Submissions by NoQuarter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 10:56am
19th Feb 2025 10:56am
I Just Want Warmth
Oh, how I hate these changing seasons,
cold, warm, warm, cold.
Mother Nature, please make up your mind,
can I work in the yard or prepare for more ice?
Rain here, sleet there,
I just want my garden and sweet tea,
that would be nice.
Winter boots or tank tops, or a mixture of both?
Take one off, put two back on, what a cruel joke.
cold, warm, warm, cold.
Mother Nature, please make up your mind,
can I work in the yard or prepare for more ice?
Rain here, sleet there,
I just want my garden and sweet tea,
that would be nice.
Winter boots or tank tops, or a mixture of both?
Take one off, put two back on, what a cruel joke.
#rain
#snow
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 9:27pm
17th Feb 2025 9:27pm
Silent Battles
I don't want to battle with myself today,
with harsh emotions tangled within.
Disappointment in my eyes,
disasters in my mind,
the light at the end of the tunnel always dim.
I don't want to battle with myself today,
my darkness may win.
The echoes of doubt grow louder,
pulling me to a place I've already been.
I’ve wrestled with shadows, fought to stand,
weary day's start to cave.
If I let go, will silence greet me,
or will I drown beneath the waves?
I don't want to battle with myself today, ...
with harsh emotions tangled within.
Disappointment in my eyes,
disasters in my mind,
the light at the end of the tunnel always dim.
I don't want to battle with myself today,
my darkness may win.
The echoes of doubt grow louder,
pulling me to a place I've already been.
I’ve wrestled with shadows, fought to stand,
weary day's start to cave.
If I let go, will silence greet me,
or will I drown beneath the waves?
I don't want to battle with myself today, ...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 8:15pm
17th Feb 2025 8:15pm
I Don't Want To Be Studied
I don't want to be studied,
laid bare beneath your judgemental ways,
each mumbled word, each clumsy deed,
examined in a critical haze.
You pick apart my every thought,
my motivations, deep inside,
as if some hidden lesson's taught,
in how my restless feelings ride.
I don't want to be a puzzle,
a complex problem you must solve,
my thoughts a landscape, rough and subtle,
not something neat to resolve.
You search for patterns, hidden flaws,
the reasons why we couldn't stay,
ignoring nature's...
laid bare beneath your judgemental ways,
each mumbled word, each clumsy deed,
examined in a critical haze.
You pick apart my every thought,
my motivations, deep inside,
as if some hidden lesson's taught,
in how my restless feelings ride.
I don't want to be a puzzle,
a complex problem you must solve,
my thoughts a landscape, rough and subtle,
not something neat to resolve.
You search for patterns, hidden flaws,
the reasons why we couldn't stay,
ignoring nature's...
#breakup
#conflict
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 1:23pm
17th Feb 2025 1:23pm
Cadaver
The white sheet whispers as it's drawn away,
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
revealing secrets of a life's decay.
Not flesh alone, but spirit laid bare,
for prying eyes, and whispers in the air.
Each question, scalpel-sharp, begins to slice,
not at the skin, but deeper, something dark.
"Why this?" they probe, "and what if that had been?"
A cruel dissection of what might be left of me.
Accusations, like formaldehyde's harsh sting,
preserve the pain, the shame the whispers bring.
"A careless heart," they murmur, heads all...
#dark
#vulnerability
#weakness
51 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 11:48am
17th Feb 2025 11:48am
Muted Life
A pane of glass separates me from the world. Not literal, though sometimes I wish it were. Easier to explain. This is a different kind of barrier. A film over my senses. The vibrant shades of life muted, the clamor of voices distant, like listening to a symphony through thick walls. I know it's there. I can feel the vibrations, a faint tremor of feeling. But the melody, the full richness of experience, is lost to me.
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
I watch people—their easy laughter, their intertwined hands, the way they lean into conversations, fully present. I see it all, catalog it, analyze it. Words form in...
#identity
#separation
#silence
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2025 9:12am
16th Feb 2025 9:12am
What If She Knew
is it natural
to want someone you can't have
to imagine their smell
their taste the times never had
their dreams their sorrow
someone you hardly know
but every word connects with your soul
is it madness
to build a life in a strangers eyes
to chase a ghost in waking life
to hear their voice in quiet rooms
and wish they'd turn and see you too
is it hunger
the kind that never fades with time
that lingers but cuts you deep inside
that chokes the circulation from each breath i take
as it...
to want someone you can't have
to imagine their smell
their taste the times never had
their dreams their sorrow
someone you hardly know
but every word connects with your soul
is it madness
to build a life in a strangers eyes
to chase a ghost in waking life
to hear their voice in quiet rooms
and wish they'd turn and see you too
is it hunger
the kind that never fades with time
that lingers but cuts you deep inside
that chokes the circulation from each breath i take
as it...
#confusion
#obsession
89 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2025 1:54pm
14th Feb 2025 1:54pm
The Machine Is Broken
the machine is broken its gears run on hush
fed by the hands that we once learned to trust
it speaks of reform it whispers of change
but power and greed always end up the same
it fattens on taxes it feasts on the weak
it builds up the castles where so few eat
it tells us we matter it begs for our grace
then steals in the dark with a mask on its face
they call it progress they call it fair
but power is hungry it will never share
the votes keep it turning the lies keep it strong
while the people who built it keep...
fed by the hands that we once learned to trust
it speaks of reform it whispers of change
but power and greed always end up the same
it fattens on taxes it feasts on the weak
it builds up the castles where so few eat
it tells us we matter it begs for our grace
then steals in the dark with a mask on its face
they call it progress they call it fair
but power is hungry it will never share
the votes keep it turning the lies keep it strong
while the people who built it keep...
#corruption
#greed
#lies
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2025 7:33am
12th Feb 2025 7:33am
What If God Was Like Thanos
What if God were a force of entropy
a being of cold calculated physics
snapping His fingers to reset the system
erasing half of all existence
to restore balance to a chaotic universe
What if He viewed life
not as sacred but as data
a fluctuation in the great equation
dispensable when the numbers didn't add up
would we be reduced to mere variables
our suffering just an inevitable side effect
no different than a dying star or a collapsing galaxy
What if He saw the universe
not as a creation to nurture
but as a...
a being of cold calculated physics
snapping His fingers to reset the system
erasing half of all existence
to restore balance to a chaotic universe
What if He viewed life
not as sacred but as data
a fluctuation in the great equation
dispensable when the numbers didn't add up
would we be reduced to mere variables
our suffering just an inevitable side effect
no different than a dying star or a collapsing galaxy
What if He saw the universe
not as a creation to nurture
but as a...
#manipulation
#power
#universe
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2025 7:13am
10th Feb 2025 7:13am
Some Kind Of Monster
I'm a traveler of the dark
living in a reality that no longer exists
a shadow of eternity that bites
that persists
I am haunted by demons
personal ghosts
I wound the ones I love the most
no skeletons in my closet
for everyone knows
a beast without a harlot
hungry for toxicity
a dirty fascination naked in misery
the kind of filth that wouldn't physically harm
I'm more psychological
I dangle like an unwanted charm
I love to make you question your sanity
the narcissist making you doubt
avoiding the...
living in a reality that no longer exists
a shadow of eternity that bites
that persists
I am haunted by demons
personal ghosts
I wound the ones I love the most
no skeletons in my closet
for everyone knows
a beast without a harlot
hungry for toxicity
a dirty fascination naked in misery
the kind of filth that wouldn't physically harm
I'm more psychological
I dangle like an unwanted charm
I love to make you question your sanity
the narcissist making you doubt
avoiding the...
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2025 2:43am
10th Feb 2025 2:43am
Worn But Breathing
I don't want to be alone
but I'm not afraid of it
if I can't have my own back
how could I expect someone else to
life has been physically draining
a familiar sense of not belonging
of unwant
to be ignored is a powerful
haunting feeling
a slap to the face
a permanent scar
no chance of healing
why do we linger here
whats the point in staying
ive been let down more times than I can remember
so Ive stopped counting
eventually i have to stop expecting...
but I'm not afraid of it
if I can't have my own back
how could I expect someone else to
life has been physically draining
a familiar sense of not belonging
of unwant
to be ignored is a powerful
haunting feeling
a slap to the face
a permanent scar
no chance of healing
why do we linger here
whats the point in staying
ive been let down more times than I can remember
so Ive stopped counting
eventually i have to stop expecting...
#relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 8:23am
9th Feb 2025 8:23am
Same Poison Different Day
if we both know the definition of insanity
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2025 10:43am
7th Feb 2025 10:43am
I Don't Miss You
Its been long enough
that I dont miss you anymore
that's what I tell myself anyway
I do what I want now
but it feels selfish
like I'm leaving you out
like I'm supposed to ask if you'd like to join me somehow
it feels like I've shed a skin I didn't really
want to be rid of
I catch myself looking for your input on my silent
conversations
your reassurance
but it isn't there
you aren't there
I try to pretend you never existed
but you are written in everything
accumulated over...
that I dont miss you anymore
that's what I tell myself anyway
I do what I want now
but it feels selfish
like I'm leaving you out
like I'm supposed to ask if you'd like to join me somehow
it feels like I've shed a skin I didn't really
want to be rid of
I catch myself looking for your input on my silent
conversations
your reassurance
but it isn't there
you aren't there
I try to pretend you never existed
but you are written in everything
accumulated over...
#relationships
#sadness
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