Submissions by PhantomPhace
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
looking for words for what cannot be said
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Apr 2019 3:21am
10th Apr 2019 3:21am
Ode to My One True Love
Oh my one true love,
Where do you dwell?
Though I’ve never seen your face
I know your spirit so well.
Every feature, the perfect complement to me,
So no more than five eight-and-a-half
But at least five foot three.
Now, just know that I don’t really like to be picky,
But getting the right eye color is gonna be tricky.
You see, it has to match with what I wear day to day;
Well, grey eyes are good because I like to wear grey.
Brown eyes or black don’t match with most of my things,
But I guess it’s alright for a one night fling. ...
Where do you dwell?
Though I’ve never seen your face
I know your spirit so well.
Every feature, the perfect complement to me,
So no more than five eight-and-a-half
But at least five foot three.
Now, just know that I don’t really like to be picky,
But getting the right eye color is gonna be tricky.
You see, it has to match with what I wear day to day;
Well, grey eyes are good because I like to wear grey.
Brown eyes or black don’t match with most of my things,
But I guess it’s alright for a one night fling. ...
#love
#dreams
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2019 3:14am
10th Apr 2019 3:14am
Ode to Failure
The light of dawn shall never break
Upon the math test I’ve yet to take.
Failure calls upon the hour
And puts me in a mood quite sour.
For I’ll be plagued by many E’s
And grow up to work at Mickey D’s,
Or better yet on Baltimore Street,
Where some fine gentleman I shall meet;
I’ll have his babies, he’ll have his ladies,
While I drive around in his Mercedes.
Draped in silk, I’ll lounge by the pool,
Make love to the Latino pool-boy, Juan Santos Raul.
Then we’ll divorce while I drink cranberry mors,
Watching Juan...
Upon the math test I’ve yet to take.
Failure calls upon the hour
And puts me in a mood quite sour.
For I’ll be plagued by many E’s
And grow up to work at Mickey D’s,
Or better yet on Baltimore Street,
Where some fine gentleman I shall meet;
I’ll have his babies, he’ll have his ladies,
While I drive around in his Mercedes.
Draped in silk, I’ll lounge by the pool,
Make love to the Latino pool-boy, Juan Santos Raul.
Then we’ll divorce while I drink cranberry mors,
Watching Juan...
#school
#fate
#funny
366 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2019 2:33am
9th Apr 2019 2:33am
There is no right
There is no right, there is only my song
and resolution can never come.
The world I inhabit only goes deeper,
the pain that drives the movement blisters on.
With age the answers do not come;
the questions merely change.
The world I discover hums along
to its own brutal currency:
three minutes of ecstasy
for thirty thousand miles of despair,
for all the castles in the air
to meet their maker on the floor.
and resolution can never come.
The world I inhabit only goes deeper,
the pain that drives the movement blisters on.
With age the answers do not come;
the questions merely change.
The world I discover hums along
to its own brutal currency:
three minutes of ecstasy
for thirty thousand miles of despair,
for all the castles in the air
to meet their maker on the floor.
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
283 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 5:25pm
8th Apr 2019 5:25pm
Something in Me
Something in me,
Something I’ve recently come to see,
Stands aside and watches my failure,
Watches my shame,
The delirious joy of my ego’s game.
Something in me
Something that’s never been there before
Sees my reality more and more
Tumbling down
In mechanical thoughts, I see how I drown.
One-way life
Inescapable fate.
I know tomorrow a day ahead.
Always the same
But I can never resist,
I’m powerless against the cycle’s twist.
I walk my path
The path that’s my own,
The labyrinth of all...
Something I’ve recently come to see,
Stands aside and watches my failure,
Watches my shame,
The delirious joy of my ego’s game.
Something in me
Something that’s never been there before
Sees my reality more and more
Tumbling down
In mechanical thoughts, I see how I drown.
One-way life
Inescapable fate.
I know tomorrow a day ahead.
Always the same
But I can never resist,
I’m powerless against the cycle’s twist.
I walk my path
The path that’s my own,
The labyrinth of all...
#SelfDiscovery
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 1:19am
8th Apr 2019 1:19am
Inevitable Harmony
I know the answer
I know just how it should be
A thing practically intangible,
Such is its harmony.
A vision, a feeling, a reality,
But if only I had the courage or the clarity.
I’m blinded by ideals, choked with emotion,
Distracted by attractions, with a strong fantasy notion.
2005
I know just how it should be
A thing practically intangible,
Such is its harmony.
A vision, a feeling, a reality,
But if only I had the courage or the clarity.
I’m blinded by ideals, choked with emotion,
Distracted by attractions, with a strong fantasy notion.
2005
#faith
#SelfReflection
400 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 1:16am
8th Apr 2019 1:16am
Poem to a Song
Oh my body’s spent and tired,
Heat in my face, I feel the fire.
The notes of the song fill my soul with a flood.
Bursting with rapture as I sit in my blood.
Spill the emotions that bring back the tears,
To the liquid reflection that looks back so clear,
To the beautiful pools of everlasting Spring,
And the light lifts you up by your sunlit wing.
With a snap, feel it shatter as the stars descend.
To the bleeding heart spinning with madness, chaos heralds the end.
Spiral down to the everlasting spiral of gloom.
Out of helpless control...
Heat in my face, I feel the fire.
The notes of the song fill my soul with a flood.
Bursting with rapture as I sit in my blood.
Spill the emotions that bring back the tears,
To the liquid reflection that looks back so clear,
To the beautiful pools of everlasting Spring,
And the light lifts you up by your sunlit wing.
With a snap, feel it shatter as the stars descend.
To the bleeding heart spinning with madness, chaos heralds the end.
Spiral down to the everlasting spiral of gloom.
Out of helpless control...
#anxiety
#music
#freedom #StreamOfConsciousness
#freedom #StreamOfConsciousness
344 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Apr 2019 3:30am
7th Apr 2019 3:30am
Devotion
#love
#death
#drugs
#addiction
#mystery
431 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2019 9:47pm
4th Apr 2019 9:47pm
Consequence
This is what I get,
This is all the pain I get,
For playing like a sweetly smiling devil.
I had you in my trap,
And you know I abused that.
A little toy in which my fantasies could revel.
It’s just what I deserve,
To be left all alone,
Cry, can’t move, attached to what I lost.
He’ll flirt with her (NOT ME),
I’ll go crazy, you will see.
With jealousy now I will pay his cost.
The lump is in my heart,
It pains, my rage can’t budge,
And I couldn’t stop my mind from being so cruel.
Now of...
This is all the pain I get,
For playing like a sweetly smiling devil.
I had you in my trap,
And you know I abused that.
A little toy in which my fantasies could revel.
It’s just what I deserve,
To be left all alone,
Cry, can’t move, attached to what I lost.
He’ll flirt with her (NOT ME),
I’ll go crazy, you will see.
With jealousy now I will pay his cost.
The lump is in my heart,
It pains, my rage can’t budge,
And I couldn’t stop my mind from being so cruel.
Now of...
#relationships
#lies
#power
#confessional
#shame
542 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2019 9:46pm
4th Apr 2019 9:46pm
Infantile Adolescent
It’s fighting a losing battle
Against the sea of greed.
The pull of emotions,
And carnal desires,
Egoistic trifles
Burn in your soul like fires.
Burning away at your pain,
You couldn’t succeed –
Egoistically happy,
Enslaved by the romantic ideal
Of the boy and the girl.
Watch the love slowly unfurl.
Everything, everything, every little thing,
Based upon, built down on, that dream to which you cling.
Go and mask up all your problems.
Become the thing you hate.
Does not matter
How far you run. ...
Against the sea of greed.
The pull of emotions,
And carnal desires,
Egoistic trifles
Burn in your soul like fires.
Burning away at your pain,
You couldn’t succeed –
Egoistically happy,
Enslaved by the romantic ideal
Of the boy and the girl.
Watch the love slowly unfurl.
Everything, everything, every little thing,
Based upon, built down on, that dream to which you cling.
Go and mask up all your problems.
Become the thing you hate.
Does not matter
How far you run. ...
#lust
#relationships
#confessional #shame
#confessional #shame
373 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2019 4:53am
4th Apr 2019 4:53am
All My Convictions
All my convictions
Go down the drain,
Though I banish these thoughts never to return again.
But they always come back
And go back around again.
All my decisions
Are meaningless lies,
Though I tell myself to stick with them despite what may arise.
But I always give in
And go through the cycle again.
The tension from the effort tears my body apart,
But what else is left to do when I can’t hear my own heart?
If only I knew
What my heart knows,
Then I could see.
If only I could
Follow through,
Maybe I’d...
Go down the drain,
Though I banish these thoughts never to return again.
But they always come back
And go back around again.
All my decisions
Are meaningless lies,
Though I tell myself to stick with them despite what may arise.
But I always give in
And go through the cycle again.
The tension from the effort tears my body apart,
But what else is left to do when I can’t hear my own heart?
If only I knew
What my heart knows,
Then I could see.
If only I could
Follow through,
Maybe I’d...
#strength
#relationships
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
572 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2019 4:48am
4th Apr 2019 4:48am
Jealousy
Jealousy, jealousy,
It’s all I feel inside of me.
Jealous that Misha doesn’t like me,
Because I had hoped and hoped we’d go out somewhere today.
Those other times said no so happily.
It drove me crazy, insane; I was denied my play.
Jealousy, jealousy,
The realest part of me I’ll ever see.
Jealous of Margaret and Henry.
She gets to go to his house every single week.
She’s prettier, more talented, than I’ll ever be.
I’m just a gnat in his view, pitiful, tiny, and meek.
Jealousy, jealousy,
Oh do you see the irony? ...
It’s all I feel inside of me.
Jealous that Misha doesn’t like me,
Because I had hoped and hoped we’d go out somewhere today.
Those other times said no so happily.
It drove me crazy, insane; I was denied my play.
Jealousy, jealousy,
The realest part of me I’ll ever see.
Jealous of Margaret and Henry.
She gets to go to his house every single week.
She’s prettier, more talented, than I’ll ever be.
I’m just a gnat in his view, pitiful, tiny, and meek.
Jealousy, jealousy,
Oh do you see the irony? ...
#jealousy
#relationships
#confessional #honesty
#confessional #honesty
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2019 5:51pm
2nd Apr 2019 5:51pm
The Sentimental Me
If you don’t think something affects you,
Just give it a little time.
At some point you’ll get a glimpse of your new self
From the side.
You’ve become so sentimental,
Just like everyone else.
And it’s hell
When you’re simply adding more layers to your shell.
You think you keep moving ahead,
But in reality you’re falling behind.
Think the light is getting nearer,
But you’re again becoming blind.
Even your writing gets worse
And up surges the remorse
For your sentimentality;
You’re just emotions and brutality.
...
Just give it a little time.
At some point you’ll get a glimpse of your new self
From the side.
You’ve become so sentimental,
Just like everyone else.
And it’s hell
When you’re simply adding more layers to your shell.
You think you keep moving ahead,
But in reality you’re falling behind.
Think the light is getting nearer,
But you’re again becoming blind.
Even your writing gets worse
And up surges the remorse
For your sentimentality;
You’re just emotions and brutality.
...
#depression
#teens
#shame #SelfWorth
#shame #SelfWorth
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