Submissions by Pandamonium (Pandamic)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
New to the poetry scene, would very much like some criticism to better myself and the things i create.
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2016 4:23pm
22nd Nov 2016 4:23pm
Forever Is Too Long
I'm not saying that I'll wait
but your answer won't fall on deaf ears,
in essence its never too late.
The hope is for you to prove me wrong,
but can I really wait forever.
I feel like forever is too long.
Sincerely believe in the possibility,
in the helpless mind of a lovesick fool, I know,
that this dream will never be a reality.
but your answer won't fall on deaf ears,
in essence its never too late.
The hope is for you to prove me wrong,
but can I really wait forever.
I feel like forever is too long.
Sincerely believe in the possibility,
in the helpless mind of a lovesick fool, I know,
that this dream will never be a reality.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2015 2:10pm
1st Feb 2015 2:10pm
You Will Be Mine
We converse like nothing's changed
content with illusion we have remained
friends. I poured words I held for so long
to keep us the same, but it all went wrong.
I spoke delusional words nourished by hope
given by friends, the moment I couldn't cope
being just plutonic, with someone who infuriates
but at the same time infatuates
the very foundation of my soul, I'll long for you
even though no one will have a clue,
through my teeth I'll lie to everyone.
It'll take everything I have until I have none,
the lie that I will tell myself every waking...
content with illusion we have remained
friends. I poured words I held for so long
to keep us the same, but it all went wrong.
I spoke delusional words nourished by hope
given by friends, the moment I couldn't cope
being just plutonic, with someone who infuriates
but at the same time infatuates
the very foundation of my soul, I'll long for you
even though no one will have a clue,
through my teeth I'll lie to everyone.
It'll take everything I have until I have none,
the lie that I will tell myself every waking...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 6:13pm
6th Jan 2015 6:13pm
Don't Expect Me To Fix That Dent In Your Soul
She cries out passionate tears of grandeur,
just to be crushed, broken heart inside her,
she wishes there was more.
Wallowing in self pity exclaiming she isn’t a whore.
She isn’t, she's just someone who loves to much
with a deep need to feel a tender touch.
She’ll come back crying to me for attention,
I’ll tell her i’ll love her, she’ll scoff at the mention.
We can’t because you'll only ever be a friend
and thats the way it’ll be until the end.
How I feel will be something i’ll never control
but don’t come expecting me to fix that dent in your soul.
just to be crushed, broken heart inside her,
she wishes there was more.
Wallowing in self pity exclaiming she isn’t a whore.
She isn’t, she's just someone who loves to much
with a deep need to feel a tender touch.
She’ll come back crying to me for attention,
I’ll tell her i’ll love her, she’ll scoff at the mention.
We can’t because you'll only ever be a friend
and thats the way it’ll be until the end.
How I feel will be something i’ll never control
but don’t come expecting me to fix that dent in your soul.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 4:37pm
4th Jan 2015 4:37pm
Here's to living life miserable.
The very moment I told her,
My lips they did not falter.
Words kept coming out as if just didn't end,
Knowing the more I talk the more it would take to mend.
Then realising just biding the time when she hadn't said no or yes,
Telling her my deep dark need to embrace her by my chest.
Talking and talking just to reserve the moment which I had made the biggest mistake,
realising the friendship we had will never be the same, anything now will just be fake.
A broken bond of friendship unspoken I feel,
always knowing the truth now and unable to heal,
If not...
My lips they did not falter.
Words kept coming out as if just didn't end,
Knowing the more I talk the more it would take to mend.
Then realising just biding the time when she hadn't said no or yes,
Telling her my deep dark need to embrace her by my chest.
Talking and talking just to reserve the moment which I had made the biggest mistake,
realising the friendship we had will never be the same, anything now will just be fake.
A broken bond of friendship unspoken I feel,
always knowing the truth now and unable to heal,
If not...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jan 2015 2:04am
4th Jan 2015 2:04am
Every Man Needs His Muse So Why Can't Mine Be The Bottle
I no longer find myself attached to another.
A muse long gone whom I wrote for.
When I would talk about loving and lusting, her.
I find myself turning to the alternative, drinking,
The catalyst for drunken advances and countless romances, for others.
For me it's a bottle of fuel for my thinking.
I no longer find inspiration in another,
I seek the drink to fill the void,
Not the conventional void left behind either.
Memories fading and the muse I once had is gone.
No longer remembering tiniest of details,
A time where I had...
A muse long gone whom I wrote for.
When I would talk about loving and lusting, her.
I find myself turning to the alternative, drinking,
The catalyst for drunken advances and countless romances, for others.
For me it's a bottle of fuel for my thinking.
I no longer find inspiration in another,
I seek the drink to fill the void,
Not the conventional void left behind either.
Memories fading and the muse I once had is gone.
No longer remembering tiniest of details,
A time where I had...
819 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 3:19am
12th Dec 2014 3:19am
A Inner Thought
I often find myself contemplating therapy,
So hung up about the past, getting it out Into poetry.
Running the replay over and over,
Only to realise its too late it's already past.
Can't be the only one with this problem, what's wrong with me.
Constant scrutiny about the reason why we couldn't be 'we'.
Thinking about specific details from random events,
pointless in hindsight yet I still replay, just to vent.
Therapy, could it be the key to diagnose me.
Is it normal to be this hung up about history?
So hung up about the past, getting it out Into poetry.
Running the replay over and over,
Only to realise its too late it's already past.
Can't be the only one with this problem, what's wrong with me.
Constant scrutiny about the reason why we couldn't be 'we'.
Thinking about specific details from random events,
pointless in hindsight yet I still replay, just to vent.
Therapy, could it be the key to diagnose me.
Is it normal to be this hung up about history?
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2014 3:49am
18th Jun 2014 3:49am
All Again
She wasn't better than all the rest
Only wanting because she played hard to get
I know this and yet
I would do it all again, i must regret.
Go through all of it again.
The anger, the tears, the pain.
Just to be in her presence,
just one more taste of her essence.
It's all i need, all i crave.
Knowingly digging my grave,
i know it will end the same way.
Friends telling me i'm wrong, having their say.
I will ignore the advice,
do it all over twice, perhaps thrice.
All because i know those times were some of the...
Only wanting because she played hard to get
I know this and yet
I would do it all again, i must regret.
Go through all of it again.
The anger, the tears, the pain.
Just to be in her presence,
just one more taste of her essence.
It's all i need, all i crave.
Knowingly digging my grave,
i know it will end the same way.
Friends telling me i'm wrong, having their say.
I will ignore the advice,
do it all over twice, perhaps thrice.
All because i know those times were some of the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 00:39am
16th Jun 2014 00:39am
Drinking Alone Got Me Thinking Alone
As you can see i can't really hide
these emotions that are killing me inside.
The thought of you with someone, while i'm all by myself, alone.
The past few months drinking
got me to really thinking,
why i'm still so obsessed.
When I'm actually quite blessed,
I am rid of someone who didn't care
and now i can start looking for that something rare,
Love, i can start searching far and wide,
try and do it while keeping my pride
but its difficult because i wear my heart on my sleeve
hoping that each girl i love doesn't leave
but they...
these emotions that are killing me inside.
The thought of you with someone, while i'm all by myself, alone.
The past few months drinking
got me to really thinking,
why i'm still so obsessed.
When I'm actually quite blessed,
I am rid of someone who didn't care
and now i can start looking for that something rare,
Love, i can start searching far and wide,
try and do it while keeping my pride
but its difficult because i wear my heart on my sleeve
hoping that each girl i love doesn't leave
but they...
679 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 2:42am
27th Apr 2014 2:42am
I'm To Blame
All these feelings driving me insane.
Sanity, no longer able to maintain.
No longer can i continue this illusion.
Outside, everyone oblivious to all the confusion.
No one see's whats underneath this.
There is no sunshine, rainbows, heavenly bliss,
there is only anger,
anger not aimed at her
but at this fucking loser.
The guy who decided to choose her.
Sanity, no longer able to maintain.
No longer can i continue this illusion.
Outside, everyone oblivious to all the confusion.
No one see's whats underneath this.
There is no sunshine, rainbows, heavenly bliss,
there is only anger,
anger not aimed at her
but at this fucking loser.
The guy who decided to choose her.
664 reads
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