Submissions by Pete66
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dear Life
Dear life, you might hesitate as I have something to ask you
I know its been a while since I considered ending you but I think you might still be angry
I've been thinking that we need to converge
Cause you will end one day and I want to get the best out of you
I'm not sure why we are together which might explain my attitude to you
But I feel I will miss an important step if we don't talk
So life, is there anything you want?
I'm not really sure how you communicate
I feel you most when you are at risk of being extinguished
I spend a lot of...
I know its been a while since I considered ending you but I think you might still be angry
I've been thinking that we need to converge
Cause you will end one day and I want to get the best out of you
I'm not sure why we are together which might explain my attitude to you
But I feel I will miss an important step if we don't talk
So life, is there anything you want?
I'm not really sure how you communicate
I feel you most when you are at risk of being extinguished
I spend a lot of...
#hope
#suicide
#LifeChangingMoment
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Emotional Sunset
The true story of the artist Angus Fairhurst, a (Young British Artist) YBA, who committed suicide by
hanging himself from a tree on 29th March 2008
A true artist, to me, is exposed to an abyss,
A savage and unrelenting catharsis,
And in this intensely dangerous and beautiful land,
They pluck their visions and transmit by hand.
But sometimes, the artist, as they orbit this sun,
Don’t realise that some black holes have begun,
And this Angus, like none of us sane,
Was living this life again and again,
And while Damian Hirst sells...
hanging himself from a tree on 29th March 2008
A true artist, to me, is exposed to an abyss,
A savage and unrelenting catharsis,
And in this intensely dangerous and beautiful land,
They pluck their visions and transmit by hand.
But sometimes, the artist, as they orbit this sun,
Don’t realise that some black holes have begun,
And this Angus, like none of us sane,
Was living this life again and again,
And while Damian Hirst sells...
#death
#suicide
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
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Poem for a recovering mental health patient
Like a river running ever so deep
The Marianna, is she really asleep?
It’s like the day just waits to see
What she will bring to thee
Has she made the decision?
With her mind of precision
Will it be today that her genius will unfold?
Or, again, is it all on hold?
Perhaps tomorrow… for today
There is another play
To orchestrate, and chat divine
Play piano, ever so fine
Poem lines so brilliant… but were we being let in?
Yes, and no, perhaps and look, but don’t look
Look again, but only back, and to the side
Who’s in...
The Marianna, is she really asleep?
It’s like the day just waits to see
What she will bring to thee
Has she made the decision?
With her mind of precision
Will it be today that her genius will unfold?
Or, again, is it all on hold?
Perhaps tomorrow… for today
There is another play
To orchestrate, and chat divine
Play piano, ever so fine
Poem lines so brilliant… but were we being let in?
Yes, and no, perhaps and look, but don’t look
Look again, but only back, and to the side
Who’s in...
#depression
#hope
#MentalHealth
#despair
#healing
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It's Only Natural
I would have picked you flowers up the hill
But there was a lot of bees on them
And I kept going back ‘cause the flowers were pretty
Lots of shades of purple
I kept being drawn back
Pulled by the will to connect to you
In my mind you are a stunning flower
And my attention is the attracted bees
Filling with the bounty of your beauty
As I watched the bees
I felt the bees
And I started to enjoy their movement
And that was it
I was sharing a moment
Being connected to the flowers
Connected to the bees
Connected to...
But there was a lot of bees on them
And I kept going back ‘cause the flowers were pretty
Lots of shades of purple
I kept being drawn back
Pulled by the will to connect to you
In my mind you are a stunning flower
And my attention is the attracted bees
Filling with the bounty of your beauty
As I watched the bees
I felt the bees
And I started to enjoy their movement
And that was it
I was sharing a moment
Being connected to the flowers
Connected to the bees
Connected to...
#love
#flowers
#nature #bees
#nature #bees
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Annoying Psychologist coming onto the Psych ward
I always get drawn in
and she just plays the fucking matron
and does that ignoring thing that is very effective at belittling people
and that makes me angry,
makes me feel a little dumb,
I need to pre-empt interactions with her as she is always fucking doing it,
she is interfering and annoying,
in fact she is a fucking disgrace,
has no place,
should not start,
or,
am I outsmarted,
am I out-positioned constantly,
that is so fucking annoying,
the – oh you don’t belong to this group,
it just staggers me...
and she just plays the fucking matron
and does that ignoring thing that is very effective at belittling people
and that makes me angry,
makes me feel a little dumb,
I need to pre-empt interactions with her as she is always fucking doing it,
she is interfering and annoying,
in fact she is a fucking disgrace,
has no place,
should not start,
or,
am I outsmarted,
am I out-positioned constantly,
that is so fucking annoying,
the – oh you don’t belong to this group,
it just staggers me...
#anger
#SelfReflection
#philosophical #SelfWorth
#philosophical #SelfWorth
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Words Not Coming
When the words don’t pout
Don’t let themselves be sexy and giving
When your words are flat, very page-like
When the words are deflated, anticipated, too fucking boring
When your words just seem to wait for you
Hey
What do you do?
I soften, I repose, I let lines snake and nose
I wander, hands freely
Limbs soft and silk steely
I give over
Give out
Get some
Leave some out
I seduce the air
Snare the light
Pour the ink
Start a fight
Get my pen between
The legs of humanity
The crack of...
Don’t let themselves be sexy and giving
When your words are flat, very page-like
When the words are deflated, anticipated, too fucking boring
When your words just seem to wait for you
Hey
What do you do?
I soften, I repose, I let lines snake and nose
I wander, hands freely
Limbs soft and silk steely
I give over
Give out
Get some
Leave some out
I seduce the air
Snare the light
Pour the ink
Start a fight
Get my pen between
The legs of humanity
The crack of...
#regret
#peace
#despair
#disappointment
#SelfDiscovery
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New Controllers on the Psych Ward
They want surveillance
They want choke
They want a hand around your neck
A finger down your throat
They want to know if you know
That they are watching you
That they
Know better
They are the controllers
Who have been told
That to know what is going on
Will make everything better
Because they believe
They know the best way to do things
They have been promoted you know
They believe that all things run better their way
They are the decay
Of trust and experience
Of intuition and care
They, the...
They want choke
They want a hand around your neck
A finger down your throat
They want to know if you know
That they are watching you
That they
Know better
They are the controllers
Who have been told
That to know what is going on
Will make everything better
Because they believe
They know the best way to do things
They have been promoted you know
They believe that all things run better their way
They are the decay
Of trust and experience
Of intuition and care
They, the...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#frustration #job
#frustration #job
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Poem Head
here on these pages, I woe,
I let myself go,
as I search,
for who I am to be,
so who,
am I to be,
I’ll be the poetry lines,
the poetry mind,
I’ll be the metaphor,
the simile,
the character appearing,
the flower of glee,
I’ll be the protagonist,
the arch villainess,
the tiger,
the hilltop,
the town Inverness,
I’ll be scrambled and squeezed,
put in line,
out of time,
rigid,
freeform,
never to be told,
I’m death,
revisited,
never growing old
I let myself go,
as I search,
for who I am to be,
so who,
am I to be,
I’ll be the poetry lines,
the poetry mind,
I’ll be the metaphor,
the simile,
the character appearing,
the flower of glee,
I’ll be the protagonist,
the arch villainess,
the tiger,
the hilltop,
the town Inverness,
I’ll be scrambled and squeezed,
put in line,
out of time,
rigid,
freeform,
never to be told,
I’m death,
revisited,
never growing old
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
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In a Dark Place
I am god here
I get goddesses just for fun
I get the arty despondent girls for fun
I get depression as a dance class
I get anxiety as a gameshow
I get autism in the evenings
Psychosis afternoon tea
I get oppositional just for pleasure
I get defiant as a vibe
I’m the trauma you always dreamed of
Sudden is my heartbeat, the foetal furl
Complex? Nah, I’m catatonic
A flashback series three
I’m snakes of the harm
Self to the rim
I’m ready to over
Dose
Myself
With a bit better life
So I’m choices ...
I get goddesses just for fun
I get the arty despondent girls for fun
I get depression as a dance class
I get anxiety as a gameshow
I get autism in the evenings
Psychosis afternoon tea
I get oppositional just for pleasure
I get defiant as a vibe
I’m the trauma you always dreamed of
Sudden is my heartbeat, the foetal furl
Complex? Nah, I’m catatonic
A flashback series three
I’m snakes of the harm
Self to the rim
I’m ready to over
Dose
Myself
With a bit better life
So I’m choices ...
#anxiety
#love
#depression #MentalHealth
#depression #MentalHealth
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Don't Do It
Time lapse, tyres screech
horns blaze about death, broken bones
is this to be the last stand?
Two people here
an event planned
“DON’T!”
“WAIT!”
“I’ll come up with something.”
Throwing myself in the road
stopping cars
hugging till help arrives
till there is support
I am alone
you are alone
and we stand on the edge of being and brutal injury
my mind flashing with images
a body tossed in the air
flesh and bone and metal
how do I care?
What do I do here but give you a hug and hope
be the wall...
horns blaze about death, broken bones
is this to be the last stand?
Two people here
an event planned
“DON’T!”
“WAIT!”
“I’ll come up with something.”
Throwing myself in the road
stopping cars
hugging till help arrives
till there is support
I am alone
you are alone
and we stand on the edge of being and brutal injury
my mind flashing with images
a body tossed in the air
flesh and bone and metal
how do I care?
What do I do here but give you a hug and hope
be the wall...
#hope
#suicide
#MentalHealth #fear
#MentalHealth #fear
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Dead Pheasants (a poem about caring)
What happened to you?
Why were you in the road?
Why didn’t you fly away?
It’s your own fault
You have wings you know
So you could have flown away
I hate looking at you now
You’re so needy
With your broken wings
And guts all over the road
I might just drive by
And ignore you
I won’t drive over you though
I will see you and feel a sense of horror
But I will keep driving
Keep driving
One day I might reach my destination
But not today
Because I turn back
I park my car
And I carefully peel...
Why were you in the road?
Why didn’t you fly away?
It’s your own fault
You have wings you know
So you could have flown away
I hate looking at you now
You’re so needy
With your broken wings
And guts all over the road
I might just drive by
And ignore you
I won’t drive over you though
I will see you and feel a sense of horror
But I will keep driving
Keep driving
One day I might reach my destination
But not today
Because I turn back
I park my car
And I carefully peel...
#kindness
#suicide
#MentalHealth #frustration
#MentalHealth #frustration
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Dangerous Friend
My shadow does not need the light,
does not bother to be polite,
doesn’t care about proper or what should be,
my shadow invades every part of me,
my shadow swears and fucks inside,
touches things I can’t decide,
it rules and breaks and covers all,
shiny like a latex ball,
because my shadow likes to reflect,
tells me we’re the best one yet,
I swear it could destroy my life,
but it says I always worry too much.
does not bother to be polite,
doesn’t care about proper or what should be,
my shadow invades every part of me,
my shadow swears and fucks inside,
touches things I can’t decide,
it rules and breaks and covers all,
shiny like a latex ball,
because my shadow likes to reflect,
tells me we’re the best one yet,
I swear it could destroy my life,
but it says I always worry too much.
#strength
#courage
#dark
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7 Comments
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