Submissions by Rantsofmine
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dec 9th
Its times like these again
when my mind's at war with my heavy eyes
distracting myself from this sleep-bound spiral
by trying hard to write.
but even in writing I cant seem to escape it
dreaming of dreams within sleep
that have been most needed of late,
I find myself swirling ideas
in paper cups of coffee,
on afternoons at two-twentyeight.
when my mind's at war with my heavy eyes
distracting myself from this sleep-bound spiral
by trying hard to write.
but even in writing I cant seem to escape it
dreaming of dreams within sleep
that have been most needed of late,
I find myself swirling ideas
in paper cups of coffee,
on afternoons at two-twentyeight.
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Oct 6th
Been wanting to cut that rope for so long
but somehow cannot gather the guts to completely sever it.
Holding on by a thread now
but too scared of even just a bit of tension,
lest it snap.
But it did.
You did.
You snapped.
And I am left to hover aimlessly without end,
cut too short and incomplete,
left to drift in the quiet desolation
of this bruised excuse of an affair.
And its not even that.
I cannot even call it that.
It's just a thing but nothing at the same time.
Just a fragment
of this pseudo existent thing we have fashioned...
but somehow cannot gather the guts to completely sever it.
Holding on by a thread now
but too scared of even just a bit of tension,
lest it snap.
But it did.
You did.
You snapped.
And I am left to hover aimlessly without end,
cut too short and incomplete,
left to drift in the quiet desolation
of this bruised excuse of an affair.
And its not even that.
I cannot even call it that.
It's just a thing but nothing at the same time.
Just a fragment
of this pseudo existent thing we have fashioned...
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...
Slowly
withering silence
envelopes the air
like a thick blanket
of suspicious solitude
made heavy
by the damp anticipation
of disappointed promises
and tainted trust.
I fumble
in the dark uncertainty
of this to and fro romance
only to fall heart-first
into your arms
spread open,
too wide open
that I fall
on my shamed face
at your feet.
And what I find
most disturbing
is that the only thing
I find in these twisted thoughts
is how your shoes
shine more
with my tears
glistening on...
withering silence
envelopes the air
like a thick blanket
of suspicious solitude
made heavy
by the damp anticipation
of disappointed promises
and tainted trust.
I fumble
in the dark uncertainty
of this to and fro romance
only to fall heart-first
into your arms
spread open,
too wide open
that I fall
on my shamed face
at your feet.
And what I find
most disturbing
is that the only thing
I find in these twisted thoughts
is how your shoes
shine more
with my tears
glistening on...
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Efff
Fuck you
Fuck you and all that is
your stubborness
I'd surely won't miss
Fuck you and fuck all
of those ignored calls
and all those memories
you can't recall
Fuck you and fuck every
time you made me angry,
made me feel inadequate,
feel like a dirty secret.
Fuck you and all these
broken promises,
for the pain and betrayal
and how you made me fall,
for everything and for all
that was your selfish lust
and broken trust.
Fuck you for all the things
I did for you and all ...
Fuck you and all that is
your stubborness
I'd surely won't miss
Fuck you and fuck all
of those ignored calls
and all those memories
you can't recall
Fuck you and fuck every
time you made me angry,
made me feel inadequate,
feel like a dirty secret.
Fuck you and all these
broken promises,
for the pain and betrayal
and how you made me fall,
for everything and for all
that was your selfish lust
and broken trust.
Fuck you for all the things
I did for you and all ...
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Pictures of you
These tired heavy feet
stumbling on the cobbled steps
leading to my core are all that's left
as my fingertips lose grip again,
losing myself on the edges of reality
where actual memories
and made-up ones
converge to make me
whole again.
This alcohol
on my blood runs deep,
seeping from vein to vein,
pushing all sense out of my body,
my brain,
until eventually
my stomach's on the floor in front me,
swirling in colorful chunks of disappointment,
tinged with hues of...
stumbling on the cobbled steps
leading to my core are all that's left
as my fingertips lose grip again,
losing myself on the edges of reality
where actual memories
and made-up ones
converge to make me
whole again.
This alcohol
on my blood runs deep,
seeping from vein to vein,
pushing all sense out of my body,
my brain,
until eventually
my stomach's on the floor in front me,
swirling in colorful chunks of disappointment,
tinged with hues of...
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Smoke me
Feeling
like an almost used up cigarette,
left in the cold aluminum
of your ashtray,
waiting to be finished,
waiting,
till the last sparks of my being
ficker terminally
before finally dying out in the air,
its smoke,
the only remaining proof of its existence,
drifting off into the unknown
and finally,
into nothingness itself.
I am but nothing now.
Still you smoke me.
Restlessly drifting
like smoke,
counting down the time
till you tire of me
waiting till I finally ...
like an almost used up cigarette,
left in the cold aluminum
of your ashtray,
waiting to be finished,
waiting,
till the last sparks of my being
ficker terminally
before finally dying out in the air,
its smoke,
the only remaining proof of its existence,
drifting off into the unknown
and finally,
into nothingness itself.
I am but nothing now.
Still you smoke me.
Restlessly drifting
like smoke,
counting down the time
till you tire of me
waiting till I finally ...
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Dear you,
In my most unguarded hours, when there's nothing more to do than to unseeingly look at the ceiling cracks, I find myself thinking of you and how it could have been.
The deeper I get into it, the more I realize that your leaving and you not having time for me were not the only problems we had. Sometimes, I blame myself for this faied, nonexistent relationship. For the most part while you were away, I watched this relationship ruin itself. I felt like I had dismissed my responsibility to help it endure everything. I was tolerant, oblivious and lazy even, for not fixing things that...
The deeper I get into it, the more I realize that your leaving and you not having time for me were not the only problems we had. Sometimes, I blame myself for this faied, nonexistent relationship. For the most part while you were away, I watched this relationship ruin itself. I felt like I had dismissed my responsibility to help it endure everything. I was tolerant, oblivious and lazy even, for not fixing things that...
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you
Being with you
is the only thing
I was sure I was good at.
But apparently,
I was wrong.
Something to add,
yet again,
to my never-ending list of failures.
is the only thing
I was sure I was good at.
But apparently,
I was wrong.
Something to add,
yet again,
to my never-ending list of failures.
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untitled
Your name echoes in my head, reverberating in the dark recesses of my brain, every thought lingering for a second too long before disappearing into an empty silence where there is only me. And that memory. The two of us, somehow strangely consoling, comforting the other. That I remember it and that it remembers me. Here we are alone together, memory and half of its creator. And in this moment of solitude, I am satisfied. For always, when I am with my memories of you, I am content.
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