Submissions by Misfitpoet89
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Twisted Dreamer
I tip my hat to you, for I am the twisted dreamer you didn’t seek
But before you dismiss me, please give me a chance to speak
Lend me your ear as no other as I may spin you a tale of proportions epic
You may want to get comfortable, this will take more than a sec
If you so please let me set the stage of this wonderful tale
Of how we were so destined to meet and how so destined to fail
In what matters most and what become of our very ways
Of what once was, and is no longer, that of our glory days
But before you dismiss me, please give me a chance to speak
Lend me your ear as no other as I may spin you a tale of proportions epic
You may want to get comfortable, this will take more than a sec
If you so please let me set the stage of this wonderful tale
Of how we were so destined to meet and how so destined to fail
In what matters most and what become of our very ways
Of what once was, and is no longer, that of our glory days
#dreams
#historical
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Human Kindness
What does it take for an act of human kindness
Asking someone’s heart to be bigger and full of love for fellow man
To look upon the less fortunate and lend a helping hand
Not just keep walking by, still wondering why, they will not just pick themselves up
Wondering why, they can’t just get a job, ridden with addiction and vice in their cup
Being afraid of those who are ill, who seem too far gone In their minds
What does it take, just what does it take for a soul to be kind?
Asking someone’s heart to be bigger and full of love for fellow man
To look upon the less fortunate and lend a helping hand
Not just keep walking by, still wondering why, they will not just pick themselves up
Wondering why, they can’t just get a job, ridden with addiction and vice in their cup
Being afraid of those who are ill, who seem too far gone In their minds
What does it take, just what does it take for a soul to be kind?
#kindness
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My Love
I have never felt so loved as the way I do today
No matter what I do he always knows what to say
What to do and what’s on his mind may not always agree
But I cannot think of a better match then what my love is to me
There are days when I miss him so and he cannot be around
I find much joy in the times we share when are feet don’t touch the ground
Even if just sitting and taking in each other’s company
We do as we please and there is no need for any disharmony.
No matter what I do he always knows what to say
What to do and what’s on his mind may not always agree
But I cannot think of a better match then what my love is to me
There are days when I miss him so and he cannot be around
I find much joy in the times we share when are feet don’t touch the ground
Even if just sitting and taking in each other’s company
We do as we please and there is no need for any disharmony.
#love
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Lost Thinker
What am I even doing here
In this existence, with these words
Am I to shout it out maybe whisper
Just hoping to be heard
To share experience with the masses
To tell of places I have been
Help them see things I have seen
Oh but where do I begin
It seems to me my life’s a bore
And while I can’t complain
It seems too common and mediocre
Just to say I enjoy the rain
Or that I like to write when the mood strikes
Though my coworkers couldn’t care less
I raise my glass to an empty room
Not caring for when...
In this existence, with these words
Am I to shout it out maybe whisper
Just hoping to be heard
To share experience with the masses
To tell of places I have been
Help them see things I have seen
Oh but where do I begin
It seems to me my life’s a bore
And while I can’t complain
It seems too common and mediocre
Just to say I enjoy the rain
Or that I like to write when the mood strikes
Though my coworkers couldn’t care less
I raise my glass to an empty room
Not caring for when...
#myself
#FeelingLost
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Stand to Fight
Tear into my flesh like you know you want to
We’ve been on this battlefield many times before
The old bloodstains litter the ground at our feet
Here we lay too broken and battered to keep score
Tear into old wounds long scarred that run deep
Make them bleed fresh that crimson hue
They might have healed once but forever kept in mind
To those who have been through the battles the brave and few
Hoist up the colors that you hold deep inside
It’s time now to gather your strength and take ahold
Of those colors long since your birthright ...
We’ve been on this battlefield many times before
The old bloodstains litter the ground at our feet
Here we lay too broken and battered to keep score
Tear into old wounds long scarred that run deep
Make them bleed fresh that crimson hue
They might have healed once but forever kept in mind
To those who have been through the battles the brave and few
Hoist up the colors that you hold deep inside
It’s time now to gather your strength and take ahold
Of those colors long since your birthright ...
#conflict
#CallToAction
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I Hope You Enjoy The Show
I’m so tired of your bullshit and tired of your lies
I see you compromise your morals each and every time
And to what end? To spite me? Oh you’ve got to work harder
This war with you keeps going farther and farther
Its a war of attrition with neither side giving in
Well I can tell you I’m steadfast like iron my once friend
I will not bend and I will not begin to shake
My will will not falter and my patience will not break
Please continue with your high pitched laughing and vitriol
I’ll be the one holding my comments when you stumble and fall ...
I see you compromise your morals each and every time
And to what end? To spite me? Oh you’ve got to work harder
This war with you keeps going farther and farther
Its a war of attrition with neither side giving in
Well I can tell you I’m steadfast like iron my once friend
I will not bend and I will not begin to shake
My will will not falter and my patience will not break
Please continue with your high pitched laughing and vitriol
I’ll be the one holding my comments when you stumble and fall ...
#anger
#frustration
#disappointment
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Shed this skin
Let me shed this skin that I wear as my mask
Hiding from the truth so scared to look or ask
It’s not that easy to do think or say
It feels like the hardest and least trudged way
No clear cut path that leads to the end
No way to stay upright never to bend
When breaking down these walls I’ve long built
Demolishing them to bare ashes and silt
Exposing all the bareness that lay underneath
No not without clothes but feelings unsheathed
Perhaps finding common ground and much to talk about
Or just another soul rejection and could do without ...
Hiding from the truth so scared to look or ask
It’s not that easy to do think or say
It feels like the hardest and least trudged way
No clear cut path that leads to the end
No way to stay upright never to bend
When breaking down these walls I’ve long built
Demolishing them to bare ashes and silt
Exposing all the bareness that lay underneath
No not without clothes but feelings unsheathed
Perhaps finding common ground and much to talk about
Or just another soul rejection and could do without ...
#rebirth
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When The Light Fades
I hate when the light fades from their eyes
When even the brightest stars in the skies
Cannot recreate that shine, cannot replace that gleam
Or change that look that they want to cry and scream
When adulthood and stress overtake them just now
Watching as they begin a tired and dreary journey somehow
Oh I wish I could bring back the fires in their eyes that danced
Before they became jaded and gave life half a chance
But now I see them broken and lost ‘mongst those forever lost
They wanted to earn a better life but at what cost
They spent so...
When even the brightest stars in the skies
Cannot recreate that shine, cannot replace that gleam
Or change that look that they want to cry and scream
When adulthood and stress overtake them just now
Watching as they begin a tired and dreary journey somehow
Oh I wish I could bring back the fires in their eyes that danced
Before they became jaded and gave life half a chance
But now I see them broken and lost ‘mongst those forever lost
They wanted to earn a better life but at what cost
They spent so...
#anxiety
#depression
#hope
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The Growing Hopeful Fool
You spun your little web of lies from the very start it seems
They were so pervasive, invasive they infiltrated my dreams
Yet none could be done wrong in my widest awake of eyes
Making excuses all of the days through intuition’s cries
Learning, conniving, mapping out plans had you scurry forth
Falling for it hook, line and sinker, would never stand up in a court
Forgive my naïveté with all of the countless mistakes that I’ve made
For I was far too in love with love to realize just how I’d been played
Age has made me somewhat wiser, but still the...
They were so pervasive, invasive they infiltrated my dreams
Yet none could be done wrong in my widest awake of eyes
Making excuses all of the days through intuition’s cries
Learning, conniving, mapping out plans had you scurry forth
Falling for it hook, line and sinker, would never stand up in a court
Forgive my naïveté with all of the countless mistakes that I’ve made
For I was far too in love with love to realize just how I’d been played
Age has made me somewhat wiser, but still the...
#hope
#dark
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Never Again
You could hear a pin drop in the silence and stillness
Suffering nothing and yet wanting answers all the more
What was in your eyes, what were you laying bare in front of me
How could I ever live up to your expectations you set
You called me weak, you betrayed my trust, called me less than
Yet you expected me to cower at your feet and beg
Well beg no more and never again, never again
Suffering nothing and yet wanting answers all the more
What was in your eyes, what were you laying bare in front of me
How could I ever live up to your expectations you set
You called me weak, you betrayed my trust, called me less than
Yet you expected me to cower at your feet and beg
Well beg no more and never again, never again
#rebirth
#despair
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Crazy Little Thing Called...
Of all the wonders that fill our world
So many experiences so yet unfurled
With a life full of such love and wonder
Somehow so easily torn asunder
Hope lurking though ‘round every corner here
Yet a world that’s filled with such fear
There are those that we call brave
But cross that line, turns to depraved
Such a line between love and crazy
No doubt people live in fear and become lazy
You cannot get hurt again if you do not try
But you will not feel loved again until you reach for the sky
And for the stars within that sky that know no...
So many experiences so yet unfurled
With a life full of such love and wonder
Somehow so easily torn asunder
Hope lurking though ‘round every corner here
Yet a world that’s filled with such fear
There are those that we call brave
But cross that line, turns to depraved
Such a line between love and crazy
No doubt people live in fear and become lazy
You cannot get hurt again if you do not try
But you will not feel loved again until you reach for the sky
And for the stars within that sky that know no...
#happiness
#love
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Lock Me Up
Why does it seem like rhyming is such a crime
Well I guess if it is I’ll be doing some hard time
Lock me up and throw away the key
For I’ll keep it up even from my cell if it be
I’ve heard criticisms and I can’t comprehend
Why I have to justify or have to defend
That this is how my mind works when I sit down to scribe
While I don’t want to participate in some diatribe
It almost makes me feel less, like I’m not as good
That I’m not writing poetry as I ought to or should
Though at the same time my memory is so clear
That poetry has no...
Well I guess if it is I’ll be doing some hard time
Lock me up and throw away the key
For I’ll keep it up even from my cell if it be
I’ve heard criticisms and I can’t comprehend
Why I have to justify or have to defend
That this is how my mind works when I sit down to scribe
While I don’t want to participate in some diatribe
It almost makes me feel less, like I’m not as good
That I’m not writing poetry as I ought to or should
Though at the same time my memory is so clear
That poetry has no...
#confessional
#myself
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