Submissions by NoQuarter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 00:24am
Today 00:24am
Kick The Dog
#conflict
#dark
#relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:54pm
Yesterday 9:54pm
Silent Stare
She lingers in the corners,
where the light forgets to stretch,
a shadow sharper than memory.
Her breath is the echo of things unsaid,
her gaze, a wound the night cannot heal.
He feels her before he sees her-
the weight of her absence,
the chill of her closeness.
She doesn't speak, but her silence screams
in the hollows of his chest.
An entity unseen tightens,
and he is bound,
not by fear,
but by the pull of something
he will never understand.
where the light forgets to stretch,
a shadow sharper than memory.
Her breath is the echo of things unsaid,
her gaze, a wound the night cannot heal.
He feels her before he sees her-
the weight of her absence,
the chill of her closeness.
She doesn't speak, but her silence screams
in the hollows of his chest.
An entity unseen tightens,
and he is bound,
not by fear,
but by the pull of something
he will never understand.
#anxiety
#fear
31 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 3:41pm
Yesterday 3:41pm
Burdened Silence
In the quiet it settles
a heaviness thick and suffocating
like a weight pressing down on my chest
refusing to lift
refusing to let go
Its not a storm i can outrun
a shadow i can't escape
its within
sewn into the fabric of my thoughts
like a stain the doesn't come clean
I think of the wrongs I've done
the things i can't undo
and the guilt it drips slow
like water carving stone
each mistake a bruise on my soul
that won't fade
each word unspoken
each promise broken
lingers like...
a heaviness thick and suffocating
like a weight pressing down on my chest
refusing to lift
refusing to let go
Its not a storm i can outrun
a shadow i can't escape
its within
sewn into the fabric of my thoughts
like a stain the doesn't come clean
I think of the wrongs I've done
the things i can't undo
and the guilt it drips slow
like water carving stone
each mistake a bruise on my soul
that won't fade
each word unspoken
each promise broken
lingers like...
#LifeStruggles
34 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:56am
Yesterday 4:56am
Spirits And The Box
He keeps the box on a shelf,
small and battered, like it's lived a thousand lives.
Dust gathers on the corners, but he doesn’t touch it, not since the day he put it there, not since the day he stopped believing in goodbye.
The bottle sits heavy in his hand,
Its amber glow the only warmth in the room.
He drinks like the world is ending,
like the burn will ease the pain in his chest.
But the spirit in the box never fades.
Some nights he swears he hears her voice,
soft and distant, like it's traveling through time,
the creak of the...
small and battered, like it's lived a thousand lives.
Dust gathers on the corners, but he doesn’t touch it, not since the day he put it there, not since the day he stopped believing in goodbye.
The bottle sits heavy in his hand,
Its amber glow the only warmth in the room.
He drinks like the world is ending,
like the burn will ease the pain in his chest.
But the spirit in the box never fades.
Some nights he swears he hears her voice,
soft and distant, like it's traveling through time,
the creak of the...
#death
55 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 3:09am
Yesterday 3:09am
SpaghettiOs In The Morning
The kitchen feels foreign
its silence louder than any argument
we ever had
No sizzling bacon
no toast burning in the rush
Just me
and a can I found in the back of the cabinet
I turn the opener
the lid giving way with a sharp metallic edge
The smell is familiar
a relic of time before grown up meals
and grocery lists written together
I dump its contents into a bowl
let the microwave do its thing in its beautiful mechanical comfort
The table is too big now
her chair still pushed back
like she may...
its silence louder than any argument
we ever had
No sizzling bacon
no toast burning in the rush
Just me
and a can I found in the back of the cabinet
I turn the opener
the lid giving way with a sharp metallic edge
The smell is familiar
a relic of time before grown up meals
and grocery lists written together
I dump its contents into a bowl
let the microwave do its thing in its beautiful mechanical comfort
The table is too big now
her chair still pushed back
like she may...
#boredom
34 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 6:12am
19th Jan 2025 6:12am
The Dance
Life and death dance in a endless struggle,
their hands locked, but never in peace.
Life pulses forward, a tide of motion,
a force that shapes, that creates, that renews.
It breathes into the world, carving paths where none existed,
only to watch as death erases them in just a breath, leaving the canvas untouched, a silent void.
Death is patient, a quiet presence, a shadow that watches, ever present, waiting for the moment when all things return to stillness.
Life knows this, it feels it, but pushes onward, against the pull of the end, never giving in to...
their hands locked, but never in peace.
Life pulses forward, a tide of motion,
a force that shapes, that creates, that renews.
It breathes into the world, carving paths where none existed,
only to watch as death erases them in just a breath, leaving the canvas untouched, a silent void.
Death is patient, a quiet presence, a shadow that watches, ever present, waiting for the moment when all things return to stillness.
Life knows this, it feels it, but pushes onward, against the pull of the end, never giving in to...
#LifeCycle
53 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2025 3:58am
19th Jan 2025 3:58am
The Bite
Life strikes without warning, fangs sinking deep into the tender flesh.
The venom spreads quickly, invisible but felt, the cold burn creeps through your veins.
You clutch the wound, as if your hands could undo what was already done. The skin swells, darkening, a bruise that grows with every heartbeat.
The poison whispers to you, soft and insidious, a lullaby of decay. It tells you this Is how it was always meant to be, that no one escapes the bite unscarred.
Your muscles stiffen, your breath shallow, you wonder if it's the venom or the fear that paralyzes you first. ...
The venom spreads quickly, invisible but felt, the cold burn creeps through your veins.
You clutch the wound, as if your hands could undo what was already done. The skin swells, darkening, a bruise that grows with every heartbeat.
The poison whispers to you, soft and insidious, a lullaby of decay. It tells you this Is how it was always meant to be, that no one escapes the bite unscarred.
Your muscles stiffen, your breath shallow, you wonder if it's the venom or the fear that paralyzes you first. ...
#dark
40 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 6:19pm
18th Jan 2025 6:19pm
The Bear And I
The forest silent and low,
a breath of stillness,
pine needles soft beneath trembling steps.
I am here,
a visitor in ancient territory,
the air carries weight,
where shadows are alive.
The BEAR moves like inevitability-
muscle and hunger wrapped in fur.
Its eyes do not question,
claws do not hesitate.
My body,
an offering it never asked for,
splits to rhythm of teeth that know their work.
I become less,
layer by layer,
bone and marrow.
A slow undoing.
The earth takes my blood without...
a breath of stillness,
pine needles soft beneath trembling steps.
I am here,
a visitor in ancient territory,
the air carries weight,
where shadows are alive.
The BEAR moves like inevitability-
muscle and hunger wrapped in fur.
Its eyes do not question,
claws do not hesitate.
My body,
an offering it never asked for,
splits to rhythm of teeth that know their work.
I become less,
layer by layer,
bone and marrow.
A slow undoing.
The earth takes my blood without...
#animals
51 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Feast of shadows
How could you take another bite?
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
#anger
#grief
#hate
61 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 6:00am
18th Jan 2025 6:00am
UnHuman
In the hollow of my mind,
echoes of hunger grind.
Memories rot, dreams decay,
whispers of life slip away.
Shadow's crawl where thoughts should be,
A feast of flesh is all i see.
Love and light, long interred,
replaced by deaths unspoken word.
Bones crunch, blood flows red,
this is the world inside my head.
An endless void, a ravenous screech,
A hollow soul that can't become.
echoes of hunger grind.
Memories rot, dreams decay,
whispers of life slip away.
Shadow's crawl where thoughts should be,
A feast of flesh is all i see.
Love and light, long interred,
replaced by deaths unspoken word.
Bones crunch, blood flows red,
this is the world inside my head.
An endless void, a ravenous screech,
A hollow soul that can't become.
#zombies
59 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2025 5:03am
18th Jan 2025 5:03am
The Hollow Crown
A shroud of silence wraps the world.
Bones broken beneath the skin,
each crack, a song of endings.
The air, thick with decay,
whispers secrets only the dead understand.
Time, it bleeds into itself,
dripping like tar onto the brittle earth.
Every breath tastes of rot,
every heartbeat stumbles,
clawing toward an inevitable abyss.
Eyes become empty doors,
opening onto blackened fields
where shadows linger,
silent and watching,
as if the void were their home.
...
Bones broken beneath the skin,
each crack, a song of endings.
The air, thick with decay,
whispers secrets only the dead understand.
Time, it bleeds into itself,
dripping like tar onto the brittle earth.
Every breath tastes of rot,
every heartbeat stumbles,
clawing toward an inevitable abyss.
Eyes become empty doors,
opening onto blackened fields
where shadows linger,
silent and watching,
as if the void were their home.
...
#dark
84 reads
2 Comments
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