Submissions by Red_emption (Diseased)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 8:40am
25th Jun 2012 8:40am
Investigate the Cause
Diseased by association,
Judged, and evaluated.
Madness flows in my veins.
Beware, small minds,
Keep away.
Blinking neon sign,
Hanging on my forehead.
A twisted family tree,
Stubs for branches,
Trimmed by society.
New sprouts,
Just smaller versions
Of those already gone.
Go seeking individuality,
Come back to the shadows,
Unsuccessful.
This label,
Is sewn to our skin.
Pill packets and tablets,
A small room.
It’s our place,
Always has been.
Have you ever wondered...
What caused us to be this way?
Judged, and evaluated.
Madness flows in my veins.
Beware, small minds,
Keep away.
Blinking neon sign,
Hanging on my forehead.
A twisted family tree,
Stubs for branches,
Trimmed by society.
New sprouts,
Just smaller versions
Of those already gone.
Go seeking individuality,
Come back to the shadows,
Unsuccessful.
This label,
Is sewn to our skin.
Pill packets and tablets,
A small room.
It’s our place,
Always has been.
Have you ever wondered...
What caused us to be this way?
610 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 7:51am
25th Jun 2012 7:51am
The Matter in Question
If Beauty...
Is in the eye of the beholder...
Where is madness...?
You and me, sir...
We’re quite the same.
Please explain..?
Well sir...
I have eyes, sir,
You have too.
I have brown
You have blue
I have a mind, sir,
You sir,
You do too.
Mine is different,
Like my eyes,
There is no mad,
No sane,
No right and wrong.
“Mummy?
Who are the people inside my head...?”
Is in the eye of the beholder...
Where is madness...?
You and me, sir...
We’re quite the same.
Please explain..?
Well sir...
I have eyes, sir,
You have too.
I have brown
You have blue
I have a mind, sir,
You sir,
You do too.
Mine is different,
Like my eyes,
There is no mad,
No sane,
No right and wrong.
“Mummy?
Who are the people inside my head...?”
550 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 1:46pm
14th Jun 2012 1:46pm
Masked One
It’s funny.
You know me as this person.
This strange, stupid person.
That’s how I act around you
Yet is it me?
Am I real?
Or is it all a mask?
It’s serious.
She knows me as a friend.
A close and listening friend.
That’s what she knows
Is it real?
Am I real?
Is this all a mask?
It’s strange.
He knows me as a dark one.
A depressed and tortured soul.
An identifiable freak.
Is this real?
What is real?
Am I hiding behind a mask?
Confused.
Or am I confident?
I just keep changing, keep...
You know me as this person.
This strange, stupid person.
That’s how I act around you
Yet is it me?
Am I real?
Or is it all a mask?
It’s serious.
She knows me as a friend.
A close and listening friend.
That’s what she knows
Is it real?
Am I real?
Is this all a mask?
It’s strange.
He knows me as a dark one.
A depressed and tortured soul.
An identifiable freak.
Is this real?
What is real?
Am I hiding behind a mask?
Confused.
Or am I confident?
I just keep changing, keep...
668 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jun 2012 5:20am
12th Jun 2012 5:20am
Ashes
Torn, yellowed pages
Smudged words, faded titles
Do they mean anything to you?
Coarse between my fingertips
Delicate and aged
My life in a lullaby
Sorrow, Joy
Indifference
Ashes in the breeze
Past, Present, Destiny.
Please free me
Fall from my wrists
And turn to ashes
Ashes in the breeze
Smudged words, faded titles
Do they mean anything to you?
Coarse between my fingertips
Delicate and aged
My life in a lullaby
Sorrow, Joy
Indifference
Ashes in the breeze
Past, Present, Destiny.
Please free me
Fall from my wrists
And turn to ashes
Ashes in the breeze
670 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jun 2012 5:19am
12th Jun 2012 5:19am
In The Moment
Count the stars in her eyes,
more perfect than the sky.
Cold in the moonlight,
Keep her warm.
Smiling lips and shy eyes,
An embrace so intimate.
Whisps of hair,
Caught between a kiss.
Campfire, Horse & Cattledog,
Crowd towards the warmth.
Two imperfect beings,
In perfect joy,
Burning through the cold,
Living in the moment.
more perfect than the sky.
Cold in the moonlight,
Keep her warm.
Smiling lips and shy eyes,
An embrace so intimate.
Whisps of hair,
Caught between a kiss.
Campfire, Horse & Cattledog,
Crowd towards the warmth.
Two imperfect beings,
In perfect joy,
Burning through the cold,
Living in the moment.
636 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 12:30pm
10th Jun 2012 12:30pm
Childhood innocence
Happy, happy days,
Pink rainbows, dancing faeries.
Small, plastic jewellery
Stapled upon plastic people.
Smiling... ever smiling,
Smiling through the punishment,
Bleached blonde hair
Painted eyes.
Assorted rows of stuffed toys,
Glassy orbs and delicate thread
Fixed smiles.
“Fluffy!”
“Ginger!”
“Princess!”
Small little child.
Make your minions dance!
Dancing in the chains of their denial.
Pink rainbows, dancing faeries.
Small, plastic jewellery
Stapled upon plastic people.
Smiling... ever smiling,
Smiling through the punishment,
Bleached blonde hair
Painted eyes.
Assorted rows of stuffed toys,
Glassy orbs and delicate thread
Fixed smiles.
“Fluffy!”
“Ginger!”
“Princess!”
Small little child.
Make your minions dance!
Dancing in the chains of their denial.
985 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 12:28pm
10th Jun 2012 12:28pm
This City
Puddles on the sidewalk
Cracks in the pavement
Passing faces in the streets.
Worn eyes and tired feet
Fast paced they walk,
Overtaking me.
Quick to run
To catch up with their lives
Catching the bait
Missing the point
Wondering why...
Skinny Jeans,
Torn, black, damp.
Splashes of murky doubt
Around my ankles.
Flat Caps, graphic shirts.
Fake jewellery scuffs my neck.
Converse all-star
Raybans
Hide me.
This city is our home.
It is our prison.
Break us! Break us!
We go willingly
Flies to...
Cracks in the pavement
Passing faces in the streets.
Worn eyes and tired feet
Fast paced they walk,
Overtaking me.
Quick to run
To catch up with their lives
Catching the bait
Missing the point
Wondering why...
Skinny Jeans,
Torn, black, damp.
Splashes of murky doubt
Around my ankles.
Flat Caps, graphic shirts.
Fake jewellery scuffs my neck.
Converse all-star
Raybans
Hide me.
This city is our home.
It is our prison.
Break us! Break us!
We go willingly
Flies to...
585 reads
3 Comments
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