Submissions by Monkeymaham2
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2018 9:22pm
30th Jul 2018 9:22pm
DID
The voices in my head say yes to the unspoken words with in my mind.
I hear their calls to be heard and yearn to be understood, at times so strong.
It’s a curious feeling to have, when you know longer know who’s who.
Living with dissociative identity disorder can be so hard at times, frustrating.
As of late, it’s as if we’ve been melting into a new person all together.
Her name is One and mine is the Other, the differences couldn’t be more clear between us.
My feelings, oops, our feelings are close to being one in the same now.
The battle I face now is...
I hear their calls to be heard and yearn to be understood, at times so strong.
It’s a curious feeling to have, when you know longer know who’s who.
Living with dissociative identity disorder can be so hard at times, frustrating.
As of late, it’s as if we’ve been melting into a new person all together.
Her name is One and mine is the Other, the differences couldn’t be more clear between us.
My feelings, oops, our feelings are close to being one in the same now.
The battle I face now is...
#MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2018 00:42am
2nd Mar 2018 00:42am
Heavy Cost
The voices so dark, the light so far away. I can't hear anything else over them. No matter how I try, escape comes at a heavy cost.
“Your life is rotting. Pick up the tools of death. Three times a try, and success you had. But death is a tricky thing. Three times denied.”
“End it, life will keep me talking. You’ve never been worth it. My voice is in your hands, our hands. The Fourth will work, I promise...”
Should I give in to the spoken words of the evil...
“Your life is rotting. Pick up the tools of death. Three times a try, and success you had. But death is a tricky thing. Three times denied.”
“End it, life will keep me talking. You’ve never been worth it. My voice is in your hands, our hands. The Fourth will work, I promise...”
Should I give in to the spoken words of the evil...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2017 10:01am
11th Oct 2017 10:01am
Nothing is Ever Good Enough
As rain falls softly with a warm wind, my thoughts are intrusive. I am to be thankful for this night, a moment of love touches my heart.
I see the light and comfort in this darkness. My skin tingles with excitement of the sensation of the water, nothing is better.
I live for these nights. Excitement hits my belly, making me warm and cozy. I feel fresh and new. The best I’ve felt in days.
As quickly as the feelings came, the wind turns cold. The warmth leaves my body slowly. A disappointment rises in my heart.
It never stays here. Love and...
I see the light and comfort in this darkness. My skin tingles with excitement of the sensation of the water, nothing is better.
I live for these nights. Excitement hits my belly, making me warm and cozy. I feel fresh and new. The best I’ve felt in days.
As quickly as the feelings came, the wind turns cold. The warmth leaves my body slowly. A disappointment rises in my heart.
It never stays here. Love and...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#rain #LifeAsAWriter
#rain #LifeAsAWriter
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Oct 2017 2:17am
1st Oct 2017 2:17am
Short & Sweet
Kill me softly...or bluntly...How ever you want me...
A knife will do the trick. Maybe a gun? What will you pick?
Daily, I ask to die, I cry, I lie, 'The feeling will pass me by'...
Death is too easy. I live daily, by my phrase. Living somehow pays...
A knife will do the trick. Maybe a gun? What will you pick?
Daily, I ask to die, I cry, I lie, 'The feeling will pass me by'...
Death is too easy. I live daily, by my phrase. Living somehow pays...
#PopCulture
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2017 00:36am
1st Oct 2017 00:36am
END OF A PIMP
#depression
#abuse
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Sep 2017 6:03pm
30th Sep 2017 6:03pm
Embrace
Enveloped by your grace at the end of each day. I feel blessed to know you understand my pain.
You raped me of my shine and glow. My body left naked and bare, exposed.
Somehow I still find comfort in you. I embrace your arms and out reach, dear darkness. I've lived my life for nothing but you.
You raped me of my shine and glow. My body left naked and bare, exposed.
Somehow I still find comfort in you. I embrace your arms and out reach, dear darkness. I've lived my life for nothing but you.
#anger
#hate
#dark
#frustration
#disappointment
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Sep 2017 2:28pm
30th Sep 2017 2:28pm
Static
I am a static you hear when you fall asleep
That sound that makes your ears ring when you think of me
I do this to people, you fall so hard that you can't breath
The moment you have me, you'll use, discard and leave
But when you go to bed, there will be this ringing so deep...
Of my static in your ears, You want me, the thing you can't keep...
That sound that makes your ears ring when you think of me
I do this to people, you fall so hard that you can't breath
The moment you have me, you'll use, discard and leave
But when you go to bed, there will be this ringing so deep...
Of my static in your ears, You want me, the thing you can't keep...
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2017 2:15am
23rd Sep 2017 2:15am
She Warned You
Her words came clear and crisp from God-like lips, "I am crazy, are you ready for that?" Meaning these words to the fullest extent, she looked on serious, picking her fingers while waiting for an answer. "Of course", he replied and lightly laughed it off.
As years go by they love and cherish. They blossom like a hot sun expanding beyond its solar systems reach. Each day the words are said, "I love you." Each day there is meaning.
Slowly he begins to see the cracks within her. One by one he starts peeling back in disgust a piece of the layers, half out of curiosity,...
As years go by they love and cherish. They blossom like a hot sun expanding beyond its solar systems reach. Each day the words are said, "I love you." Each day there is meaning.
Slowly he begins to see the cracks within her. One by one he starts peeling back in disgust a piece of the layers, half out of curiosity,...
#lover
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