Submissions by Pepperdust
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2018 3:19am
6th Feb 2018 3:19am
Oxygen
And that's it, you know? Sometimes we need just a little bit of attention. Someone asking for you, someone looking for you and insisting on you. Someone telling you that something sucks without you and that they miss you. And maybe I'm a little selfish or arrogant, whatever, but sometimes you need that one person to tell you these things and do these things for you because it's just not as big if someone else does. And even though your day sucks and your life sucks and everything is a mess and you can't find peace, that person saying and doing these things make your heart a little warmer if...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2018 3:48am
4th Feb 2018 3:48am
Brainstorm
May 4, 2017 9:53 PM
Today was a day spent under the blankets, connected to the wall through my phone recharger, listening to one of the many guys that I love and thinking. A thousand thoughts or more spin around and mix together in a confusion very well known by the many depressed people out there. The feeling of discontentment, disconnection, delusions and floating is a big part of being sad. You never know if you're actually there or if it's just another daydreaming. It might seem unpleasant to feel misplaced and most of the times it actually is but some times it is simply void. These...
Today was a day spent under the blankets, connected to the wall through my phone recharger, listening to one of the many guys that I love and thinking. A thousand thoughts or more spin around and mix together in a confusion very well known by the many depressed people out there. The feeling of discontentment, disconnection, delusions and floating is a big part of being sad. You never know if you're actually there or if it's just another daydreaming. It might seem unpleasant to feel misplaced and most of the times it actually is but some times it is simply void. These...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2018 1:13am
3rd Feb 2018 1:13am
Processing
Another day goes by, another page turns blank. You're still gone, I'm still here.
I see crumbs of your existence, small footsteps of your walk here and there, pictures posted, a couple of blue sticks telling me you know.
We live this pathetic interaction where nobody is never actually gone, a sweet perk of virtual goodbyes on the technology era.
We bleed behind smiley photographs, everyone knows and nobody cares.
I'm glued to this luminous rectangle of information, fighting the crave to contact you. And where are you?
There's a tiny creature screaming, its loudest...
I see crumbs of your existence, small footsteps of your walk here and there, pictures posted, a couple of blue sticks telling me you know.
We live this pathetic interaction where nobody is never actually gone, a sweet perk of virtual goodbyes on the technology era.
We bleed behind smiley photographs, everyone knows and nobody cares.
I'm glued to this luminous rectangle of information, fighting the crave to contact you. And where are you?
There's a tiny creature screaming, its loudest...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2018 3:28am
2nd Feb 2018 3:28am
Fly me to the moon
As we rose above the city, nothing but air surrounding us, I could see the clouds turning into fog, that kind that usually cloaks the mornings on a cold weather, which was the case today. The white cloak hid the whole city after a while, leaving us in a never ending blank space. I found myself wondering about the pilot. My life, and that of all the other passengers, is in the hands of a currently blind person flying through smoke and light, guided by nothing more than a voice and some numbers on a panel. I realized that I could never do such thing. To think of carrying the lives of so many...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2018 3:53am
1st Feb 2018 3:53am
Inevitable
Darkness. Silence surrounding me.
Nothing to be heard but my heartbeat. I guess that shows I'm alive even though I'm so alone.Memories of warmer days when I didn't need this blanket because I had you flood my mind until this loneliness flows through my eyes.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much. But it did, and it does. So what am I supposed to do now?
I wasn't looking for a last name, I didn't care about any labels. All I cared about was you. You and me. But you couldn't deal with that. I was too much for you with my loving and caring....
Nothing to be heard but my heartbeat. I guess that shows I'm alive even though I'm so alone.Memories of warmer days when I didn't need this blanket because I had you flood my mind until this loneliness flows through my eyes.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much. But it did, and it does. So what am I supposed to do now?
I wasn't looking for a last name, I didn't care about any labels. All I cared about was you. You and me. But you couldn't deal with that. I was too much for you with my loving and caring....
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2018 7:56am
31st Jan 2018 7:56am
Rise and fall
Two strangers meet under the moon.
The taste for beer and past memories bring them closer to a kiss, the beginning of such an amazing illusion.
Hands and hearts, tongues and minds colliding trying to fit together.
Fears and sorrows, drama and silence come and cut.
Before the starting line the runners fall and die.
That's the end of nothing.
The taste for beer and past memories bring them closer to a kiss, the beginning of such an amazing illusion.
Hands and hearts, tongues and minds colliding trying to fit together.
Fears and sorrows, drama and silence come and cut.
Before the starting line the runners fall and die.
That's the end of nothing.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2018 11:18pm
29th Jan 2018 11:18pm
Her.
She likes to romanticize tragedy.
Her sadness, a gourmet presentation of poetry.
Tears flow, forced out bright eyes.
She doesn't fake but she is not interested in getting better. Apparently, depression is a good source of material for an artist and she, more than anything, longs to be one.
She is rude and mistreats all those that don't offer something, she pushes people away and smiles for the very few that do and calls that protection. She is not kind, unless she wants something from you.
She loves deeply, cries hard and demands attention. She loves expensive...
Her sadness, a gourmet presentation of poetry.
Tears flow, forced out bright eyes.
She doesn't fake but she is not interested in getting better. Apparently, depression is a good source of material for an artist and she, more than anything, longs to be one.
She is rude and mistreats all those that don't offer something, she pushes people away and smiles for the very few that do and calls that protection. She is not kind, unless she wants something from you.
She loves deeply, cries hard and demands attention. She loves expensive...
559 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Jan 2018 3:53pm
26th Jan 2018 3:53pm
Inertia
Maybe I should, could, would.
If you would, could, wanted.
But you didn't. And I didn't.
So we weren't. We are not.
No "we", you and I.
You.
I.
We.
If you would, could, wanted.
But you didn't. And I didn't.
So we weren't. We are not.
No "we", you and I.
You.
I.
We.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2018 2:40pm
24th Jan 2018 2:40pm
Flatware
You hold me from behind,
Spoon.
Your arms wrap around my waist, one hand cupping my heart, the other close to my center, your fingers ever so gently reaching my waistband.
I want you to go deeper, I want your fingers to actually touch me there, as I want always.
Fork.
Fuck.
But your body starts to weight on me before I can even ask if you're staying and your slow deep breathing on the back of my neck answers me anyways.
You're staying and you're sleeping.
I'm wide awake. But strangely, I'm not upset.
You're sleeping and you're staying. And I am...
Spoon.
Your arms wrap around my waist, one hand cupping my heart, the other close to my center, your fingers ever so gently reaching my waistband.
I want you to go deeper, I want your fingers to actually touch me there, as I want always.
Fork.
Fuck.
But your body starts to weight on me before I can even ask if you're staying and your slow deep breathing on the back of my neck answers me anyways.
You're staying and you're sleeping.
I'm wide awake. But strangely, I'm not upset.
You're sleeping and you're staying. And I am...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2018 10:33am
23rd Jan 2018 10:33am
Long time not friends friends.
It feels unsettling strange to talk to people from your past, specially those with whom you had some kind of intimacy. You feel like you know that person. You spent time with them, you got to know them at least a bit so you feel willing to talk to them again except that you don't know that person anymore. They might keep some of the things you remember, some resemblance to who they are now with the one you got to know but they are no longer the same. You don't know them anymore, so what do you have? What's left? It's weird, you only have your memories together to talk about and in the same...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2018 8:02am
21st Jan 2018 8:02am
Cold hearts, warm fingers.
962 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Jan 2018 11:32pm
20th Jan 2018 11:32pm
Somewhere in dystopia
There is no time for daydreaming in surviving.
Every dream gone, every color faded.
There is only now.
No poetry for the hungry, no music for the wounded.
Life itself is just a memory. Living is just a tale.
There is only breathing.
Feeling is obsolete, love is a distraction. Pleasure is a myth.
There is room for only one thing:
focus.
Step by step, keep moving forward.
No actual hope, simply purpose.
Stay alive until you can live.
Every dream gone, every color faded.
There is only now.
No poetry for the hungry, no music for the wounded.
Life itself is just a memory. Living is just a tale.
There is only breathing.
Feeling is obsolete, love is a distraction. Pleasure is a myth.
There is room for only one thing:
focus.
Step by step, keep moving forward.
No actual hope, simply purpose.
Stay alive until you can live.
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