Submissions by Nil (Nolan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2024 10:20am
24th Sep 2024 10:20am
Succinct.
I'm at a loss for words.
Whether what I say is important.
Or some idle.
Threat.
To punish.
No one.
But.
Myself.
Whether what I say is important.
Or some idle.
Threat.
To punish.
No one.
But.
Myself.
#apathy
#boredom
#emptiness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2024 10:18am
24th Sep 2024 10:18am
Exasperated.
I sighed my last sigh.
With nothing to show.
For all this wasted time.
The still buzz on the screen.
Electricity.
And a passion.
I could never find.
With nothing to show.
For all this wasted time.
The still buzz on the screen.
Electricity.
And a passion.
I could never find.
#disappointment
#regret
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2024 10:59pm
17th Sep 2024 10:59pm
Land of Living Sky
In these dying nights of summer.
Where the chill rises up on these kaleidoscope sunsets.
I can feel the sun bleeding into the horizon.
Tortured.
Haemorrhaging all over the sky.
I try to reflect on something.
Better than just being in the.
Moment.
But, alas.
I'm at a loss for words.
And,
I'm not very eloquent anymore.
Where the chill rises up on these kaleidoscope sunsets.
I can feel the sun bleeding into the horizon.
Tortured.
Haemorrhaging all over the sky.
I try to reflect on something.
Better than just being in the.
Moment.
But, alas.
I'm at a loss for words.
And,
I'm not very eloquent anymore.
#boredom
#disappointment
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2024 10:53pm
17th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Introject
Every day.
I feel like sleeping.
Rather.
Be unconscious than this.
Self conscious.
Subconsciously neurotic.
Paranoid ideation.
I live.
Not to mention.
The delusions.
Better to fantasize.
Than bother with the day.
To days.
Of getting up.
Getting high.
Lost in a radicalized.
Weaponized.
Grave yard of ideas.
Ranting to no one so
publicly.
It would be embarassing.
If I didn't know how to.
Disappear.
Some kinda.
Dismissive...
I feel like sleeping.
Rather.
Be unconscious than this.
Self conscious.
Subconsciously neurotic.
Paranoid ideation.
I live.
Not to mention.
The delusions.
Better to fantasize.
Than bother with the day.
To days.
Of getting up.
Getting high.
Lost in a radicalized.
Weaponized.
Grave yard of ideas.
Ranting to no one so
publicly.
It would be embarassing.
If I didn't know how to.
Disappear.
Some kinda.
Dismissive...
#boredom
#sadness
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2024 6:54pm
14th Sep 2024 6:54pm
Pleasureless
He said I was.
High tension.
It's not like he's wrong.
I do scream at cops.
And, find myself in institutions.
Involuntary circumstances.
Of a rotten mind left to gaze.
Into that dark nothingness.
That void of regret.
A black chasm.
I find myself falling into.
An infinite void.
Of negative emotions.
Anhedonia.
Got me down.
High tension.
It's not like he's wrong.
I do scream at cops.
And, find myself in institutions.
Involuntary circumstances.
Of a rotten mind left to gaze.
Into that dark nothingness.
That void of regret.
A black chasm.
I find myself falling into.
An infinite void.
Of negative emotions.
Anhedonia.
Got me down.
#disappointment
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Sep 2024 6:50pm
14th Sep 2024 6:50pm
Hungover or summat.
I awake to light.
Boring itself through my skull.
And,
Baby,
There ain't no us.
There's just me
With a headache.
Reevaluating my life.
Choices.
Boring itself through my skull.
And,
Baby,
There ain't no us.
There's just me
With a headache.
Reevaluating my life.
Choices.
#emptiness
#mirror
#MyInspiration
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 1:45am
9th Sep 2024 1:45am
Title 1
My life is up for interpretation.
Discussion, I never wanted it to be.
As though there was a right way.
To live.
Or be.
Living.
As though my lived experiences.
Were just mirages.
Mistakes and maladaptive memories.
Maybe.
It was all a bad.
Dream.
Even as moments reside deep in my subconscious.
And, how I felt.
Which isn't much. These days.
Cause why feel bad.
When you.
Can just.
Not feel at all.
Lost in that stoic impulse.
To endure. Every.
Loss. As a passing of leaves...
Discussion, I never wanted it to be.
As though there was a right way.
To live.
Or be.
Living.
As though my lived experiences.
Were just mirages.
Mistakes and maladaptive memories.
Maybe.
It was all a bad.
Dream.
Even as moments reside deep in my subconscious.
And, how I felt.
Which isn't much. These days.
Cause why feel bad.
When you.
Can just.
Not feel at all.
Lost in that stoic impulse.
To endure. Every.
Loss. As a passing of leaves...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2024 2:42am
8th Sep 2024 2:42am
Something.
It always felt like something.
Inevitable.
That at some point in time.
I'd be.
Good.
At something and all the shit.
I went through.
Would
mean something.
And, it was for a lack of trying.
Cause I didn't bother.
Not that I regret these nights I spend.
In my mind imagining images of magnificent things.
Better than this.
Subliminal torture.
Waiting for the patterns to equal.
A some of its parts.
I just can't quit.
These confessions.
That I'm not here anymore. ...
Inevitable.
That at some point in time.
I'd be.
Good.
At something and all the shit.
I went through.
Would
mean something.
And, it was for a lack of trying.
Cause I didn't bother.
Not that I regret these nights I spend.
In my mind imagining images of magnificent things.
Better than this.
Subliminal torture.
Waiting for the patterns to equal.
A some of its parts.
I just can't quit.
These confessions.
That I'm not here anymore. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#confusion #disappointment
#confusion #disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 8:43pm
6th Sep 2024 8:43pm
At any age.
I was never good.
At growing up.
I still.
Get high.
Sleep too late.
Hate myself.
With teenage angst.
Never once did.
I come around to these.
Inevitable life lessons.
I was supposed to find in the meandering.
Of life.
I still get arrested.
Still run from my problems.
Don't want no wife.
No long term friends.
Nothing to bind me to reality.
As though I'm playing the game of life.
Correctly.
I keep making temporary solutions.
Permanent.
Bad choices.
...
At growing up.
I still.
Get high.
Sleep too late.
Hate myself.
With teenage angst.
Never once did.
I come around to these.
Inevitable life lessons.
I was supposed to find in the meandering.
Of life.
I still get arrested.
Still run from my problems.
Don't want no wife.
No long term friends.
Nothing to bind me to reality.
As though I'm playing the game of life.
Correctly.
I keep making temporary solutions.
Permanent.
Bad choices.
...
#boredom
#confusion
#regret #sadness
#regret #sadness
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 00:34am
6th Sep 2024 00:34am
Ed
I used to talk to him.
In the backyard.
Filled with
dog shit.
We never
cleaned.
But his old yarns.
Were as lively.
As the sky burning purple and orange.
In these
prairie sunsets.
I suppose he was dying.
Then.
But,
not dead enough.
To not be able to tell.
A tall tale.
Or two that.
Changed,
every time he told them
I got lost in his.
Used to bes.
And, people who
ain't no angels.
Setting each other on fire.
For five dollar debts.
...
In the backyard.
Filled with
dog shit.
We never
cleaned.
But his old yarns.
Were as lively.
As the sky burning purple and orange.
In these
prairie sunsets.
I suppose he was dying.
Then.
But,
not dead enough.
To not be able to tell.
A tall tale.
Or two that.
Changed,
every time he told them
I got lost in his.
Used to bes.
And, people who
ain't no angels.
Setting each other on fire.
For five dollar debts.
...
#friendship
#men
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2024 5:44am
5th Sep 2024 5:44am
Christmas.
We used to dance.
With each other.
When there was noone there.
Singing nothings to each other.
In whispered jokes.
And, know me nots.
You told me it.
Didnt matter.
How I looked.
Just had to.
Move to the beat.
Comes up sometimes when.
I'm lonely.
Mom.
Like some old Motown Song.
Dull hum on a record player.
The tube television.
Static and syndication
And I don't wanna know.
If it was a dream.
Or not.
Cause, I"m still there I hope.
Dancing til I'm...
With each other.
When there was noone there.
Singing nothings to each other.
In whispered jokes.
And, know me nots.
You told me it.
Didnt matter.
How I looked.
Just had to.
Move to the beat.
Comes up sometimes when.
I'm lonely.
Mom.
Like some old Motown Song.
Dull hum on a record player.
The tube television.
Static and syndication
And I don't wanna know.
If it was a dream.
Or not.
Cause, I"m still there I hope.
Dancing til I'm...
#BestFriend
#children
#heroic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2024 5:35am
5th Sep 2024 5:35am
Fatalism
Tomorrow.
Coulda been something.
If I wanted to be
there.
Seems like I'm.
Just waiting
for the
world to end.
The horizons are
on fire.
Death coming from
above.
On wings of whispered.
Annihilation.
I'd rather be travelling.
But.
Thinkin of running away somewhere.
Else.
Somwehere safe.
Though,
I never do.
And, I can't escape the.
Shock.
Wave.
I'm just running on empty.
Hopped up on adrenaline.
Avoiding flashes in the...
Coulda been something.
If I wanted to be
there.
Seems like I'm.
Just waiting
for the
world to end.
The horizons are
on fire.
Death coming from
above.
On wings of whispered.
Annihilation.
I'd rather be travelling.
But.
Thinkin of running away somewhere.
Else.
Somwehere safe.
Though,
I never do.
And, I can't escape the.
Shock.
Wave.
I'm just running on empty.
Hopped up on adrenaline.
Avoiding flashes in the...
#anxiety
#confusion
#regret #sadness
#regret #sadness
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