Submissions by ParadoxZero
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An imprisoned soul longing to be free I stumbled upon this place while searching for a place to be. I started asking questions and breaking traditional rules. I am a poet and I am a fool. Trapped, I want not be. As a poet, I be me.
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2018 1:28am
25th Jul 2018 1:28am
Time
We’re all born to meet our demise
To love and to lose, then, we may die
We bow our heads, we scream and we cry
It’ll happen one day, eyes on the sky
We spread our wings and start to fly
I believe in us, in you and in I
Forever is a long time
Don’t let it pass us by
To love and to lose, then, we may die
We bow our heads, we scream and we cry
It’ll happen one day, eyes on the sky
We spread our wings and start to fly
I believe in us, in you and in I
Forever is a long time
Don’t let it pass us by
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#dating
671 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2018 4:25am
18th Jul 2018 4:25am
Sleep
As my head hits the pillow
I think of our house and our willow
As I close my eyes
I think of me and you
And what we can do
So much that I promise
As I am your accomplice
I think this is Love
So much that I think of
I cry because as it may seem
That this is only a dream
I think of our house and our willow
As I close my eyes
I think of me and you
And what we can do
So much that I promise
As I am your accomplice
I think this is Love
So much that I think of
I cry because as it may seem
That this is only a dream
#happiness
#love
#relationships #FallingInLove
#relationships #FallingInLove
489 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2018 1:13am
4th Jul 2018 1:13am
My Daughter
To my little girl,
I’m no father to you, and one day you’ll know. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you grow inside your first home. I didn’t get to hold you after your first breath. I was too busy selling coke and smoking meth. I wanted to be there, but I caused your mom too much stress. I wasn’t good, and I surely didn’t try my best. Your mom loved me once, and I made her hate me. I thought it’d be best if you never knew who I was. Not then, not now, not ever. You can hate me all you want; it’s probably for the better. You can’t hate me as much as I hate myself because I’m the one who...
I’m no father to you, and one day you’ll know. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you grow inside your first home. I didn’t get to hold you after your first breath. I was too busy selling coke and smoking meth. I wanted to be there, but I caused your mom too much stress. I wasn’t good, and I surely didn’t try my best. Your mom loved me once, and I made her hate me. I thought it’d be best if you never knew who I was. Not then, not now, not ever. You can hate me all you want; it’s probably for the better. You can’t hate me as much as I hate myself because I’m the one who...
#children
#birth
#drugs
#addiction
#separation
710 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2018 8:40am
23rd Jun 2018 8:40am
Wasteland
Toxic spills and dollar bills
Hollow needles, poppin pills
An empty void; those may fill
I feel like trash in a garbage pail
Where ships once sailed
They sink and fail
Burnt bridges and broken rails
Birds that once flew
Now flop and flail
Like dying fish upon the banks
I said no because it’d be like this
Starting fresh, and climbing ranks
Feeling angry, feeling blue
I rebuild and start anew
I’ve been here once
A time or two
Broken bottles and shattered pipes
I’m a wasteland
Useless, and just not right
Hollow needles, poppin pills
An empty void; those may fill
I feel like trash in a garbage pail
Where ships once sailed
They sink and fail
Burnt bridges and broken rails
Birds that once flew
Now flop and flail
Like dying fish upon the banks
I said no because it’d be like this
Starting fresh, and climbing ranks
Feeling angry, feeling blue
I rebuild and start anew
I’ve been here once
A time or two
Broken bottles and shattered pipes
I’m a wasteland
Useless, and just not right
#depression
#drugs
#addiction
617 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2018 9:09am
24th May 2018 9:09am
My Flower
She is a delicate flower that was surely in need. She is beautiful and colorful; sprouting from seed. She was fed with the rain and smothered by weeds, but she still followed the sun and danced in the breeze. She is not to be plucked, and I’m thankful to see.
#love
#strength
#support
#admiration
#respect
686 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2018 2:50am
24th May 2018 2:50am
My Love
Nostalgic... mesmerizing... I should have kissed her then, maybe that would’ve held me over while she’s gone now... I knew I was already addicted to something, and it poured from our lungs, but I find myself with addictive behaviors regarding the mere thought of her... I was finding reasons to isolate myself, yet I didn’t want to be alone. The only times I felt comfortable were the moments I spent with her; I felt like I was home. Afraid of what it would be to lose her, the anxiety of wondering what it would mean. Just like the substance, I only wanted more. More of the feeling, more of the...
#love
#drugs
#addiction
#FallingInLove
#support
529 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2018 7:50pm
16th Apr 2018 7:50pm
Fly Away
Keep your money
Lose your pride
I’ll just pay bills
And then I’ll die
What a wonderful life
Another white lie
I’m staring straight down
I just wanna fly
Lose your pride
I’ll just pay bills
And then I’ll die
What a wonderful life
Another white lie
I’m staring straight down
I just wanna fly
#sadness
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#illness
487 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2018 11:17am
1st Apr 2018 11:17am
Dope
We were dope friends “turnt” to dope fiends. We had nice cars and dope things. Platinum chains and gold rings; kissed ‘em goodbye like the rest of my dreams. We spent weeks alone, just wishing we were home. Two months away, we were frying our brains just to ease the pain. Popping, snorting, smoking, and needles in our veins because it’s easier to cover up than it is to explain. Until it starts to show, plain as day, and we would look insane. We would stay up late, getting into trouble... We chased that white dragon with our lips on the bubble. Love feels good, even when it’s toxic. Dope is...
#relationships
#SelfHarm
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
714 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jan 2018 2:47pm
13th Jan 2018 2:47pm
5 years
5 years of hiding from what I’ve seen, and now I leave the shadows. 5 years of finding the life of the party, but that was 5 years wasted because she had always been in the room. 5 years of uncertainty and self destruction, and we were dying together. 5 years gone by, and still side by side. That’s 5 years without going hand in hand; her’s not in mine... Today, I’m glad that those 5 years passed, I’m glad I spent them awkwardly sitting in the corner of a room, listening, laughing, acting like I never had an interest besides just being a friend because I would have never learned to love...
#PopCulture
627 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2018 11:42am
6th Jan 2018 11:42am
Relapse
I’ll push myself down to the last penny. She still fucked with me when I came out broke... why do I do this to myself? Oh yeah... relapse reminded me. Reminded me of the stress and torment that I’d put my body through, and as I thought I was thinking clearly, the only thing clear on my mind was the drug of choice. I thought I had dreams and goals, aspirations and epiphanies, only to realize that I’ve shattered them like the stuff in my quarter sized bag. I’d push myself to sheer exhaustion, and when shit built up I’d throw everything on remedial issues. Now, I can’t help but to think that I’m...
#drugs
#prose
#addiction #myself
#addiction #myself
909 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2017 7:26am
17th Nov 2017 7:26am
Anxiously Depressed
They say don’t worry and it’ll be okay, but it’s not just today. How do you speak when there’s nothing to say? When you feel so broken and it won’t go away... I close my lips and I start to pray... but that never works when my thoughts run stray.
#MentalHealth
#emptiness
615 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 8:59am
16th Nov 2017 8:59am
Antisocial
Just stay away from me.
This isn’t easy;
It’’s not supposed to be.
I’m just a time bomb
It’ll just be another day
When I’m gone.
This isn’t easy;
It’’s not supposed to be.
I’m just a time bomb
It’ll just be another day
When I’m gone.
#myself
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
726 reads
2 Comments
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