
I may look crippled and blistered,
But it's part of the fun,
Being so twisted,
unable to run.
It's the shooting pain,
The kicking and screaming
like a tortured crane,
Fighting for it's dose again,
that gets me off like...
Body quaking,
Rolling around in bed,
Life pushing the stake in.
My blood is baking,
As my future is slowly taken,
Praying that my visions are mistaken.
Though I can't say I dislike,
feeling my weakened heart fight.
I may look crippled and blistered,
But it's part of the fun,
Being so twisted,
unable to run.
It's the shooting pain,
The kicking and screaming
like a tortured crane,
Fighting for it's dose again,
that gets me off like...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Apr 2015 8:19pm
10th Apr 2015 8:19pm
Dark Distortion
Dark sunshine rises,
Casting a shadow over our horizon.
Darkness is always there,
Lurking in every stare.
It chooses when to crash upon on,
It's humming sneaks up like a song thrush.
First mellow and calm,
Then battles for blood on it's palm.
I don't know why this shadow follows my every step,
But with every breathe,
I feel my mind being swept.
All I can feel is cold...
Distortion.....sadness......nothing. no path,
No sunshine, no direction to turn....
Left with no other choice but to force my...
Casting a shadow over our horizon.
Darkness is always there,
Lurking in every stare.
It chooses when to crash upon on,
It's humming sneaks up like a song thrush.
First mellow and calm,
Then battles for blood on it's palm.
I don't know why this shadow follows my every step,
But with every breathe,
I feel my mind being swept.
All I can feel is cold...
Distortion.....sadness......nothing. no path,
No sunshine, no direction to turn....
Left with no other choice but to force my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2015 1:34pm
7th Apr 2015 1:34pm
past bygones
Ghastly shadows draw closer...
With every sin that I think,
With every action that I blink,
The guilt always leaves a trail of stink..
I'm forced to fight myself free,
Turning back only to see...my past haunting me.
I try to forget...still my memories stay ahead by one step.
..`'Man¿Deyer`'.. ..
With every sin that I think,
With every action that I blink,
The guilt always leaves a trail of stink..
I'm forced to fight myself free,
Turning back only to see...my past haunting me.
I try to forget...still my memories stay ahead by one step.
..`'Man¿Deyer`'.. ..
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 10:51pm
4th Feb 2015 10:51pm
My Dreams Fulfilled By Princess Crystal
Fuck sake,
once again ive dabbled in the dark arts of maddam crystal.
Only the second day,
And already my soul trips and falls.
Her magic races through my heart,
Pumping heavier as I march.
When will I end this binge,
Its only the start and I begin to whinge.
Stomach clenches,
Face tenses and skin shakes on my weak bones with every stinging breathe that I take through my cut nose.
In my mouth a sudden drought,
Jaw clenches as my inner voice shout.
A love/hate relationship with this witch of sorrow,
Leaching my happiness...
once again ive dabbled in the dark arts of maddam crystal.
Only the second day,
And already my soul trips and falls.
Her magic races through my heart,
Pumping heavier as I march.
When will I end this binge,
Its only the start and I begin to whinge.
Stomach clenches,
Face tenses and skin shakes on my weak bones with every stinging breathe that I take through my cut nose.
In my mouth a sudden drought,
Jaw clenches as my inner voice shout.
A love/hate relationship with this witch of sorrow,
Leaching my happiness...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2015 11:51am
31st Jan 2015 11:51am
Questioning our free will
We call ourselves superior,
Yet we seek guidance?
Looking into life's interior,
We're writer's of our own book,
Yet we seek answers,
Praying someone can hear us.
We've never been free,
Forever tied back by a ruler,
Nothing but ants are we,
Awaiting our next command.
Slaves to our own questions,
What's when they're answered?
Nothing changes..we only get our fix, fueling us.
Each with our own purpose,
We have our free will, why not use it?
Every question answered is another dose, and every dose is a question...
Yet we seek guidance?
Looking into life's interior,
We're writer's of our own book,
Yet we seek answers,
Praying someone can hear us.
We've never been free,
Forever tied back by a ruler,
Nothing but ants are we,
Awaiting our next command.
Slaves to our own questions,
What's when they're answered?
Nothing changes..we only get our fix, fueling us.
Each with our own purpose,
We have our free will, why not use it?
Every question answered is another dose, and every dose is a question...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 10:30pm
27th Jan 2015 10:30pm
struggles in my head
I know I feel sinned,
My head a hollow tin,
mentaly on worlds rind,
Time is my only medicine.
Feeling tortured and in pain,
Actions and thoughts are stained,
Soul painted by this unwanted game,
Gripping life trying to stay sane.
My mind too rotten to remember,
Yet too tainted to forget my centre,
Please help me escape life's mentor...
My head a hollow tin,
mentaly on worlds rind,
Time is my only medicine.
Feeling tortured and in pain,
Actions and thoughts are stained,
Soul painted by this unwanted game,
Gripping life trying to stay sane.
My mind too rotten to remember,
Yet too tainted to forget my centre,
Please help me escape life's mentor...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 12:54pm
27th Jan 2015 12:54pm
The Fight To Regain Self Freedom
Led in bed not much to be said
except that I have a crooked nurse keeping me spoon fed on meds
in the belly of a dank hospital bed.
8 days no sleep,
one long journey praying defeat triggering a feirce paranoid burning.
My body feeling near death as my soul leaks out to rest,
a hollow carcass still withered and battered,
the drug eats from the inside like a meat platter.
On the left I watch as the morphine drips to keep me falling into the endless pits. Drained, strained and in pain,
I think back of what was gained....nothing but...
except that I have a crooked nurse keeping me spoon fed on meds
in the belly of a dank hospital bed.
8 days no sleep,
one long journey praying defeat triggering a feirce paranoid burning.
My body feeling near death as my soul leaks out to rest,
a hollow carcass still withered and battered,
the drug eats from the inside like a meat platter.
On the left I watch as the morphine drips to keep me falling into the endless pits. Drained, strained and in pain,
I think back of what was gained....nothing but...
993 reads
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