Submissions by PoeticInsightful (Devin H.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 00:34am
25th Apr 2016 00:34am
Untitled Mystery... A Collaboration Poem.
What lies ahead a mystery,
my only crime… being me.
A prisioner of this lonely fight...
losing hope, losing sight.
Walls are slowly moving in...
revealing tales of where I’ve been.
In search of what I onced called my own,
in this makeshift world, I call home.
(Insert by Devin Hemphill)
Home, sweet home...
That's what I thought laying in his arms.
The same arms that beat me down,
causing emotional harm.
These walls, closing in...
Running around searching for love in all the wrong men.
If these closing walls could talk, ...
my only crime… being me.
A prisioner of this lonely fight...
losing hope, losing sight.
Walls are slowly moving in...
revealing tales of where I’ve been.
In search of what I onced called my own,
in this makeshift world, I call home.
(Insert by Devin Hemphill)
Home, sweet home...
That's what I thought laying in his arms.
The same arms that beat me down,
causing emotional harm.
These walls, closing in...
Running around searching for love in all the wrong men.
If these closing walls could talk, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2016 7:30am
24th Apr 2016 7:30am
Random Thoughts
Life sits, minds think,
love crumbles, lies... deceit.
I sit alone in a world,
contemplating so much,
expectations...shrink.
Lingering in a room,
fully devoted...can't speak.
Getting flustered, ha, you wondered,
fucking hopelessness... can't think.
Grounded with a beat in my head,
moving with that melody...my legs, my feet.
I'm just being silly ole Que,
you know... simply me.
Yet I think off the top of my head,
making you examine the wordplay, ...
love crumbles, lies... deceit.
I sit alone in a world,
contemplating so much,
expectations...shrink.
Lingering in a room,
fully devoted...can't speak.
Getting flustered, ha, you wondered,
fucking hopelessness... can't think.
Grounded with a beat in my head,
moving with that melody...my legs, my feet.
I'm just being silly ole Que,
you know... simply me.
Yet I think off the top of my head,
making you examine the wordplay, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2013 3:52am
28th May 2013 3:52am
Voice's Inside My Ear
Imagining how I am and who I am...
that I live out here on the edge.
Sitting, wondering, reminiscing...
along the skeleton bones upon this bridge.
Is it the nature of my vice...
or this dark self-imposed isolation?
The paradox of what I'm hearing...
as this isolation bears heavy upon my skin.
For unless I share my soul...
there's nothing but dust in what I conquer.
Trapped, tormented, torn...
Yet from each sites along these rigged ribs I sit...
the voices of comfort, support and love withstand.
as a song becomes my anthem-so into...
that I live out here on the edge.
Sitting, wondering, reminiscing...
along the skeleton bones upon this bridge.
Is it the nature of my vice...
or this dark self-imposed isolation?
The paradox of what I'm hearing...
as this isolation bears heavy upon my skin.
For unless I share my soul...
there's nothing but dust in what I conquer.
Trapped, tormented, torn...
Yet from each sites along these rigged ribs I sit...
the voices of comfort, support and love withstand.
as a song becomes my anthem-so into...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2013 3:49am
13th May 2013 3:49am
My Empty Streets
Saw millions walking,
down my empty streets...
few memories remained,
fucked up my head with grief.
Raped my soul,
getting deep in to my eyes...
Hell I found most,
looking to heaven in the skies.
No sense of what has been,
feeling crazy from what I've seen...
now I can’t understand why,
from the memories deep inside.
No words to say,
wasting time wondering about
a fantasy life of what could have been,
walking hand in hand throughout the lights...
down My Empty Streets at night.
down my empty streets...
few memories remained,
fucked up my head with grief.
Raped my soul,
getting deep in to my eyes...
Hell I found most,
looking to heaven in the skies.
No sense of what has been,
feeling crazy from what I've seen...
now I can’t understand why,
from the memories deep inside.
No words to say,
wasting time wondering about
a fantasy life of what could have been,
walking hand in hand throughout the lights...
down My Empty Streets at night.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2013 4:50am
10th May 2013 4:50am
Twisted
There’s this great deal of depression overtaken my soul,
Flooding deep within every inch that seems to make my mind whole.
Wondering and worrying of thoughts throughout the day,
What is to come of this dismay?
Floods of tears pour out in every expression,
more and more of this idolized depression.
Just the thought of death
The feeling of ending this life
The torture, the pain, the hurt
The discomfort I just might cause...
Why does it feel so right?
Is it my inability for caring?
Knowing the final act of hurt.
The final ability to...
Flooding deep within every inch that seems to make my mind whole.
Wondering and worrying of thoughts throughout the day,
What is to come of this dismay?
Floods of tears pour out in every expression,
more and more of this idolized depression.
Just the thought of death
The feeling of ending this life
The torture, the pain, the hurt
The discomfort I just might cause...
Why does it feel so right?
Is it my inability for caring?
Knowing the final act of hurt.
The final ability to...
801 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2013 5:09am
9th May 2013 5:09am
Love’s Suicide
It hurts all the time,
um, teary eyed,
that feeling we all feel inside,
sitting, imagining...reminiscing,
touching, teasing...mistreated.
Look deeply into the eyes,
picture a smile,
a glimpse of love one seeks,
feels unheard, unseen,
depressed...weak.
No one cares,
um, left for dead.
Sorry no friends,
alone in the dark...
problems disappeared.
Anyone find me,
anyone cares,
a good heart... rare.
Someone find me,
life... scared,
love... ends.
Hold...
um, teary eyed,
that feeling we all feel inside,
sitting, imagining...reminiscing,
touching, teasing...mistreated.
Look deeply into the eyes,
picture a smile,
a glimpse of love one seeks,
feels unheard, unseen,
depressed...weak.
No one cares,
um, left for dead.
Sorry no friends,
alone in the dark...
problems disappeared.
Anyone find me,
anyone cares,
a good heart... rare.
Someone find me,
life... scared,
love... ends.
Hold...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2013 4:37am
9th May 2013 4:37am
Sheltered Revenge
Left for dead,
This mind of mines feels bleak,
A struggle for power inside,
No remorse for me to seek.
Hurt time after time again,
But never seem to heal,
Maybe you won’t understand it,
These detrimental scars… sealed.
One may seem to wonder,
Have I always felt this way?
I say it’s a brokenhearted promise,
For the truth I have yet to convey.
Maybe not as often,
But more likely I try to be,
There’s a shadow that sits inside,
And it's the living part of me.
I haven’t had this feeling for...
This mind of mines feels bleak,
A struggle for power inside,
No remorse for me to seek.
Hurt time after time again,
But never seem to heal,
Maybe you won’t understand it,
These detrimental scars… sealed.
One may seem to wonder,
Have I always felt this way?
I say it’s a brokenhearted promise,
For the truth I have yet to convey.
Maybe not as often,
But more likely I try to be,
There’s a shadow that sits inside,
And it's the living part of me.
I haven’t had this feeling for...
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