Submissions by ManorMyth (Man_Or_Myth)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Letter From Me To You
With my heart crushed from the realization that the one I longed for and the one that has my heart is someone I can't have nor can never be with, leaves me in remorse for all the time spent together. As if I am waking from a dream to find out the life we shared, the stories we told and the dreams we planned for one another, were just figments of my imagination and that time and distance was my reality, that kept a love that felt so strong and so right from progressing towards a happy ending, instead of this sad beginning of life without you to brighten my day with your soothing voice filling...
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Memories
Passing memories, flowing through time.
Unravel your secrets, that left me so blind.
Reveal your truths and open my eyes.
To the lies I called memories, that have passed with time.
Unravel your secrets, that left me so blind.
Reveal your truths and open my eyes.
To the lies I called memories, that have passed with time.
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The Invasion
I haven't posted anything in a while, so I decided to share a story I was working on a few years back. It's not complete and it's probably full of errors and plot holes, but whatever. The concept of the story is that it's being told from three different point of views, that will converge into a whole at the around the ending of it. Please be aware, I'm not a writer, I just like to write, so criticism is ok, but don't go overboard. Hope you like and enjoy for the most part.
Hey, my name is James Meyers and the year was July 1989, when a race of humanoid aliens...
Hey, my name is James Meyers and the year was July 1989, when a race of humanoid aliens...
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Thoughts
Life is a series of mistakes, that builds into something more beautiful, but it's up to you to determine whether it's the life you want when a moment comes along or add it onto the pile of your mistakes and keep searching for some more meaningful.
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Bittersweet
Plagued by bittersweet words, that formed a trust, then budded into romances; yet, longed for more, filled our minds with regret towards us.
Believing those bittersweet words that rung in our hearts, made us forget about us and how this love came to start.
Wishing for the touch of your hands across my flesh, your gentle lips pressed against mine. We continued to believe those bittersweet words, would stand the test of time.
Pulling at the strings that sewn together our fates, those bittersweet words begin to twist and break.
Now broken and torn...
Believing those bittersweet words that rung in our hearts, made us forget about us and how this love came to start.
Wishing for the touch of your hands across my flesh, your gentle lips pressed against mine. We continued to believe those bittersweet words, would stand the test of time.
Pulling at the strings that sewn together our fates, those bittersweet words begin to twist and break.
Now broken and torn...
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My Thoughts
I sit and wonder if this life is meant for me. To go through the turmoil and suffer in silence about the things that happen around me. Just to share a false moment of joy and hope that this smile hides this crippling fear of not measuring up to this life that's placed upon me.
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Deep Sea
Falling into a deep sea of depression.
Raising my head up just enough to get a breath of relief, before getting weighed back down from the pressure of living a mundane life.
Having times where thoughts of just endings would seem fair, then struggling to float back to the top for that quick second of fresh air.
But, I fight for that air, because it not fair to those that care to end it now because I'm scared. Scared that this depression will spread and consume my very being and not let me float back to the beginning.
Raising my head up just enough to get a breath of relief, before getting weighed back down from the pressure of living a mundane life.
Having times where thoughts of just endings would seem fair, then struggling to float back to the top for that quick second of fresh air.
But, I fight for that air, because it not fair to those that care to end it now because I'm scared. Scared that this depression will spread and consume my very being and not let me float back to the beginning.
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Encased
Love encased in a picture frame.
But, will it reveal all the pain.
The pain from the unknown,
The pain of what use to be there but, now is gone.
Yes; gone, but never forgotten.
Yet still rotten to its core.
Because, the more I hear those three words, the less they are really heard.
In through one ear and out the other,
Flowing like the river of lies we told once another.
Filling each other up with BS about love and romance that's pretend.
Out of fear of being alone when your final day comes to a end. ...
But, will it reveal all the pain.
The pain from the unknown,
The pain of what use to be there but, now is gone.
Yes; gone, but never forgotten.
Yet still rotten to its core.
Because, the more I hear those three words, the less they are really heard.
In through one ear and out the other,
Flowing like the river of lies we told once another.
Filling each other up with BS about love and romance that's pretend.
Out of fear of being alone when your final day comes to a end. ...
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Just drunken thoughts
Don't play with my mind or my heart.
Play with anything else, but not those.
Because if you do, that's when the real war will start.
And I'm not taking any prisoners.
Play with anything else, but not those.
Because if you do, that's when the real war will start.
And I'm not taking any prisoners.
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What if...
What if I told her " I love you "?
Would she have embraced those three little words
Or dismissed them as things she have heard
Or feelings she just don't deserve?
What if I had said " that you will forever be mine "
Or that " a love like ours will last a lifetime "?
Would she have thought of it as another line
And that a love like that is impossible to find?
What if I told her " the feelings that I felt are real
and not in the moment of lust or cheap thrills"?
Would she have stayed just a little longer?...
Would she have embraced those three little words
Or dismissed them as things she have heard
Or feelings she just don't deserve?
What if I had said " that you will forever be mine "
Or that " a love like ours will last a lifetime "?
Would she have thought of it as another line
And that a love like that is impossible to find?
What if I told her " the feelings that I felt are real
and not in the moment of lust or cheap thrills"?
Would she have stayed just a little longer?...
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A Better LIfe
Sometimes, I wish things were never how there now existed.
So I can paint a new, better life with words that i scripted.
And toss away my sins, that followed me from the moment i could stand
or until the day my life meets it's end.
Or create a better existence,
where I make better decision.
Like bettering my education,
instead of just getting high and
letting the regret pile up into the sky.
But, these words probably means little to nothing to you,
at least not until my face starts to turn blue
and my body goes numb,
that's when the thoughts...
So I can paint a new, better life with words that i scripted.
And toss away my sins, that followed me from the moment i could stand
or until the day my life meets it's end.
Or create a better existence,
where I make better decision.
Like bettering my education,
instead of just getting high and
letting the regret pile up into the sky.
But, these words probably means little to nothing to you,
at least not until my face starts to turn blue
and my body goes numb,
that's when the thoughts...
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A Change Is Coming
Here I am again, pen in hand.
Telling lies about the struggles and rough lives,
Cut wrists and hard times,
That I never really dealt with,
During my time growing up.
Just making stories up,
To facilitate my need to relate and assimilate,
Into the masses that do nothing but sit and let life pass us...
By and wonder why...everything around us is fucked up.
Wondering why our lives have no luck.
When all I have to do is get up...
Off our ass and create the new masses.
That's not all about looks,
But books and classes, ...
Telling lies about the struggles and rough lives,
Cut wrists and hard times,
That I never really dealt with,
During my time growing up.
Just making stories up,
To facilitate my need to relate and assimilate,
Into the masses that do nothing but sit and let life pass us...
By and wonder why...everything around us is fucked up.
Wondering why our lives have no luck.
When all I have to do is get up...
Off our ass and create the new masses.
That's not all about looks,
But books and classes, ...
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