Submissions by O_Blue (CiRcLeS...)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Gray Backgrounds...
Mindlessly.
The choosing of words.
Love.
Blink of an eye.
Changes to pain.
Chains pull me to a dark place.
How love can be ruthless.
Damaged beyond recognition.
The happiness still haunts me.
Love left a wound.
A wound that continues to grow.
A wound that continues to still grow.
The choosing of words.
Love.
Blink of an eye.
Changes to pain.
Chains pull me to a dark place.
How love can be ruthless.
Damaged beyond recognition.
The happiness still haunts me.
Love left a wound.
A wound that continues to grow.
A wound that continues to still grow.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Cyanide Peace...
Mercy's a dream that I hold out for.
No matter the price, it has to be real.
Cyanide peace in my creepy wonderland.
is this the end?
I wish it were so.
The problem's persistent.
The journey seems endless.
I'm tired of this bullshit and acting like I'm fine.
The barrel pressed against the temple of my head.
Click after click.
Just waiting for the bang.
Don't be angry.
Please smile.
I thought I was strong.
But the pressure's too much.
Muzzle flash brightens the...
No matter the price, it has to be real.
Cyanide peace in my creepy wonderland.
is this the end?
I wish it were so.
The problem's persistent.
The journey seems endless.
I'm tired of this bullshit and acting like I'm fine.
The barrel pressed against the temple of my head.
Click after click.
Just waiting for the bang.
Don't be angry.
Please smile.
I thought I was strong.
But the pressure's too much.
Muzzle flash brightens the...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Tomorrow's No Different.
Your face is the same as mine today.
My words sink so deep in you.
There's no turning back for me.
There's so much to say to you.
I suffer the same as you, see.
The mirror's broken apart, watch.
Horror's a familiar face, see.
Tomorrow's no different.
No different.
Our heart's will beat in synch.
When faced with the same darkness.
What unfolds will be unique.
Yet the fear that haunts these hearts of ours remains the same...
My words sink so deep in you.
There's no turning back for me.
There's so much to say to you.
I suffer the same as you, see.
The mirror's broken apart, watch.
Horror's a familiar face, see.
Tomorrow's no different.
No different.
Our heart's will beat in synch.
When faced with the same darkness.
What unfolds will be unique.
Yet the fear that haunts these hearts of ours remains the same...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Haiku 2
Trees stand where I can't.
A hundred years in the past.
I haven't been born...
A hundred years in the past.
I haven't been born...
#haiku
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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TPI
The spider waits long.
Patience is it's greatest weapon.
If flies could wail, annoyed...
Patience is it's greatest weapon.
If flies could wail, annoyed...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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This Diary...
The forgotten pages relived.
A step back into yesterday.
Memories once so obscure become vivid and clear.
Wounds I promised to never reopen.
It made sense at the time.
These scars, a constant reminder.
To something forgotten.
This diary
A book of love written in secrecy that you'd never understand.
Each small line means so much written in blood.
The tears
It stained the paper where the pen is dragged along.
All things left unsaid get lost within each page left empty.
My diary.
This paper is somehow precious. ...
A step back into yesterday.
Memories once so obscure become vivid and clear.
Wounds I promised to never reopen.
It made sense at the time.
These scars, a constant reminder.
To something forgotten.
This diary
A book of love written in secrecy that you'd never understand.
Each small line means so much written in blood.
The tears
It stained the paper where the pen is dragged along.
All things left unsaid get lost within each page left empty.
My diary.
This paper is somehow precious. ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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I, The Ache...
I am the one who you confess your hate to.
The one who always listens.
The one who knows no better.
Ever by mistake or maybe intentionally.
Still I'll be right here.
I'm not one to judge.
Pain is what we share and I hope you'll accept.
Hold it just for a moment.
It's meant to be left behind.
Forget me anytime, I assure you I won't mind.
My method's always the same.
You'll remember given time.
Don't misunderstand this relationship we have.
I take no joy in this.
It's all without intent.
I, the ache, am never far...
The one who always listens.
The one who knows no better.
Ever by mistake or maybe intentionally.
Still I'll be right here.
I'm not one to judge.
Pain is what we share and I hope you'll accept.
Hold it just for a moment.
It's meant to be left behind.
Forget me anytime, I assure you I won't mind.
My method's always the same.
You'll remember given time.
Don't misunderstand this relationship we have.
I take no joy in this.
It's all without intent.
I, the ache, am never far...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Lost Moment...
My eyes tell a story ears refuse to believe.
Even if translated properly, eyes have priority.
The right time and place.
Once the moment is lost it can't be replaced.
A agreement.
The ghost no one sees.
Your presence lies within imagination.
The phantom without form
plays keys of an organ behind a veil.
Ah fallen between cracks.
Forgotten and left to die.
The right time and place.
Disdained, neglected.
The place yet familiar.
I remember.
I'm all alone with much to share.
Although most of...
Even if translated properly, eyes have priority.
The right time and place.
Once the moment is lost it can't be replaced.
A agreement.
The ghost no one sees.
Your presence lies within imagination.
The phantom without form
plays keys of an organ behind a veil.
Ah fallen between cracks.
Forgotten and left to die.
The right time and place.
Disdained, neglected.
The place yet familiar.
I remember.
I'm all alone with much to share.
Although most of...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Incompatible Wings...
I still remember the song he played while crying.
Unaware of me sitting in the corner.
He took another shot of whiskey.
The next day I noticed something was missing.
How I searched but she was nowhere to be found.
I asked
"Father, where has Mother gone? Please I need to know."
He turned away, a saddened look upon his face.
"My Son listen to me. Your Mother won't ever come back."
What did I do now?
The years went by so quickly.
Everything about me has changed in some way.
I'm still missing a single wing....
Unaware of me sitting in the corner.
He took another shot of whiskey.
The next day I noticed something was missing.
How I searched but she was nowhere to be found.
I asked
"Father, where has Mother gone? Please I need to know."
He turned away, a saddened look upon his face.
"My Son listen to me. Your Mother won't ever come back."
What did I do now?
The years went by so quickly.
Everything about me has changed in some way.
I'm still missing a single wing....
#separation
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Damaged People...
We're damaged people.
Indifferent to the light or dark.
Aimlessly wandering to places one should be afraid of.
Neither living nor dead.
Barely functioning as expected.
A husk left behind by something truly beautiful.
A deformed freak.
Unsure of where to go.
Everything is the same.
It's all shattering.
I cast no shadow of my own.
For I am not completely whole.
Am I without a soul?
Still I exist.
The damaged mirror.
Stowed away, out of mind.
Quietly knocking in hopes of gaining your...
Indifferent to the light or dark.
Aimlessly wandering to places one should be afraid of.
Neither living nor dead.
Barely functioning as expected.
A husk left behind by something truly beautiful.
A deformed freak.
Unsure of where to go.
Everything is the same.
It's all shattering.
I cast no shadow of my own.
For I am not completely whole.
Am I without a soul?
Still I exist.
The damaged mirror.
Stowed away, out of mind.
Quietly knocking in hopes of gaining your...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Maggots...
#nightmares
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Love and Loathe...
Breathing, excuses.
Desperate for something more.
Loathing your existence.
A parasite beneath the flesh.
No one else is worse.
You're a verse, or a worm,
taking up half the pages of my book.
Don't you understand?
I hate you so much.
It's all behind the mask.
Tearing off my face.
Exposing all I held deep inside.
Exposing all I was afraid admitting.
I love and loathe myself too.
The mirror's image splits into two.
Always at war with one another.
Leaving me a casualty for nothing.
The...
Desperate for something more.
Loathing your existence.
A parasite beneath the flesh.
No one else is worse.
You're a verse, or a worm,
taking up half the pages of my book.
Don't you understand?
I hate you so much.
It's all behind the mask.
Tearing off my face.
Exposing all I held deep inside.
Exposing all I was afraid admitting.
I love and loathe myself too.
The mirror's image splits into two.
Always at war with one another.
Leaving me a casualty for nothing.
The...
#SelfWorth
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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