Submissions by Perceived_Duality
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
21st Sep 2017 10:38pm
21st Sep 2017 10:38pm
Edge
I spin round and round on the edge, waiting for the fall.
I feel the pull, the need for connection beckoning me.
I push the guilt away, just far enough to justify my descent.
I awaken momentarily, with pure rawness guiding me.
I bask in this version of myself, released from my inhibitions.
I feel each desire completely, with no room for shame.
The moments pass, as time unfolds itself.
I am left reflecting......
The edge looks different now.
Guilt has climbed the wall with me, shaming my deeds.
It lingers above the surface,...
I feel the pull, the need for connection beckoning me.
I push the guilt away, just far enough to justify my descent.
I awaken momentarily, with pure rawness guiding me.
I bask in this version of myself, released from my inhibitions.
I feel each desire completely, with no room for shame.
The moments pass, as time unfolds itself.
I am left reflecting......
The edge looks different now.
Guilt has climbed the wall with me, shaming my deeds.
It lingers above the surface,...
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1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2017 10:30pm
8th Sep 2017 10:30pm
Poison
Help me survive the day.
So many players pulling my strings,
So many mountains to climb.
Swallow the poison to survive the day.
The taste is a fleeting spark.
As evening brings truth,
There wasn't enough time,
There wasn't enough of me to go around.
Now please......
Help me survive the night.
So many thoughts of guilt,
So many charges left unsatisfied.
Swallow the poison to survive the night.
The taste has left me undone.
As the cycle is too much to bare,
Subdue my thoughts for a few hours
Tranquility is left...
So many players pulling my strings,
So many mountains to climb.
Swallow the poison to survive the day.
The taste is a fleeting spark.
As evening brings truth,
There wasn't enough time,
There wasn't enough of me to go around.
Now please......
Help me survive the night.
So many thoughts of guilt,
So many charges left unsatisfied.
Swallow the poison to survive the night.
The taste has left me undone.
As the cycle is too much to bare,
Subdue my thoughts for a few hours
Tranquility is left...
682 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2017 9:10pm
8th Sep 2017 9:10pm
Take Me
Take me
I tell you no, but my being says yes.
Bond me
It’s a fine line. Will you cross it?
Conquer me
Will you puncture me? Will you see past me?
Overcome me
Will you go too far? Will you disrespect me?
Break me
How do you know where the line is, when I don’t?
Release me
I tell you no, but my being says yes.
Bond me
It’s a fine line. Will you cross it?
Conquer me
Will you puncture me? Will you see past me?
Overcome me
Will you go too far? Will you disrespect me?
Break me
How do you know where the line is, when I don’t?
Release me
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 6:32pm
7th Sep 2017 6:32pm
Tangled
Who are you?
Tangled roles confuse your sole
Are you the caretaker,
the patron of others whims?
Are you the victim,
who let herself be abused?
Are you the muse,
To another’s delight?
Are you the rock,
who has bared the storm?
Who are you?
Are you the root,
the inducer of your own pain?
Are you the enabler,
Who doesn’t know how to say no?
Are you the origin,
The author of your own despair?
Who are you?
Tangled roles bind your sole.
Tangled roles confuse your sole
Are you the caretaker,
the patron of others whims?
Are you the victim,
who let herself be abused?
Are you the muse,
To another’s delight?
Are you the rock,
who has bared the storm?
Who are you?
Are you the root,
the inducer of your own pain?
Are you the enabler,
Who doesn’t know how to say no?
Are you the origin,
The author of your own despair?
Who are you?
Tangled roles bind your sole.
498 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2017 6:31pm
7th Sep 2017 6:31pm
A Mother's Duty
It was her duty as a mother, her obligation to care for the child.
But the love came unconditionally as she was told it would.
The love saturated her very being and lit her path.
The needs of the child came first and the sacrifice second nature.
Her exhaustion was masked by smiles of joy and awe at the miracle she bore.
The days passed in a magnificent blur and the mother lost herself within them.
The child thrived, but the mother forgot how to live inside of her own love.
But the love came unconditionally as she was told it would.
The love saturated her very being and lit her path.
The needs of the child came first and the sacrifice second nature.
Her exhaustion was masked by smiles of joy and awe at the miracle she bore.
The days passed in a magnificent blur and the mother lost herself within them.
The child thrived, but the mother forgot how to live inside of her own love.
429 reads
2 Comments
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