Submissions by Mixed_withEarth (Nameless)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 9:17am
6th Jan 2015 9:17am
surviving or suffering
Feeling the loneliness
like a gun pressed to my head
let my hand betray me
nothing holds friendship with me
not a fire
nor its warmth
has kept my heart screaming
under its breath
I have been wandering
in a cultural graveyard
the hearts of the dead singing
It sounded so beautiful
cancer crept up
Stealing the voice
leaving the hearts cold
without song
Why am I still alone here?
Did I choose the wrong path
or did everyone else?
why does my heart still beat?
is it because it chose not to use its voice?...
like a gun pressed to my head
let my hand betray me
nothing holds friendship with me
not a fire
nor its warmth
has kept my heart screaming
under its breath
I have been wandering
in a cultural graveyard
the hearts of the dead singing
It sounded so beautiful
cancer crept up
Stealing the voice
leaving the hearts cold
without song
Why am I still alone here?
Did I choose the wrong path
or did everyone else?
why does my heart still beat?
is it because it chose not to use its voice?...
607 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 5:21am
30th Dec 2014 5:21am
True colors
There I was
standing alone
against the storm
With clouds pouring fire
Gazing into the inferno
drenched in gasoline
As I looked to my side
I saw the swords and shields of my brothers
laying abandoned
Cast aside
Like the love I offered them
standing alone
against the storm
With clouds pouring fire
Gazing into the inferno
drenched in gasoline
As I looked to my side
I saw the swords and shields of my brothers
laying abandoned
Cast aside
Like the love I offered them
624 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 2:37am
18th Dec 2014 2:37am
Hell Freezes Over
The sun departs
Its warm presence lost
The human race
attempts to embrace
a world without a god
The oceans
once endowed us all
with life
now frozen in time
giving nothing
but siberian misery
Its warm presence lost
The human race
attempts to embrace
a world without a god
The oceans
once endowed us all
with life
now frozen in time
giving nothing
but siberian misery
493 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Dec 2014 9:22am
14th Dec 2014 9:22am
fox stone
I am tired.
not the exhausted type,
but the kind that makes you sad.
overwhelming depression.
the kind that makes you lose hope.
im not entirely sure If I had hope to begin with.
what does hope feel like again?
I must have forgotten.
there has been a different feeling in the air these days.
am I the only one that feels it?
I mean, do you ever feel like becoming invisible
or just disappearing all together?
that mindset has been my only friend these days.
what if I pack tonight?
Could I really leave it all behind?
the comfort....
not the exhausted type,
but the kind that makes you sad.
overwhelming depression.
the kind that makes you lose hope.
im not entirely sure If I had hope to begin with.
what does hope feel like again?
I must have forgotten.
there has been a different feeling in the air these days.
am I the only one that feels it?
I mean, do you ever feel like becoming invisible
or just disappearing all together?
that mindset has been my only friend these days.
what if I pack tonight?
Could I really leave it all behind?
the comfort....
777 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2014 3:47am
6th Dec 2014 3:47am
Broken mirror
All my life
I have been told
I am smarter than this
I could go so far
I could reach the stars
I just lack the motivation
Maybe you are right!
Maybe I am blind!
Maybe I am just a waste of time!
Why am I the only one that feels my time is not wasted?
why am I content with smoking cigarettes all day and
watching the days roll by slowly on their way to work?
Maybe its because I know im made of flesh
maybe its because I hear the forest calling out my name
maybe its because I rather not waste my waste my whole life...
I have been told
I am smarter than this
I could go so far
I could reach the stars
I just lack the motivation
Maybe you are right!
Maybe I am blind!
Maybe I am just a waste of time!
Why am I the only one that feels my time is not wasted?
why am I content with smoking cigarettes all day and
watching the days roll by slowly on their way to work?
Maybe its because I know im made of flesh
maybe its because I hear the forest calling out my name
maybe its because I rather not waste my waste my whole life...
644 reads
5 Comments
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