Submissions by Panda-Paw (UrbanPoe)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An amateur by the very meaning. My words are simple and used, but I like to pretend that I am able to put them into a context which appeals to the reader anyhow.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Jul 2016 00:46am
30th Jul 2016 00:46am
Truce
It did not appear slowly, like the first rays of sunlight. It was there, suddenly - like a car crash on the inside of my skull. I was scared, and I did not want to admit to it, because I didn't want to be labeled as "one of those". To be put in a box where people could lift the lid every once in a while, and throw some sympathy down to me when they felt I might need it. To feel better about themselves. I did not want to be looked at with sorrowful eyes and choke on pills. I did not want people to think me weak. So I ignored all the signs. I ignored my mind screaming every morning...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 8:29pm
7th Jul 2016 8:29pm
Borderline
I'm so close to crying,
But I can't tell you why.
I'm not sure you'd get it,
So I don't even try.
I'd like for you to know,
I don't like how I behave.
It's really not on purpose.
I really hope you'll stay.
I don't really mean any
Of those nasty things I say,
It's only because I fear,
you'll leave me some day.
I'm tired of being hurt.
I feel like I'm low on love,
And I don't want to stay,
forever a mourning dove.
I'm in need of someone,
Who'd scare away my fears.
And someone who could
Wipe away my tears....
But I can't tell you why.
I'm not sure you'd get it,
So I don't even try.
I'd like for you to know,
I don't like how I behave.
It's really not on purpose.
I really hope you'll stay.
I don't really mean any
Of those nasty things I say,
It's only because I fear,
you'll leave me some day.
I'm tired of being hurt.
I feel like I'm low on love,
And I don't want to stay,
forever a mourning dove.
I'm in need of someone,
Who'd scare away my fears.
And someone who could
Wipe away my tears....
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair #suffering
#despair #suffering
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2016 1:56pm
16th Mar 2016 1:56pm
My December
She had the autumn in her voice,
Her laughter slightly hoarse.
A sound of crisp leaves in rejoice
Summer danced playfully in her hair,
Golden locks, always a mess.
like sunrays on a still lake with flair.
You could see spring in her eyes,
Glittering and mesmerizing.
Promises of all new life yet to rise.
But her body held the winter cold,
Covering her skin and bones.
A tight grip I could never unfold.
Her laughter slightly hoarse.
A sound of crisp leaves in rejoice
Summer danced playfully in her hair,
Golden locks, always a mess.
like sunrays on a still lake with flair.
You could see spring in her eyes,
Glittering and mesmerizing.
Promises of all new life yet to rise.
But her body held the winter cold,
Covering her skin and bones.
A tight grip I could never unfold.
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2016 6:04pm
11th Feb 2016 6:04pm
Unsettled
I heard you were in the need of a friend.
Maybe we can go together, since I need as well.
You say you're a little lost and that life is very hard.
I just need to be near someone, who isn't tearing me apart.
I need someone to make my halves a whole,
While you want to make life a little less foul.
Together, we're a perfect combi of misery,
Not quite broken, but each of us with injury.
You and I would walk this long, rocky road,
Each of us carrying our own sorrowful load
Knowing we're not quite together, but not quite alone.
Bound by the...
Maybe we can go together, since I need as well.
You say you're a little lost and that life is very hard.
I just need to be near someone, who isn't tearing me apart.
I need someone to make my halves a whole,
While you want to make life a little less foul.
Together, we're a perfect combi of misery,
Not quite broken, but each of us with injury.
You and I would walk this long, rocky road,
Each of us carrying our own sorrowful load
Knowing we're not quite together, but not quite alone.
Bound by the...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2013 8:00pm
29th Oct 2013 8:00pm
Where?
Seven dreams.
Seven streams.
Seven paths to walk.
I feel like I am standing still in my mind. With my seven choices, I am overwhelmed. I am frightened. I look for you in my frantic panic, because you are so much more sensible. Finding you is finding me. But you are no where to be found. I have my own responsibility. I have my own response.
So I'm closing my eyes to find ease, and dreams of falling - because the falling are free. In a free fall, the thoughts will not have control. Everything is so monotone and without lively rhythm. How am I supposed...
Seven streams.
Seven paths to walk.
I feel like I am standing still in my mind. With my seven choices, I am overwhelmed. I am frightened. I look for you in my frantic panic, because you are so much more sensible. Finding you is finding me. But you are no where to be found. I have my own responsibility. I have my own response.
So I'm closing my eyes to find ease, and dreams of falling - because the falling are free. In a free fall, the thoughts will not have control. Everything is so monotone and without lively rhythm. How am I supposed...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2013 8:27pm
28th Oct 2013 8:27pm
Trouble Will Find Me
I tried to get a hold,
tried to get a grip.
Tried to find my place,
to not let it slip.
But it all crashed,
it came tumbling down.
Removed my happy face,
and replaced it with a frown
There are so many battles that I've fought.
Some I won, many I lost
Staring at my reflection in the mirror,
Hating that the one I see is me.
tried to get a grip.
Tried to find my place,
to not let it slip.
But it all crashed,
it came tumbling down.
Removed my happy face,
and replaced it with a frown
There are so many battles that I've fought.
Some I won, many I lost
Staring at my reflection in the mirror,
Hating that the one I see is me.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2012 1:35am
9th Oct 2012 1:35am
Underground
It's a crowded, smoke filled place,
With loud sounds crashing over me like a wave.
Hectic lights blind my eyes, and I stumble with shaking legs.
I feel like my soul and body tries to renege.
Some says this is life, others says this is death,
But there's something about this place that I cannot forget.
Its a place full of stress and it weights me down,
But these neon lights feels like the goldest crown.
People here are full of lust, its hidden in their smiles,
Want to let go of all control, but myself I must compile,
Accept a flatter, smile...
With loud sounds crashing over me like a wave.
Hectic lights blind my eyes, and I stumble with shaking legs.
I feel like my soul and body tries to renege.
Some says this is life, others says this is death,
But there's something about this place that I cannot forget.
Its a place full of stress and it weights me down,
But these neon lights feels like the goldest crown.
People here are full of lust, its hidden in their smiles,
Want to let go of all control, but myself I must compile,
Accept a flatter, smile...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2012 1:02am
9th Oct 2012 1:02am
When Enough
Wrap my body up in bubblewrath, so I'll have no more bruises.
Wrap my heart in iron, so you cannot lift and use it.
Wrap my mind in arrogance, so I won't be left all sore
Wrap my tears in cotton white, so it'll hide the pain I endure.
Wrap my heart in iron, so you cannot lift and use it.
Wrap my mind in arrogance, so I won't be left all sore
Wrap my tears in cotton white, so it'll hide the pain I endure.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2012 12:54pm
7th May 2012 12:54pm
Free
Have you ever wanted to be something so unimpressing as a plasticbag?
Yeah, of course I realize that this isn't exactly the greatest compliment; to be compared to something made entirely of plastic, used to contain other people's crap... Its not like I want to be artificial. But really... Have you never envied the object for it's ability to simply drift away, carried by just a light wave of a breeze?
Have you never envied it for lingering in the rays of the sun, lazily and contently?
I want to feel nature. I want to get carried away and dance with the wind, I want to bathe in...
Yeah, of course I realize that this isn't exactly the greatest compliment; to be compared to something made entirely of plastic, used to contain other people's crap... Its not like I want to be artificial. But really... Have you never envied the object for it's ability to simply drift away, carried by just a light wave of a breeze?
Have you never envied it for lingering in the rays of the sun, lazily and contently?
I want to feel nature. I want to get carried away and dance with the wind, I want to bathe in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 8:13am
6th Jan 2012 8:13am
Find Me
Baby, come a little closer,
Oh, oh, oh.
I saw a glint in your eyes, just a moment ago,
A beautiful colour; a wonderful glow.
Wrap your arms around me, let me feel your frame,
'Cause without you this world feels so strange.
Your voice is soft, like talking to a child,
Your heartbeat in my ears; a music so mild.
So, baby, come closer - please be mine.
Oh, oh, oh.
I saw a glint in your eyes, just a moment ago,
A beautiful colour; a wonderful glow.
Wrap your arms around me, let me feel your frame,
'Cause without you this world feels so strange.
Your voice is soft, like talking to a child,
Your heartbeat in my ears; a music so mild.
So, baby, come closer - please be mine.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Dec 2011 12:41pm
16th Dec 2011 12:41pm
I Still Remember...
Remember when we met down by the water in the middle of the night? How we talked for hours about space, earth and everything in between? You would always wear a wry smile, glancing at the shimmering stars. A thoughtful, but content look would grace your face as you parted plumb lips to speak.
"Heaven must be an awfully dull place if your best friends end up elsewhere. Say, if you were to die before me, ask if you could bring a friend!"
You would say just that with the wry smile of yours and the amused spark in your eyes. Just then silence would fall upon us. It is still a...
"Heaven must be an awfully dull place if your best friends end up elsewhere. Say, if you were to die before me, ask if you could bring a friend!"
You would say just that with the wry smile of yours and the amused spark in your eyes. Just then silence would fall upon us. It is still a...
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