Submissions by MichaelMorgue (Chris Addict)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Blackened Melodic Hardcore/Post-hardcore/Emo lyrics, poems, stories, and ranblings from another worthless junkie boy. 28, with scarred wrists, dying eyes, bad decisions, and on heroin. The Darker Side of Daydreaming.
SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2017 9:21am
16th Oct 2017 9:21am
I am.
I am tired. I am worn. I am drained.
I am here. I am alive. I am surviving.
I am tired.
I am here. I am alive. I am surviving.
I am tired.
#LifeStruggles
#despair
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2017 3:21am
22nd Jun 2017 3:21am
I want you dead, but i hope you're not
hey, man, i miss you
no, not the new you
i miss the kid that i knew back in high-school
before we got addicted to all the drugs that would change you
into something even you can't stand
I tried to reach out to you
because i saw that you were drowning
and nobody seemed to care
and i'd been there too many times, so id be damned if i watched my brother sruggle and die
but what I saw as offering a second chance
you saw as opportunity to relive the past
and you grabbed my arm
so warm at first
and with a smile you pulled...
no, not the new you
i miss the kid that i knew back in high-school
before we got addicted to all the drugs that would change you
into something even you can't stand
I tried to reach out to you
because i saw that you were drowning
and nobody seemed to care
and i'd been there too many times, so id be damned if i watched my brother sruggle and die
but what I saw as offering a second chance
you saw as opportunity to relive the past
and you grabbed my arm
so warm at first
and with a smile you pulled...
1280 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2017 1:58am
15th Jun 2017 1:58am
Jump ship
No man wants to be alone on a sinking ship
so we drag other down with us
and they believe theyre saving us
but all we fucking want is just one more hit
before we give it up for good this time
i swear i'm off the shit this time
but the look in my eyes tells you that i'm lying
because i know i'm better off alone
don't bother talking to me, nobody is home
to answer the call or the knock at the door
just a body in a heap facedown on the floor
vacant except for shallow breathing
so we drag other down with us
and they believe theyre saving us
but all we fucking want is just one more hit
before we give it up for good this time
i swear i'm off the shit this time
but the look in my eyes tells you that i'm lying
because i know i'm better off alone
don't bother talking to me, nobody is home
to answer the call or the knock at the door
just a body in a heap facedown on the floor
vacant except for shallow breathing
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2017 9:46pm
25th Mar 2017 9:46pm
American't
The banks are broke
Our leaders; the thieves
Always a trick to hide up their sleeves
Our people divided
No longer strong
pass by the homeless and hurry along
nobody helps
nobody cares
lost in a dream that's been dead for years
war is the goal
instead of education
and oil is the only way to unite the nation
fires burn bright
in the eyes of the youth
lost little flames searching for embers of truth
soon to snuff out
soon to be gone
our leaders have let it run unchecked for too long
in god...
Our leaders; the thieves
Always a trick to hide up their sleeves
Our people divided
No longer strong
pass by the homeless and hurry along
nobody helps
nobody cares
lost in a dream that's been dead for years
war is the goal
instead of education
and oil is the only way to unite the nation
fires burn bright
in the eyes of the youth
lost little flames searching for embers of truth
soon to snuff out
soon to be gone
our leaders have let it run unchecked for too long
in god...
1060 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 11:20pm
18th Mar 2017 11:20pm
Not a Part of me
i don't kiss the girls at parties
because the bottle has a better shape
and with the way that i look
it's okay cuz they'd ignore me anyway
sit in the corner in my own little cloud
god damnit i must make my family proud
don't sit with me it's for myself and i
you aren't part of the in crowd
cough out the smoke of my fifth fuckin cigarette
hit the bowl and pass it away
so nobody fuckin sits next to me
so i don't have to talk
so i don't have to care
so nobody else can become aware
that i'm not fucking part of me ...
because the bottle has a better shape
and with the way that i look
it's okay cuz they'd ignore me anyway
sit in the corner in my own little cloud
god damnit i must make my family proud
don't sit with me it's for myself and i
you aren't part of the in crowd
cough out the smoke of my fifth fuckin cigarette
hit the bowl and pass it away
so nobody fuckin sits next to me
so i don't have to talk
so i don't have to care
so nobody else can become aware
that i'm not fucking part of me ...
798 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2017 00:17am
17th Mar 2017 00:17am
fake it
i talk to myself when im all alone
these walls are my friends
this madness, my home
my friends think i'm sick but i think i'm good
i going to end my life
but i dont know if i should
because the drugs never work and they strip away my feelings
but at least my heart's still beating
and even with a gun to my head i'd tell you that i'm fine
because i can fake it in another line
sometimes when i'm alone
i like to play a game
i hold myself underwater
for what feels like fuking days
i get close enough to taste it
but always...
these walls are my friends
this madness, my home
my friends think i'm sick but i think i'm good
i going to end my life
but i dont know if i should
because the drugs never work and they strip away my feelings
but at least my heart's still beating
and even with a gun to my head i'd tell you that i'm fine
because i can fake it in another line
sometimes when i'm alone
i like to play a game
i hold myself underwater
for what feels like fuking days
i get close enough to taste it
but always...
940 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 10:32am
5th Mar 2017 10:32am
f**k it, I'm Numb
I will never get better but I've learned how to deal
Sucking down coffee and vodka to feel
Got off most the drugs and put down the knives
But something keeps telling me to end my fucking life
I'm okay in the sadness I'll make it i swear
but lately my default is "I don't fucking care"
about my life or my job I wont shoot for the stars
I'll just shoot at the mirror instead of my arm
I ride rails all night long till the pills wear off
It's not fucking healthy but I don't want to stop
Sometimes i can hear myself in the back...
Sucking down coffee and vodka to feel
Got off most the drugs and put down the knives
But something keeps telling me to end my fucking life
I'm okay in the sadness I'll make it i swear
but lately my default is "I don't fucking care"
about my life or my job I wont shoot for the stars
I'll just shoot at the mirror instead of my arm
I ride rails all night long till the pills wear off
It's not fucking healthy but I don't want to stop
Sometimes i can hear myself in the back...
1081 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2017 3:40am
24th Feb 2017 3:40am
don't steal me
don't steal my look because you'll only get your ass kicked
by some jarhead in a bar
don't steal my ride because it will drain your fuckin wallet
you wont drive very far
then you deal with me and my look and my friends steal toed boots
when we catch you
with patched out pants and denim jackets we are always looking for a fight
it might as well be you tonight
might as well be you tonight...
don't steal my life because I refuse to watch you struggle like I do
my life will beat you black and blue
don't steal my drugs...
by some jarhead in a bar
don't steal my ride because it will drain your fuckin wallet
you wont drive very far
then you deal with me and my look and my friends steal toed boots
when we catch you
with patched out pants and denim jackets we are always looking for a fight
it might as well be you tonight
might as well be you tonight...
don't steal my life because I refuse to watch you struggle like I do
my life will beat you black and blue
don't steal my drugs...
755 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2017 11:40am
20th Feb 2017 11:40am
living so f**king oscar wild
So i'll live the poems that I cannot write, while you stay at home writing my life. I'll smash every window, i'll burn every bridge, and probably end up somewhere dead in a ditch, but i'll have lived.
drunk, high, and lonely i'll say my goodbye, light one more cigarette and scream at the sky, kiss the bottle and throw it away like my life
I'll live the movie that you all want to see, while you wait for it to show up on DvD. i'll tear open scars to get at my heart, we all know well i'm not going too far, just off of this bridge.
drunk high and lonely i'll say...
drunk, high, and lonely i'll say my goodbye, light one more cigarette and scream at the sky, kiss the bottle and throw it away like my life
I'll live the movie that you all want to see, while you wait for it to show up on DvD. i'll tear open scars to get at my heart, we all know well i'm not going too far, just off of this bridge.
drunk high and lonely i'll say...
719 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Feb 2017 9:17am
4th Feb 2017 9:17am
22 isn't all that new (to the world)
I'M 22!
When will I be old enough to make my own mistakes?
When will you let me cut a trail in my own fucking way?
If I'm still a child then why do you desire me to work til my grave?
I've inhaled the smoke of industrial fire
for so fucking long it's to what I aspire
What the fuck is the purpose of doing well in life
when all my fucking money I scrape to acquire
just funds another war that none of us desire
with hitler in the office and stalin in command
i fear what will become of our bleeding fucking land
how can we fucking...
When will I be old enough to make my own mistakes?
When will you let me cut a trail in my own fucking way?
If I'm still a child then why do you desire me to work til my grave?
I've inhaled the smoke of industrial fire
for so fucking long it's to what I aspire
What the fuck is the purpose of doing well in life
when all my fucking money I scrape to acquire
just funds another war that none of us desire
with hitler in the office and stalin in command
i fear what will become of our bleeding fucking land
how can we fucking...
682 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2017 11:31am
1st Feb 2017 11:31am
A Terror Old
That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching."
For you we brave the bitter cold
For you our dead hearts pound
For you we put a strangle hold
on your silent sleeping town
As silent as the snow we make our play
Here you were born, here you will stay
We creep around you where you lay
and drain your veins without a sound
Clothed black with pale face
We watch you cattle as you graze
We cannot help but love the pain
as the terror in your blood is found
We'll bleed the whole town fucking dry
Feel...
For you we brave the bitter cold
For you our dead hearts pound
For you we put a strangle hold
on your silent sleeping town
As silent as the snow we make our play
Here you were born, here you will stay
We creep around you where you lay
and drain your veins without a sound
Clothed black with pale face
We watch you cattle as you graze
We cannot help but love the pain
as the terror in your blood is found
We'll bleed the whole town fucking dry
Feel...
686 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jan 2017 8:55am
27th Jan 2017 8:55am
Enlightenment
I'm supposed to be going back on the meds
or... med, as it turns out
i said i felt a storm in me
it's their job to stamp it out
i've no idea if i'll comply
it's been so long without them
i don't like myself brain fried...
but perhaps what they say is true
that you can't do it on your own
at least not long...
but..
If that's true, then why have i made it six year?
six fucking years without aid.
without therapy, counseling, medication
how did I get myself off meth
off cocaine, off heroin? ...
or... med, as it turns out
i said i felt a storm in me
it's their job to stamp it out
i've no idea if i'll comply
it's been so long without them
i don't like myself brain fried...
but perhaps what they say is true
that you can't do it on your own
at least not long...
but..
If that's true, then why have i made it six year?
six fucking years without aid.
without therapy, counseling, medication
how did I get myself off meth
off cocaine, off heroin? ...
#addiction
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6 Comments
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