Submissions by PushingupDaisies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maybe if people were nicer the world wouldn't be so fucked.
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jan 2015 6:26am
6th Jan 2015 6:26am
Do you see?
Same old me.
Dull eyes, dull life. Cold soul and no light in these dark eyes.
Same old me.
The light has faded, no mirth no joy. Same old me.
Lift up my sleeve and there's my joy. My vision is red then pink. That's the light I see. The flame ignites with each stroke of my blade.
Same old me?
The me I used to be died some time ago. But you who does not see, sees the same old me.
-PushingUpDaisies
Dull eyes, dull life. Cold soul and no light in these dark eyes.
Same old me.
The light has faded, no mirth no joy. Same old me.
Lift up my sleeve and there's my joy. My vision is red then pink. That's the light I see. The flame ignites with each stroke of my blade.
Same old me?
The me I used to be died some time ago. But you who does not see, sees the same old me.
-PushingUpDaisies
579 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 4:29am
15th Jul 2014 4:29am
sigh
It pains me to see this whole other side. A side well guarded and so full of fright. The darkness consumes everything in its path, like the flame of a fire licking at my past. It's a haze I say. A tragedy, a maze. Inside my head there's nothing but self loathing and hate.
-PushingupDaisies
-PushingupDaisies
671 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 9:15am
4th Jul 2014 9:15am
bittersweet Melody
I'll take the blame. I fell for you hard and now I'm in a rut and it's all my fault. I couldn't guard my heart. And I've lied to you once. I told you I had for your own benefit. I know I was lying but, I couldn't help it.
What does it matter? You're over there with thoughts of another.
It's a game and I'm the pawn. But, the flesh is weak so baby, play me like your favorite song, and with every breaking, aching piece of me I hope you'll remember me, as I crumble in defeat for my very soul is weak.
This is a dangerous game I play, a heart wrenching melody.
...
What does it matter? You're over there with thoughts of another.
It's a game and I'm the pawn. But, the flesh is weak so baby, play me like your favorite song, and with every breaking, aching piece of me I hope you'll remember me, as I crumble in defeat for my very soul is weak.
This is a dangerous game I play, a heart wrenching melody.
...
611 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 8:31am
4th Jul 2014 8:31am
Empty
I don't know what I'm feeling. Emptiness, a void? I just feel numb. Numb to you, numb to myself, numb to everything. Just numb. I don't feel a thing. Empathy, sympathy, apathy, joy and sadness ; those feelings are lost with me.
That's a lie, there's one emotion constantly stirring inside; fear.
I fear I'm becoming less human. I fear I'll never feel again. My heart beats to keep me alive and that's all. It's all mechanic. Poor blood goes in, rich blood comes out in an endless cycle. Such a hollowed heart. Everything about me is mechanic. Everything about me is hollowed. ...
That's a lie, there's one emotion constantly stirring inside; fear.
I fear I'm becoming less human. I fear I'll never feel again. My heart beats to keep me alive and that's all. It's all mechanic. Poor blood goes in, rich blood comes out in an endless cycle. Such a hollowed heart. Everything about me is mechanic. Everything about me is hollowed. ...
701 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 11:25pm
26th Jun 2014 11:25pm
Insane.
The thoughts that plague me day by day...
To grab a knife, a gun and kill. To murder someone, go insane. Feel the thrill of the chase, to be predator instead of prey.
My conscience says not to but, the voices say, "Go ahead, don't be afraid. Don't you want to feel their pain? Their screams and hate?" Oh dear, have I already gone insane?
These voices I hear, they call my name, drown out my conscience and laugh at my pain. I laugh too, at other's pain. Am I still insane?
"Do it." they say, no I'm a good girl. Oh, so I say. "Good girls...
To grab a knife, a gun and kill. To murder someone, go insane. Feel the thrill of the chase, to be predator instead of prey.
My conscience says not to but, the voices say, "Go ahead, don't be afraid. Don't you want to feel their pain? Their screams and hate?" Oh dear, have I already gone insane?
These voices I hear, they call my name, drown out my conscience and laugh at my pain. I laugh too, at other's pain. Am I still insane?
"Do it." they say, no I'm a good girl. Oh, so I say. "Good girls...
697 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 8:37am
26th Jun 2014 8:37am
No Escape
She has no gender. She has no age. She messes with you in the cruelest of ways. In your head as well as soul, there's no escape from her little storm.
She walks beside you and gets real close, whispers in your ear, "Shh, you're just not good enough my Dear." She pulls back smiling as your eyes get wide, oh how you wish you could die. It's not the first time...
Here she comes again, in the dead of night whispering and listing your insecurities. One, two, there goes the third! But, all you do is twist and turn in endless nightmares and self-loathe.
Days...
She walks beside you and gets real close, whispers in your ear, "Shh, you're just not good enough my Dear." She pulls back smiling as your eyes get wide, oh how you wish you could die. It's not the first time...
Here she comes again, in the dead of night whispering and listing your insecurities. One, two, there goes the third! But, all you do is twist and turn in endless nightmares and self-loathe.
Days...
734 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2014 3:13am
26th Jun 2014 3:13am
Paper thin walls.
The walls are paper thin.
Did you think they weren't?
I hear every word you say.
Did you think I couldn't?
I'm only two feet away while your words float carelessly towards me. But, you don't care now do you?
"Worthless.", "Good for nothing...", "Should have had a son."
Why do you say these things momma? What did I do wrong!? I'm not perfect. Is that it? Is that why you prefer a son!? Your words cut through me momma as I sit here alone with these paper thin walls.
...
Did you think they weren't?
I hear every word you say.
Did you think I couldn't?
I'm only two feet away while your words float carelessly towards me. But, you don't care now do you?
"Worthless.", "Good for nothing...", "Should have had a son."
Why do you say these things momma? What did I do wrong!? I'm not perfect. Is that it? Is that why you prefer a son!? Your words cut through me momma as I sit here alone with these paper thin walls.
...
748 reads
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