Submissions by MisanthropicShynes (MisanthropicShyness)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing poems for a while but I was nervous about sharing them. I felt that people would judge me for the explicit content. However I feel that this is a place I can be free to express myself.
Fewest Friends
Why is it always the nicest people who have the fewest friends?
Why do nice people suffer loneliness while the cruel have so many friends?
Some people don't seem to want their friends to be nice to them.
Do they think that nice people are secretly trying to get something from them?
After all, we live in a very suspicious and judgemental society.
Even when nice people do make friends, are they being themselves or just putting on an act?
Don't they have enough social experience?
Is being nice not enough?
There is a social pecking...
Why do nice people suffer loneliness while the cruel have so many friends?
Some people don't seem to want their friends to be nice to them.
Do they think that nice people are secretly trying to get something from them?
After all, we live in a very suspicious and judgemental society.
Even when nice people do make friends, are they being themselves or just putting on an act?
Don't they have enough social experience?
Is being nice not enough?
There is a social pecking...
#friendship
717 reads
6 Comments
Closing My Eyes With Blood
Here I lie again lost in darkness.
Walls around me leering with cold.
I lie here trapped in a cycle of tension.
I spiral into the center.
Sheets wrapped around me like bandages.
Turning jumping spasms of the night.
A cylinder in black hearing a subversion.
An outward force hammering from the inside.
Fabric of the strains my only comfort.
Pulling running through the insides like chains.
A fine movement which goes nowhere.
An endless flow of dense matter pushes out.
I've been up all night closing my eyes with blood.
...
Walls around me leering with cold.
I lie here trapped in a cycle of tension.
I spiral into the center.
Sheets wrapped around me like bandages.
Turning jumping spasms of the night.
A cylinder in black hearing a subversion.
An outward force hammering from the inside.
Fabric of the strains my only comfort.
Pulling running through the insides like chains.
A fine movement which goes nowhere.
An endless flow of dense matter pushes out.
I've been up all night closing my eyes with blood.
...
#dark
943 reads
10 Comments
Time Path
There's a shadow down the barred path.
I can't reach him but I wish I could tell him the truth.
If only I could inform him of the way to victory.
I have a strong vision of all the pain.
Figures who provide grief and deception.
I wish I could cross through time to send knowledge back.
I could have done so much so differently.
All the mistakes due to blind progression.
So much anger and misery at what could have been so different.
The gone from the past didn't know how to respond.
I'm full of fantasies about how things could have been different....
I can't reach him but I wish I could tell him the truth.
If only I could inform him of the way to victory.
I have a strong vision of all the pain.
Figures who provide grief and deception.
I wish I could cross through time to send knowledge back.
I could have done so much so differently.
All the mistakes due to blind progression.
So much anger and misery at what could have been so different.
The gone from the past didn't know how to respond.
I'm full of fantasies about how things could have been different....
#hate
#dark
765 reads
13 Comments
Way Out Together
766 reads
11 Comments
Euthanasia
915 reads
4 Comments
Black Elixer
806 reads
4 Comments
Lick Out
954 reads
3 Comments
Autism Stimming
I walk through the street flapping my hands.
I sit at a bus shelter rocking back and forth.
My arms sway of their own free will.
My legs move around and sway me.
I bounce happily from side to side.
People stop and stare but I don't care.
Why do you look so shocked?
It won't hurt you will it?
You should try it, it's relaxing.
I sit at a bus shelter rocking back and forth.
My arms sway of their own free will.
My legs move around and sway me.
I bounce happily from side to side.
People stop and stare but I don't care.
Why do you look so shocked?
It won't hurt you will it?
You should try it, it's relaxing.
#Autism
971 reads
8 Comments
Urban Agglomeration of Hunger
Within an infested pit of the weak.
Blind swarms hunt down the isolated.
Hunger is rife but there is not enough food.
The bound together prey on the most feeble.
Running is painful and there is no further shelter.
To try to run, made to run barefoot across razor wire.
As the wire cuts their feet, dirt infects the wounds.
They have to crawl, scraping and slicing open their knees.
They try to pull away sharp edges, their hands bleeding.
How do they manage to drag themselves across painful ground?
No one to help them, manipulation and predators...
Blind swarms hunt down the isolated.
Hunger is rife but there is not enough food.
The bound together prey on the most feeble.
Running is painful and there is no further shelter.
To try to run, made to run barefoot across razor wire.
As the wire cuts their feet, dirt infects the wounds.
They have to crawl, scraping and slicing open their knees.
They try to pull away sharp edges, their hands bleeding.
How do they manage to drag themselves across painful ground?
No one to help them, manipulation and predators...
#PopCulture
592 reads
5 Comments
Tactile Sensitivity
Why should I have to put up with your filthy invasive hands?
I didn't invite you to touch me.
It's not my fault it triggers so much discomfort.
You sick twisted fuck, harassing me with your touch.
Trying to be friendly is not an excuse.
How would you know what I find friendly? You barely know me.
If you wanted to be friendly you'd ask first.
You call me weird for moving away from you.
You're weird for being so closed minded.
How many more will you upset with your arrogant tactile behavior?
Keep your body to yourself, I don't want it.
So...
I didn't invite you to touch me.
It's not my fault it triggers so much discomfort.
You sick twisted fuck, harassing me with your touch.
Trying to be friendly is not an excuse.
How would you know what I find friendly? You barely know me.
If you wanted to be friendly you'd ask first.
You call me weird for moving away from you.
You're weird for being so closed minded.
How many more will you upset with your arrogant tactile behavior?
Keep your body to yourself, I don't want it.
So...
#PopCulture
586 reads
8 Comments
Undead Friend
887 reads
13 Comments
f**k Off House Mates
850 reads
12 Comments
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