Submissions by Nil (Nolan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
Today 4:44am
Today 4:44am
Wading Pool White Picket Fence.
I've given up on.
Love.
Everyone's the same.
And, I don't know where to
meet anyone.
Least alone someone.
I would
like.
Smart women who like art.
Bad poetry.
Good fashion sense.
Won't
go for.
Holy renunciates like me.
Trance states and hallucinogens.
Metaphorical symbolic mythology and ranting.
About God and a malplaced accident.
And, baby, I don't like basic bitches.
Unless I'm horny.
But, love?
It's a foreign thing that women throw...
Love.
Everyone's the same.
And, I don't know where to
meet anyone.
Least alone someone.
I would
like.
Smart women who like art.
Bad poetry.
Good fashion sense.
Won't
go for.
Holy renunciates like me.
Trance states and hallucinogens.
Metaphorical symbolic mythology and ranting.
About God and a malplaced accident.
And, baby, I don't like basic bitches.
Unless I'm horny.
But, love?
It's a foreign thing that women throw...
#crush
#FallingInLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
Today 4:20am
Today 4:20am
The Love Poems to all the Unreceived Valentines
She told me she was never happy.
As I made her laugh.
And,
She said that she felt alone.
Whenever she talked to me.
And,
Maybe I don't pick on signs.
But, I wonder if it coulda been something good.
If I had just said hello.
Maybe made her laugh.
I don't really know.
I'm relatively oblivious to the things.
Going on around me.
I don't know the difference.
Between one mystifying display of emotion.
From the other.
But shouldn't being happy when.
Mostly you're miserable...
As I made her laugh.
And,
She said that she felt alone.
Whenever she talked to me.
And,
Maybe I don't pick on signs.
But, I wonder if it coulda been something good.
If I had just said hello.
Maybe made her laugh.
I don't really know.
I'm relatively oblivious to the things.
Going on around me.
I don't know the difference.
Between one mystifying display of emotion.
From the other.
But shouldn't being happy when.
Mostly you're miserable...
#denial
#loneliness
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:30am
Yesterday 4:30am
Vision 3.
I remember.
When God told me.
'Is this the best you can do? Life in a room?'
And from my heart I said.
In here.
I can forget I exist.
Exist.
Only as a stray thought.
It's not my prison.
It's the twenty feet I can control.
When everything is so.
Fragile.
When God told me.
'Is this the best you can do? Life in a room?'
And from my heart I said.
In here.
I can forget I exist.
Exist.
Only as a stray thought.
It's not my prison.
It's the twenty feet I can control.
When everything is so.
Fragile.
#God
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SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 3:19am
Yesterday 3:19am
Futility.
Everything.
All the time.
All at once.
And, I make sense.
Out of the tangents.
Writing the narrative that is my life.
And, will you be a footnote in the poorly worded.
Dialogue.
And, will you be a friend to the no one I've become.
An, index to all my poor plot choices and poorly rounded characters.
That pepper my life.
With the mundane.
Mediocre.
All the time.
All at once.
And, I make sense.
Out of the tangents.
Writing the narrative that is my life.
And, will you be a footnote in the poorly worded.
Dialogue.
And, will you be a friend to the no one I've become.
An, index to all my poor plot choices and poorly rounded characters.
That pepper my life.
With the mundane.
Mediocre.
#boredom
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 6:37pm
29th Jan 2025 6:37pm
Coercive Poetry
The sky is so beautiful.
On fire.
I'm a conflagration.
Away from an Apocalypse.
And the beasts they bray.
In their fields.
With their burdens.
And me.
I'm suavely waving off all responsibility.
Just doing my time.
In this prison.
Waiting for my body.
To catastrophically fail.
On fire.
I'm a conflagration.
Away from an Apocalypse.
And the beasts they bray.
In their fields.
With their burdens.
And me.
I'm suavely waving off all responsibility.
Just doing my time.
In this prison.
Waiting for my body.
To catastrophically fail.
#bittersweet
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 6:31pm
29th Jan 2025 6:31pm
Internet Persona.
I scream.
And no one hears me.
So I cut the perormative shit.
Hurl about my verbal diahrrea.
Vomit it to the lights on the screen.
Safe in the liminal state.
Of I'm not really here.
I'm just wasting time
And no one hears me.
So I cut the perormative shit.
Hurl about my verbal diahrrea.
Vomit it to the lights on the screen.
Safe in the liminal state.
Of I'm not really here.
I'm just wasting time
#anxiety
#sadness
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2025 1:36am
25th Jan 2025 1:36am
Some kinda recursive stress thing.
I only get happy when I'm in these.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
Liminal trance states.
Where I can forget.
Linear time.
And,
It's worse than I ever told you.
In my whole life.
Cause.
Remember.
I didn't tell you.
A God damned.
Thing.
#hate
#sadness
#shame
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2025 1:33am
25th Jan 2025 1:33am
Identity through time.
I crytpically write my fate.
With each cigarette.
Dying of pulmonary oedema.
An abstract aneurysm.
Some kinda blood clot.
And.
My pressure is high.
My lungs.
Black.
But God.
Won't let me.
Die.
So I hack up until I get the feeling.
Of vomiting in my lungs.
A torch song.
Dry hacking until.
It dislodges.
From these maladaptive.
Coping mechanisms.
Life in a nutshell.
Neurotically wistful about neotonous memories.
While your bad behaviour.
Takes...
With each cigarette.
Dying of pulmonary oedema.
An abstract aneurysm.
Some kinda blood clot.
And.
My pressure is high.
My lungs.
Black.
But God.
Won't let me.
Die.
So I hack up until I get the feeling.
Of vomiting in my lungs.
A torch song.
Dry hacking until.
It dislodges.
From these maladaptive.
Coping mechanisms.
Life in a nutshell.
Neurotically wistful about neotonous memories.
While your bad behaviour.
Takes...
#sadness
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:24pm
Vision 2
The sun impresses fire into my being.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
And.
I want to steal it.
And bury it deep.
In Tyrannus' depth.
I walked among the funeral pyres.
Caked in the dust of so many dead.
Things.
And.
On the horizon is coming autumn.
In the air is stinging winter.
How many cycles left?
How many austerities.
Til I break through.
To the Gods and spirits.
And, offer my taboo trickster spirit.
Some blood.
From a sacrificial offering.
#religion
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
23rd Jan 2025 7:20pm
Vision 1
It cuts like fire.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
It burns a knife inside my soul.
This is irrelevant.
This is unmediated.
And on all the indigo sunsets.
I etch my epitath.
I am in darkness.
The light has gone out.
And.
I am now rotting.
Fetid.
Foul.
#religion
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 6:58pm
20th Jan 2025 6:58pm
Forcing Myself to Write to Assert Control Over my Failure.
Tyler says.
My problem has always.
Been my paranoia.
But he neglects the self doubt.
The self hatred.
Or the hallucinations.
And, every day I struggle.
With the will to live.
Especially when it turns out.
I'm not really that unique.
Id hate to be the person.
Who admires.
My imperfections.
My problem has always.
Been my paranoia.
But he neglects the self doubt.
The self hatred.
Or the hallucinations.
And, every day I struggle.
With the will to live.
Especially when it turns out.
I'm not really that unique.
Id hate to be the person.
Who admires.
My imperfections.
#bittersweet
#boredom
#sadness
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2025 6:52pm
20th Jan 2025 6:52pm
Schizo affective
Every new beginning.
Exists more poignantly.
In my fantasy.
Than in reality.
And the grandiose delusions.
Are finally wrong.
I'm simply.
Mundane.
Important to no ones.
Story.
I have no deus ex machina.
Just personal private moments.
And poorly worded.
Psychosis poetry.
Exists more poignantly.
In my fantasy.
Than in reality.
And the grandiose delusions.
Are finally wrong.
I'm simply.
Mundane.
Important to no ones.
Story.
I have no deus ex machina.
Just personal private moments.
And poorly worded.
Psychosis poetry.
#bittersweet
#sadness
#shame
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