Submissions by Results_May_Vary (Seth_)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I play around with different styles and structures. I enjoy writing; it's my therapy. I hope you enjoy my poetry! Thank you, for stopping by!
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Devil
thoughts weighing heavy on your mind
the endless cycle of possibilities
the barage of what if's and should have's
you try to conform and stay with the hope
that maybe it's not all over
but playing make-believe for so long paid off
and now lies and death are all that make-up your life
you see now, that sustaining the imagination
only kept you naive and gullable
now you cowar in the corner of reality
you created for me
you can find the truth
you can escape this
with a bite on your anger
and a bullet
with just a...
the endless cycle of possibilities
the barage of what if's and should have's
you try to conform and stay with the hope
that maybe it's not all over
but playing make-believe for so long paid off
and now lies and death are all that make-up your life
you see now, that sustaining the imagination
only kept you naive and gullable
now you cowar in the corner of reality
you created for me
you can find the truth
you can escape this
with a bite on your anger
and a bullet
with just a...
#MentalHealth
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When You Went Away
Stepping down the road
I've commited to memory
Breaking recollections
Like a fist into a mirror
Walking alone again
I understand the journey
Just sing me down the path
We'll play follow the leader
A dark rider, I am afraid but I go
Nothing to see, a heartbeat away
Hear the pulse and I feel you again
Spin the pendulum and ask again
Stepping across that gap
Between you and I
Words never slipped
They flow like a river
Flooding in, between tears and terror
Guide me, lead...
I've commited to memory
Breaking recollections
Like a fist into a mirror
Walking alone again
I understand the journey
Just sing me down the path
We'll play follow the leader
A dark rider, I am afraid but I go
Nothing to see, a heartbeat away
Hear the pulse and I feel you again
Spin the pendulum and ask again
Stepping across that gap
Between you and I
Words never slipped
They flow like a river
Flooding in, between tears and terror
Guide me, lead...
#sadness
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#ghosts
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Envisage
Pining for a shadow
To fit the shape
Place it upon a stable surface
Able to withstand
As you crush its means of existence
Desperate to control
Searching for a clue
A key to fit this door
The missing piece to this puzzle
Just to burn the evidence
Break the key inside the lock
Tear the piece into nothing
No one escapes
No one can leave
Everything burns
Ashes consume
Suffocating
Collect upon misery
Shelf it for the children
Pathetic trophies
Collecting the dust
And aging...
To fit the shape
Place it upon a stable surface
Able to withstand
As you crush its means of existence
Desperate to control
Searching for a clue
A key to fit this door
The missing piece to this puzzle
Just to burn the evidence
Break the key inside the lock
Tear the piece into nothing
No one escapes
No one can leave
Everything burns
Ashes consume
Suffocating
Collect upon misery
Shelf it for the children
Pathetic trophies
Collecting the dust
And aging...
#MentalHealth
#manipulation
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Play the Cards
Where to begin?
When to see this end?
So many enemies
And nothing for a friend
Price is paid
And I'm still bleeding
Never came around
Too busy out leeching
Time to play the cards
And call your bluff
Time to suit the fool
I've had enough
Gas light and I'm spinning
So courageous
In the way you manipulate
So fking self-righteous
You created the very monster
You swore to destroy
Life is not your mind game
And I am not your toy
Time to play the cards
And call your...
When to see this end?
So many enemies
And nothing for a friend
Price is paid
And I'm still bleeding
Never came around
Too busy out leeching
Time to play the cards
And call your bluff
Time to suit the fool
I've had enough
Gas light and I'm spinning
So courageous
In the way you manipulate
So fking self-righteous
You created the very monster
You swore to destroy
Life is not your mind game
And I am not your toy
Time to play the cards
And call your...
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
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Misery
she listens to songs sung with the sweetness
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
as the hours drag by
into the sunrise
she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes
she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
this is not my life ...
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
as the hours drag by
into the sunrise
she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes
she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
this is not my life ...
#abuse
#SelfHarm
#DomesticViolence
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Back of the Bus
shoulder love
to prove it's not enough
fulfill a prophecy
of your self-induced agony
fall free
feel what you believe is real
until your heart implodes
the crushing sound
sucking in the room
thunder like a cracking chamber
this is the night an angel died
but no one cares when it's prophesied
maybe he lied, maybe he lied
but he did it all for you
the real adventure is finding joy
in turning your fantasies
into the burning memories
of a nightmare
Click in place like a broken puzzle ...
to prove it's not enough
fulfill a prophecy
of your self-induced agony
fall free
feel what you believe is real
until your heart implodes
the crushing sound
sucking in the room
thunder like a cracking chamber
this is the night an angel died
but no one cares when it's prophesied
maybe he lied, maybe he lied
but he did it all for you
the real adventure is finding joy
in turning your fantasies
into the burning memories
of a nightmare
Click in place like a broken puzzle ...
#sex
#BDSM
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Broken
the ghosts of us pace and stare
amidst the abandoned hopes and lies of where
we sacrificed for dreams we prayed were true
echoing creaks from the stairs
a broken home with empty chairs
is all that's left of everything i knew
Come back
Come back
Come back, please
amidst the abandoned hopes and lies of where
we sacrificed for dreams we prayed were true
echoing creaks from the stairs
a broken home with empty chairs
is all that's left of everything i knew
Come back
Come back
Come back, please
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
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Hypnotic
hypno, tick
hypno, tick
So hyp...notic
Like time melting away
Minutes drip into hours
Don't come back
Don't come back
This time
Staring into nothing
Thoughts swim and swirl
Around your skull
Wondering if it's better
To let go
So, hypnotic
Teach me what
Life is and how to be
Like you in every way
Gears turning
Slowly changing into
The one they need
To keep the world
Burning
Hypnotic
Hypnotic
Beat into my head
The chants to keep
Going on and...
hypno, tick
So hyp...notic
Like time melting away
Minutes drip into hours
Don't come back
Don't come back
This time
Staring into nothing
Thoughts swim and swirl
Around your skull
Wondering if it's better
To let go
So, hypnotic
Teach me what
Life is and how to be
Like you in every way
Gears turning
Slowly changing into
The one they need
To keep the world
Burning
Hypnotic
Hypnotic
Beat into my head
The chants to keep
Going on and...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#HumanRights
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Myself
Without the flowers
No one gives up attention
This is not pretty for me
This is not quite poetic
I am the essence of an overworked stress ball
I’m starting to scare myself
I am all that is obscurity
I am the personification of melancholy
The ones that care project themselves as if to sacrifice
But without the flowers, no one gives up attention
This is not in a dictionary
There is no reference mark
I sometimes forget to apologize to myself
I am not my life
I...
No one gives up attention
This is not pretty for me
This is not quite poetic
I am the essence of an overworked stress ball
I’m starting to scare myself
I am all that is obscurity
I am the personification of melancholy
The ones that care project themselves as if to sacrifice
But without the flowers, no one gives up attention
This is not in a dictionary
There is no reference mark
I sometimes forget to apologize to myself
I am not my life
I...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #LifeAsAWriter
#confessional #LifeAsAWriter
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