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
2nd Jul 2017 10:32am
2nd Jul 2017 10:32am
Goodbye
You are my first thought of every day, and the last of every night. For you, my love, I am willing to fight. Through thick and thin, like Jäger and Gin. If you only knew what you meant to me, but if I'm being honest, I'll let this be. They say if I loved you, I'd set you free. Of course I did, but in my thoughts, you're lingering. Your scent, your laugh, your voice, your smile, your skin, your touch, your hair so wild. The thing I dream, a vision so vivid... I know that you hate me, and away you were driven. You were a goddess to me, and I stay unforgiven. The sins I've committed, the wrongs...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 1:25am
2nd Jul 2017 1:25am
Afraid of the Dark
I guess that's the way it goes
With each wicked deed
The blacker my soul grows
Every thought flourishes like a seed
Dark as a murder of crows
Cause who helps me in a time of need
Through these veins the hatred flows
It'd be better if they were open
If my life was bleeding out
It doesnt help that I'm hoping
If I can't open my mouth
I swallow my pride and I'm choking
Dry as the air of drought
As hated as the meth I'm smoking
Anxious with the clouds of doubt
They can never tell when I'm joking
Troubles flowing like...
With each wicked deed
The blacker my soul grows
Every thought flourishes like a seed
Dark as a murder of crows
Cause who helps me in a time of need
Through these veins the hatred flows
It'd be better if they were open
If my life was bleeding out
It doesnt help that I'm hoping
If I can't open my mouth
I swallow my pride and I'm choking
Dry as the air of drought
As hated as the meth I'm smoking
Anxious with the clouds of doubt
They can never tell when I'm joking
Troubles flowing like...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2017 1:10am
2nd Jul 2017 1:10am
Mirror, Mirror
Look into the mirror
What do I see?
A hollowed shell of man
Torn beyond the seem
The mirror I gaze upon
Is broken like my dream
I sold my soul for dirt
Among the many other things
But dirt is what I got
And Hell is what I bring
Shouting obscenities in serentiy
As I'm searching like a fiend
Look into the mirror
This is what I see
Pale skin and blonde hair
Straight and yellowed teeth
Full lips and hazel eyes
With a darkness underneath
I look beyond the surface
A rage boils below
Self loathing and...
What do I see?
A hollowed shell of man
Torn beyond the seem
The mirror I gaze upon
Is broken like my dream
I sold my soul for dirt
Among the many other things
But dirt is what I got
And Hell is what I bring
Shouting obscenities in serentiy
As I'm searching like a fiend
Look into the mirror
This is what I see
Pale skin and blonde hair
Straight and yellowed teeth
Full lips and hazel eyes
With a darkness underneath
I look beyond the surface
A rage boils below
Self loathing and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2017 10:59am
26th Jun 2017 10:59am
How Long Does It Take?
How long does it take?
To get over the loss,
To forget the pain?
A friend, like a brother,
Killed in cold blood, but bore of his mother.
How long does it take?
Before I stop being angry,
Before I start to forgive?
A camper, always so wild
Beaten to death, still just a child.
How long does it take?
For me to move on,
To accept that he's gone?
Bold and fierce, always spoke his mind
A reason for cause is harder to find.
How long does it take?
Impatiently waiting.
Exhaustingly frustrating.
To get over the loss,
To forget the pain?
A friend, like a brother,
Killed in cold blood, but bore of his mother.
How long does it take?
Before I stop being angry,
Before I start to forgive?
A camper, always so wild
Beaten to death, still just a child.
How long does it take?
For me to move on,
To accept that he's gone?
Bold and fierce, always spoke his mind
A reason for cause is harder to find.
How long does it take?
Impatiently waiting.
Exhaustingly frustrating.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2017 5:54am
26th Jun 2017 5:54am
Take a shot
Whether it be from the bottle or a point
Take a shot and feel it hit
Feel the burn and feel the ice
To escape this pain would be so nice
Classic Jack or something cheap
China white or heavy black tar
Feel the warmth and veins collapse
Sinking, sinking, don't stop drinking
Empty pockets, glasses, and needles
Feel like a God among mortal people
Building a tolerance and clientele
Getting hooked on this numbing spell
Burning bridges never felt so well
Out of friends and second guesses
It's time to quit or steal...
Take a shot and feel it hit
Feel the burn and feel the ice
To escape this pain would be so nice
Classic Jack or something cheap
China white or heavy black tar
Feel the warmth and veins collapse
Sinking, sinking, don't stop drinking
Empty pockets, glasses, and needles
Feel like a God among mortal people
Building a tolerance and clientele
Getting hooked on this numbing spell
Burning bridges never felt so well
Out of friends and second guesses
It's time to quit or steal...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jun 2017 2:57am
26th Jun 2017 2:57am
was it love?
They say that by the time we reach twenty-five, we've already met the love our lives...
I'd say they're right, and I let her take time and walk by.
Perhaps, in fact, her skin was white, shining, glimmered in light, she came with a bill. A beautiful sight.
Her touch was numbing, and I was alright.
Her scent left me breathless, restless, and high as a kite.
She cluttered my surface, used up my cash, she turned into powder as each moment passed.
I'm not twenty-five, I've got the rest of my life; it was the love of a drug and...
I'd say they're right, and I let her take time and walk by.
Perhaps, in fact, her skin was white, shining, glimmered in light, she came with a bill. A beautiful sight.
Her touch was numbing, and I was alright.
Her scent left me breathless, restless, and high as a kite.
She cluttered my surface, used up my cash, she turned into powder as each moment passed.
I'm not twenty-five, I've got the rest of my life; it was the love of a drug and...
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