Submissions by NuBorn (BxckedbyGold)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2021 4:00pm
6th Feb 2021 4:00pm
III
III
03/02/21
Dear love, I hope this letter greets you well.
To me you are art
beautiful in all part
enchanting to the heart
... to me you are art
beautiful and smart
You are a wide canvas
a painting of dreams
and hopes
and visions
... you are a wide canvas
portraying loneliness and happiness
Your words are an ocean
of wisdom spoken
omens broken
loneliness forsaken
love awaken
... your words are an ocean
of wisdom and emotion
Your touch is an eclipse of...
03/02/21
Dear love, I hope this letter greets you well.
To me you are art
beautiful in all part
enchanting to the heart
... to me you are art
beautiful and smart
You are a wide canvas
a painting of dreams
and hopes
and visions
... you are a wide canvas
portraying loneliness and happiness
Your words are an ocean
of wisdom spoken
omens broken
loneliness forsaken
love awaken
... your words are an ocean
of wisdom and emotion
Your touch is an eclipse of...
#love
#girlfriend
#lover #WritingPoetry
#lover #WritingPoetry
330 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2021 2:53pm
5th Feb 2021 2:53pm
II
02/02/21
II
Dear Love, I hope this letter greets you well
I remember hearing your "I Love You" for the time
I guess you didn't hear the splinters of glass as my heart shuttered
my defenses breaking down
you invading my space—
you never knew your place
you never played your role
you were just supposed to be a groupie
but I found myself confiding in you
and I found peace in your hands as you molded my darkness
and kissed my brokenness
...obviously I curled myself into a ball
tried to...
II
Dear Love, I hope this letter greets you well
I remember hearing your "I Love You" for the time
I guess you didn't hear the splinters of glass as my heart shuttered
my defenses breaking down
you invading my space—
you never knew your place
you never played your role
you were just supposed to be a groupie
but I found myself confiding in you
and I found peace in your hands as you molded my darkness
and kissed my brokenness
...obviously I curled myself into a ball
tried to...
#love
#girlfriend
#addiction
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection
431 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2021 2:42pm
5th Feb 2021 2:42pm
I
01/02/21
Dear Love, I hope this letter finds you well
It all started with dirty poetry (dear Santa)
To late nights in long taxi queues
Open mic session at OUTIE CAFE
To Furnace Theatre
To drunkard confessions
and disappearance acts
I miss your poetry!
Our love has been a parallel obscurity between hollowness and healing
"you can not fill my void and I too can not fill your, so let us just be"
In Love,
discovering no path,
no past,
no roads,
no here,
no there,
no yesterday, ...
Dear Love, I hope this letter finds you well
It all started with dirty poetry (dear Santa)
To late nights in long taxi queues
Open mic session at OUTIE CAFE
To Furnace Theatre
To drunkard confessions
and disappearance acts
I miss your poetry!
Our love has been a parallel obscurity between hollowness and healing
"you can not fill my void and I too can not fill your, so let us just be"
In Love,
discovering no path,
no past,
no roads,
no here,
no there,
no yesterday, ...
#love
#girlfriend
#relationships #lover
#relationships #lover
429 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2020 2:10pm
31st Aug 2020 2:10pm
Family Pills
We live from pill to pill and most of us have once overdosed
From my younger sister’s eye sight problem and shortsightedness
and “why is everyone making fun of me”
To my other sister’s adolescence stage and different boyfriends
with different cars and different wallet sizes
To my brother’s rage attacks and alcohol abuse
and money problems and self-isolation
To my mother’s stress levels and antidepressants
and latest spiritual book on “how to get rid of all your problems”
To of course me and my hatred and bitterness aimlessly...
From my younger sister’s eye sight problem and shortsightedness
and “why is everyone making fun of me”
To my other sister’s adolescence stage and different boyfriends
with different cars and different wallet sizes
To my brother’s rage attacks and alcohol abuse
and money problems and self-isolation
To my mother’s stress levels and antidepressants
and latest spiritual book on “how to get rid of all your problems”
To of course me and my hatred and bitterness aimlessly...
#depression
#family
#dreams #drugs
#dreams #drugs
582 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Aug 2020 2:04pm
31st Aug 2020 2:04pm
Dried leaves of happiness
I was born in March
After summer’s heat and before winter’s coldness
I was named happiness
although I doubt then my family had much
See, I was a product of “after beating her she finally laid a charge”
and her water broke and she was taken to hospital by a police van
running away from a drunk cruel man.
She forgave him of course because a man beating a woman was a form of “culture”
After his repentance came repetition
and repentance once more, oh I’m sorry, oh it was the alcohol, oh I love you, oh I will never do it again ...
After summer’s heat and before winter’s coldness
I was named happiness
although I doubt then my family had much
See, I was a product of “after beating her she finally laid a charge”
and her water broke and she was taken to hospital by a police van
running away from a drunk cruel man.
She forgave him of course because a man beating a woman was a form of “culture”
After his repentance came repetition
and repentance once more, oh I’m sorry, oh it was the alcohol, oh I love you, oh I will never do it again ...
#family
#identity
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
371 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Aug 2020 2:41pm
26th Aug 2020 2:41pm
I wrote a poem last night
I wrote a poem last night
I was sitting in the park
way after curfew time
as the night grew dark
I found inspiration for this rhythm and rhyme
I wrote a poem last night
This morning I fixed my speaker and mic
That can only mean today I'll be basking outside exclaiming my woes
Shedding poignant poetic proverbs like a lunatic
While allowing my heart to heal from these insane flows
I wrote a poem last night
I prayed to God this morning
Who is somewhere in a strange place called heaven
Where hides...
I was sitting in the park
way after curfew time
as the night grew dark
I found inspiration for this rhythm and rhyme
I wrote a poem last night
This morning I fixed my speaker and mic
That can only mean today I'll be basking outside exclaiming my woes
Shedding poignant poetic proverbs like a lunatic
While allowing my heart to heal from these insane flows
I wrote a poem last night
I prayed to God this morning
Who is somewhere in a strange place called heaven
Where hides...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
366 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jul 2020 2:43pm
6th Jul 2020 2:43pm
I am in love with a bitch
Fuck I hate this bitch so much
But at the same time I can't live without her
Fuck, she's more twisted than this paradox
Thing is
I met her a few years back
I was at the top of my career
Well I mean, I made more money then than
I have ever made since
but I was unhappy
I remember back then everyone wanted to be associated with me
Somehow I had ghost friends
Concealed by smiley masks
And I knew they weren't genuine
But it felt great to have people on my corner
She came in all white
and asked me for a...
But at the same time I can't live without her
Fuck, she's more twisted than this paradox
Thing is
I met her a few years back
I was at the top of my career
Well I mean, I made more money then than
I have ever made since
but I was unhappy
I remember back then everyone wanted to be associated with me
Somehow I had ghost friends
Concealed by smiley masks
And I knew they weren't genuine
But it felt great to have people on my corner
She came in all white
and asked me for a...
#drugs
#addiction
378 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2020 1:54pm
18th Feb 2020 1:54pm
Boiling Cauldron
Boiling in my mental cauldron
are thoughts so toxic,
capable of enslaving the air of its purity
and ushering carbon atoms
through reluctant veins
to promote their propaganda
against my heart
The fires of will and experience,
ever blazing and shedding their fury,
which can only cause the toxic vapor
to fill more ground faster—
Soon, it might take over my heart,
darken my soul
and bury away the little boy
that still carries his little candle
of poetry;
burning still and dim, ...
are thoughts so toxic,
capable of enslaving the air of its purity
and ushering carbon atoms
through reluctant veins
to promote their propaganda
against my heart
The fires of will and experience,
ever blazing and shedding their fury,
which can only cause the toxic vapor
to fill more ground faster—
Soon, it might take over my heart,
darken my soul
and bury away the little boy
that still carries his little candle
of poetry;
burning still and dim, ...
#anxiety
520 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Jan 2020 3:25pm
21st Jan 2020 3:25pm
Blade
A steel-iron blade lacerating through tender skin
in the concealment of the night,
is how I almost lost my life.
The wielder and his accomplice
snatched my phone and wallet,
glanced at the scarlet-red oozing well from my chest
as if measuring their sin—
THIS-IS-ALL-ON-YOU was the look in their eyes
before they bolted into the night
and were consumed by the darkness, thereof.
I laid stiff still on that rocky track
and for a few seconds
I felt an overwhelming sense of...
in the concealment of the night,
is how I almost lost my life.
The wielder and his accomplice
snatched my phone and wallet,
glanced at the scarlet-red oozing well from my chest
as if measuring their sin—
THIS-IS-ALL-ON-YOU was the look in their eyes
before they bolted into the night
and were consumed by the darkness, thereof.
I laid stiff still on that rocky track
and for a few seconds
I felt an overwhelming sense of...
#anger
#violence
#hurt
367 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 2:41pm
14th Jan 2020 2:41pm
Hallucinations
It is days like today
where I wish to chop off my head
and feed it to the Cape vultures-
picking dead fish skin in the swamps
It is days like today
where blackness becomes a curse
blanketing my brain with morbid thoughts
and illusive dreams
I don't speak to the voices anymore, ha ha ....ha
This dog is used to their old tricks,
I won't bulge to their bait
Scream louder you fools!
HAAAA HHHHAAAAAAA
HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA
And damn, I fell for their shit again!
Both hands clinging on to...
where I wish to chop off my head
and feed it to the Cape vultures-
picking dead fish skin in the swamps
It is days like today
where blackness becomes a curse
blanketing my brain with morbid thoughts
and illusive dreams
I don't speak to the voices anymore, ha ha ....ha
This dog is used to their old tricks,
I won't bulge to their bait
Scream louder you fools!
HAAAA HHHHAAAAAAA
HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA
And damn, I fell for their shit again!
Both hands clinging on to...
#PTSD
475 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2020 10:09am
8th Jan 2020 10:09am
She breaks herself
She breaks her own heart
formulating words
to heal other broken hearts—
she claims to be in love with poetry;
yet, I see how toxic their relationship is—
she is in love with a narcissist!
She aspires to be counted
among the greatest poets of our time;
so, she slashes her wrists each night—
discovering what words pain would bring!
When we went out,
she'd collect memories and sack them up
instead of enjoying herself and having a good time! ...
formulating words
to heal other broken hearts—
she claims to be in love with poetry;
yet, I see how toxic their relationship is—
she is in love with a narcissist!
She aspires to be counted
among the greatest poets of our time;
so, she slashes her wrists each night—
discovering what words pain would bring!
When we went out,
she'd collect memories and sack them up
instead of enjoying herself and having a good time! ...
#depression
#friendship
#SelfHarm #apathy
#SelfHarm #apathy
661 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2020 12:34pm
6th Jan 2020 12:34pm
Silence and Darkness
Silence and Darkness
Wait!
Silence
crippling from creaking floors
consuming screams of
loneliness and depression
familiarizing voices echoing
Wait.
Darkness
smiting and unleashing silence
muting pictures and voices
subduing imagination
assailing greed
Wait.
Silence
gaining power
of unmanaged anxiety
from muted voices
and isolated thoughts
Wait.
Darkness
invoking pain
AGAIN
pain invoking
darkness
Wait.
...
Wait!
Silence
crippling from creaking floors
consuming screams of
loneliness and depression
familiarizing voices echoing
Wait.
Darkness
smiting and unleashing silence
muting pictures and voices
subduing imagination
assailing greed
Wait.
Silence
gaining power
of unmanaged anxiety
from muted voices
and isolated thoughts
Wait.
Darkness
invoking pain
AGAIN
pain invoking
darkness
Wait.
...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#silence
#nightmares
520 reads
4 Comments
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