Submissions by Monkeymaham2
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Sep 2020 4:52am
28th Sep 2020 4:52am
IT
I did not see It, until I was too late. That which I don't want to hear nor say out loud, It. It carries a heavy burden that weighs down on my shoulders. It is Leveled but just barely reaching a threshold that could crumble my bones beneath the weight.
I fear to even think of it, the thought of such a thing. To think of It is torture. To produce It a reason sends physical pain down my spine. To admit my guilt, my hairs stand on end. It breaks my heart into a million pieces. The It I am avoiding...is Truth.
A Truth, my truth, a dirty secret that came out loud, escaped my...
I fear to even think of it, the thought of such a thing. To think of It is torture. To produce It a reason sends physical pain down my spine. To admit my guilt, my hairs stand on end. It breaks my heart into a million pieces. The It I am avoiding...is Truth.
A Truth, my truth, a dirty secret that came out loud, escaped my...
#anxiety
#love
#honesty
350 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2020 9:26am
23rd Aug 2020 9:26am
Swoon
I spend my life living a lie. I pretend to be happy. Fake it til you make it. The sentence stuck in action. Repeating
I count on my hand the people know of my worst struggles. These are my burdens carried. The weight of worlds.
My past is so dark even the reaper stops to swoon over the details of such horrors. These are what nightmares are made of.
I count on my hand the people know of my worst struggles. These are my burdens carried. The weight of worlds.
My past is so dark even the reaper stops to swoon over the details of such horrors. These are what nightmares are made of.
#lies
595 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2020 9:18am
23rd Aug 2020 9:18am
What If
We uphold a standard to the question What If. It's hypothetical points hold endless dimensions. Each outcome is the happy ending promised to each of us by Walt Disney himself. Lies. So many lies. We stand here and believe them...
I dare scoop as low as the bar set to me by society. That What If is full of hope, isn't this what hope is for? No. Not for the wicked, the betrayers. Those who damaged themselves and the hearts of others at a goal unknown to even themselves, happiness. Lies. So many lies.
We are given happiness but we want so much more. A freedom of thought...
I dare scoop as low as the bar set to me by society. That What If is full of hope, isn't this what hope is for? No. Not for the wicked, the betrayers. Those who damaged themselves and the hearts of others at a goal unknown to even themselves, happiness. Lies. So many lies.
We are given happiness but we want so much more. A freedom of thought...
#hope
778 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 10:14pm
16th Aug 2020 10:14pm
Mother
We are past the point of fixing and healing our mother.
Her oceans smell of rot as each life lost is cast ashore
Even with seeds, her dirt poisoned & unable to support life as it had
Our music, phones, life, they keep us from seeing what is.
The selfish hoards of humans scour the face of this...place we call 'home'.
With each day we live, our Earth kills us off, one by one
Every event, each earthquake, each storm that passes through.
Mother is scolding her Children for being so thoughtless...
Her oceans smell of rot as each life lost is cast ashore
Even with seeds, her dirt poisoned & unable to support life as it had
Our music, phones, life, they keep us from seeing what is.
The selfish hoards of humans scour the face of this...place we call 'home'.
With each day we live, our Earth kills us off, one by one
Every event, each earthquake, each storm that passes through.
Mother is scolding her Children for being so thoughtless...
#earth
#environment
380 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 9:24pm
16th Aug 2020 9:24pm
Heart Transplant
There is no reason for you to be pushed away
Such is of a pure heart, Golden and polished
You let me in for a day, I destroyed in hours
The unforgettable, the regrettable, I am pain
An unpredictable hurricane, strong with power
I will let you in now, to cut my chest open
My blackened damaged heart is beating still
In a box wrapped with promises of forever
Set upon your chest with thread and needle
Cutting open your own chest, the gold gleams
The darkness may spread out but the gold will too
Sew us as one so that we may enjoy it together ...
Such is of a pure heart, Golden and polished
You let me in for a day, I destroyed in hours
The unforgettable, the regrettable, I am pain
An unpredictable hurricane, strong with power
I will let you in now, to cut my chest open
My blackened damaged heart is beating still
In a box wrapped with promises of forever
Set upon your chest with thread and needle
Cutting open your own chest, the gold gleams
The darkness may spread out but the gold will too
Sew us as one so that we may enjoy it together ...
#love
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
549 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2019 7:33am
18th Sep 2019 7:33am
Day Dreamed of Love
If love were to truly grace me once again, I'd snatch it by the chance and run like hell was coming for me.
Id not turn back for the excitement of living once more is exactly what Ive dared to dream so desperately.
The act of living selflessly for another in exchange for little moments and words like promises wind whispered.
Holding the hand of the one Id call mine for years to come, maybe forever, as if Disney had truth.
Outstretched arms and a leg draped over as if a human were literally a physical pillow to squish.
Laughing until cried tears of joy, my belly aching...
Id not turn back for the excitement of living once more is exactly what Ive dared to dream so desperately.
The act of living selflessly for another in exchange for little moments and words like promises wind whispered.
Holding the hand of the one Id call mine for years to come, maybe forever, as if Disney had truth.
Outstretched arms and a leg draped over as if a human were literally a physical pillow to squish.
Laughing until cried tears of joy, my belly aching...
#love
470 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2019 00:02am
1st Apr 2019 00:02am
Home
The days are running together as if life wasn't happening at all.
It is one large work day. To visit an apartment once a day to recharge.
Back to work, bitter, this is home now. To reside in the daylight.
As humans come to be served, indulge in fatty nom nom time.
Everything happens around this little store but nothing from inside.
Fake happy tones over speakers, customer service is to match.
All are worried about the lives of others but never themselves.
Acceptance when told times to eat, sleep or piss. Lost emotions.
Wishing to be let go but never...
It is one large work day. To visit an apartment once a day to recharge.
Back to work, bitter, this is home now. To reside in the daylight.
As humans come to be served, indulge in fatty nom nom time.
Everything happens around this little store but nothing from inside.
Fake happy tones over speakers, customer service is to match.
All are worried about the lives of others but never themselves.
Acceptance when told times to eat, sleep or piss. Lost emotions.
Wishing to be let go but never...
#depression
372 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2018 3:36am
8th Sep 2018 3:36am
Nightmare after Joy
Its so damn hard to fight this enternal battle.
To know one isn't alone but to still feel like its the only truth that has ever come to light.
It doesn't matter whether its to go threw the even the greatest of joys and happiness.
To still come home so depressed that to function isn't possible, or even sleep at times.
The worst nightmares are always following some of the most joyous of times.
Being so unsure of how normal people function with these types of understandings.
It hurts deeply at times, to think of the pain this has caused, and those affected by...
To know one isn't alone but to still feel like its the only truth that has ever come to light.
It doesn't matter whether its to go threw the even the greatest of joys and happiness.
To still come home so depressed that to function isn't possible, or even sleep at times.
The worst nightmares are always following some of the most joyous of times.
Being so unsure of how normal people function with these types of understandings.
It hurts deeply at times, to think of the pain this has caused, and those affected by...
#sadness
#depression
#MentalHealth #emptiness
#MentalHealth #emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2018 5:52am
4th Sep 2018 5:52am
Repeat
So careful I work and weave
My fingers, though large, are nimble
The time, the effort, the stress
Moments I've cried but continued
I gave up, stopped, started again
The moment I finish is relief
I whisper Finally It's come together
I stand back to look at my creation
So careful I had been, intricate
The wind blows behind me gently
Such quick movement, commotion
Sounds of glass, shattering, breaks
The life I've tried and worked for
Here crashing down...
My fingers, though large, are nimble
The time, the effort, the stress
Moments I've cried but continued
I gave up, stopped, started again
The moment I finish is relief
I whisper Finally It's come together
I stand back to look at my creation
So careful I had been, intricate
The wind blows behind me gently
Such quick movement, commotion
Sounds of glass, shattering, breaks
The life I've tried and worked for
Here crashing down...
#frustration
#SelfReflection
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
392 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2018 9:15pm
10th Aug 2018 9:15pm
Farewell Mista J....
I am here today to pay tribute to the loss of a friend that once graced my life.
I just want everyone to know that he was loved and will be missed. Utter perfection.
Men like that aren't made anymore. He broke the mold so none could follow in his path.
His foot steps are his to be seen and experienced, like when I crossed them.
If you do, you will never forget his name or his heart, so unique and open.
If I had regrets, I'd say it would have been to have have kept my mouth shut.
There are certain things in this world that never should be said until ready. ...
I just want everyone to know that he was loved and will be missed. Utter perfection.
Men like that aren't made anymore. He broke the mold so none could follow in his path.
His foot steps are his to be seen and experienced, like when I crossed them.
If you do, you will never forget his name or his heart, so unique and open.
If I had regrets, I'd say it would have been to have have kept my mouth shut.
There are certain things in this world that never should be said until ready. ...
#sadness
#grief
#BestFriend
#heartbroken
#emotional
550 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2018 9:15pm
2nd Aug 2018 9:15pm
Sad Humans
I'm tired. I'm tired of thinking. Breathing. Existing.
They always say no one asked to be born in this world.
The truth can't be more real than that. It's Savage really.
Take comfort that consistency comes in form of disappointment.
If its anything you can rely on in this world, it would be failure.
Life doesn't cut it anymore. We live for misery, don't we?
Humans as a race self destruct. Its Finding Joy in chaos.
It's really not any more clear than that but we are naive.
If we cannot hurt ourselves, we hurt others, at any cost.
I'm not proud of...
They always say no one asked to be born in this world.
The truth can't be more real than that. It's Savage really.
Take comfort that consistency comes in form of disappointment.
If its anything you can rely on in this world, it would be failure.
Life doesn't cut it anymore. We live for misery, don't we?
Humans as a race self destruct. Its Finding Joy in chaos.
It's really not any more clear than that but we are naive.
If we cannot hurt ourselves, we hurt others, at any cost.
I'm not proud of...
#earth
#humankind
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1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jul 2018 1:29am
31st Jul 2018 1:29am
You Can Be Pretty
You just sit there on the other side of the table, gritting your teeth
I can’t stand the sound you make, it makes me so angry
You hit the table, beat your head on the fridge for effect
I can provide you with no emotions to such actions asshole
Yes that’s what you are, a fucking asshole. A bitch.
You know I sit here and smile at the image of you in pain.
First I’d sit you here and let you eat a bowl of prune pudding
I’d mix some Mirilax for effect. Make it interesting and wild.
My dreams includes nailing your hands to the table
Flaying...
I can’t stand the sound you make, it makes me so angry
You hit the table, beat your head on the fridge for effect
I can provide you with no emotions to such actions asshole
Yes that’s what you are, a fucking asshole. A bitch.
You know I sit here and smile at the image of you in pain.
First I’d sit you here and let you eat a bowl of prune pudding
I’d mix some Mirilax for effect. Make it interesting and wild.
My dreams includes nailing your hands to the table
Flaying...
#dark
#death
#evil
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