Submissions by NoQuarter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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2 Comments
Typical Feelings
I wake up beneath the weight of absence,
a hollow space where meaning should be.
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,
every breath feels undeserved.
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,
Invisible even to myself.
Each step teaming with doubt.
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.
I am both here and not,
a body that moves without purpose,
a pathetic NPC unraveling. ...
a hollow space where meaning should be.
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,
every breath feels undeserved.
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,
Invisible even to myself.
Each step teaming with doubt.
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.
I am both here and not,
a body that moves without purpose,
a pathetic NPC unraveling. ...
#myself
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New Mask
Tired of hearing this shit,
all the noises in my head.
All the arguments, all the lies,
finding your hidden messages
from extended family, looking to give you pity
for those made up stories.
Your shadow has been casting much too much
shade at me lately.
The behind the backs,
the "its me -not you,"
new slutty friends handing out i owe you's.
All the quietness, things left unsaid,
the few hours of sleep a week that keep me feeling dead.
I'm hungry, but not because I...
all the noises in my head.
All the arguments, all the lies,
finding your hidden messages
from extended family, looking to give you pity
for those made up stories.
Your shadow has been casting much too much
shade at me lately.
The behind the backs,
the "its me -not you,"
new slutty friends handing out i owe you's.
All the quietness, things left unsaid,
the few hours of sleep a week that keep me feeling dead.
I'm hungry, but not because I...
#grief
#relationships
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Kick The Dog

#conflict
#dark
#relationships
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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 that 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 ...
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 that 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 ...
#LifeStruggles
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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
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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
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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
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