Submissions by ReveresedSilver (Reveresed Silver)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello, you can just call me Silver. I'm still a new poet, exploring words and reading in between the lines. Happy to make new friends as well!
So far out, But still together
I reached my hands out,
As my entire world seemed to spin around me,
I didn't comprehend what was happening,
This was all so sudden,
Why didn't I get a warning?
Something could have prevailed,
But again why nothing?
My breaths are so heavy,
I feel tied down to the floor,
My eyes are running like water
And burning like hell,
I sound so silent,
But my thoughts are so loud,
What is happening
I'm now looking at that hole in the ground,
I'm watching as you're being lowered,
But in a way I know I'm in...
As my entire world seemed to spin around me,
I didn't comprehend what was happening,
This was all so sudden,
Why didn't I get a warning?
Something could have prevailed,
But again why nothing?
My breaths are so heavy,
I feel tied down to the floor,
My eyes are running like water
And burning like hell,
I sound so silent,
But my thoughts are so loud,
What is happening
I'm now looking at that hole in the ground,
I'm watching as you're being lowered,
But in a way I know I'm in...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#suicide
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It Doesn't End Even When It Ends
The concrete's hard
No doubt about it
We sharpen our stones
And then forget about it
I've been drained of my blood
But what about it
Sustain our own will
And don't think twice about it
It's a cutthroat world
And rope's the fashion
We're all the same
No matter how you wear it
And I'm not saying
That waste's the passion
I just think
We've not thought hard enough about it
My pitchers empty
I'm not going to worry about it
There is nothing else to pour
So let's not talk about it
I...
No doubt about it
We sharpen our stones
And then forget about it
I've been drained of my blood
But what about it
Sustain our own will
And don't think twice about it
It's a cutthroat world
And rope's the fashion
We're all the same
No matter how you wear it
And I'm not saying
That waste's the passion
I just think
We've not thought hard enough about it
My pitchers empty
I'm not going to worry about it
There is nothing else to pour
So let's not talk about it
I...
#dark
#environment
#FeelingLost #philosophical
#FeelingLost #philosophical
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The Note
I walked to your bedroom,
It was just a typical day
I had to wake you up for church,
Were all sinners, so we have to pray
Pray for forgivness, for it was the day,
A Sunday morning, that we all paid,
You had just been up the night before,
Talking about what I tried to ignore,
God only knows I now wish I had listened more.
I had got to your door, and knocked on the door lightly,
I tried turning the knob but it held a grudge tightly,
This was odd, for it had never done this before,
I was never prepared...
It was just a typical day
I had to wake you up for church,
Were all sinners, so we have to pray
Pray for forgivness, for it was the day,
A Sunday morning, that we all paid,
You had just been up the night before,
Talking about what I tried to ignore,
God only knows I now wish I had listened more.
I had got to your door, and knocked on the door lightly,
I tried turning the knob but it held a grudge tightly,
This was odd, for it had never done this before,
I was never prepared...
#regret
#grief
#dark
#suicide
#religion
509 reads
4 Comments
Crayons
She used to love drawing,
With rainbows of shades
A red crayon was her favorite,
The way it glided on the page
Creating horror with each and every stroke,
They would crumple her art,
So she turned to the silver crayon,
And soon nobody spoke,
Time went on, she no longer fit her theme,
The red crayon no longer glided,
It ripped like a stitch on a seam,
So she turned to a silver crayon,
Creating odd drawings with a razor edge dream.
She hid them under her bed,
For the purpose they bestowed
Waiting...
With rainbows of shades
A red crayon was her favorite,
The way it glided on the page
Creating horror with each and every stroke,
They would crumple her art,
So she turned to the silver crayon,
And soon nobody spoke,
Time went on, she no longer fit her theme,
The red crayon no longer glided,
It ripped like a stitch on a seam,
So she turned to a silver crayon,
Creating odd drawings with a razor edge dream.
She hid them under her bed,
For the purpose they bestowed
Waiting...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#death
#suicide
376 reads
3 Comments
In My Nightmare Your Dream Came True
I had a dream I was laying in a bed of roses
In a field by the town with a pocket full of posies
You were climbing up to the top of the bell tower
You said you wanted a view that would be higher
I saw you up on the belfry through a window
Sweet smell of spring, and the wind brushed the leaves of the willow
You called to me and waved before you jumped
And as you fell in slow-mo my heart sort of stopped
In my nightmare she died
In my nightmare I cried
In my nightmare the roses become redder
That’s my nightmare but I’ll...
In a field by the town with a pocket full of posies
You were climbing up to the top of the bell tower
You said you wanted a view that would be higher
I saw you up on the belfry through a window
Sweet smell of spring, and the wind brushed the leaves of the willow
You called to me and waved before you jumped
And as you fell in slow-mo my heart sort of stopped
In my nightmare she died
In my nightmare I cried
In my nightmare the roses become redder
That’s my nightmare but I’ll...
#death
#suicide
#nightmares #deception
#nightmares #deception
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The Purple and White Flowers
The broken bird bath stands amidst the hush,
Surrounded by the purple and white flowers,
A quiet beauty in the midst of the lush,
Around the bird bath the petals will shower,
Making it a majestic sight to behold in the hour.
Surrounded by the purple and white flowers,
A quiet beauty in the midst of the lush,
Around the bird bath the petals will shower,
Making it a majestic sight to behold in the hour.
#flowers
#silence
#nature #dawn
#nature #dawn
209 reads
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The Demise of My Massacre
Darkness falls, mind and soul,
Psychotic thoughts begin to take hold,
Brain an enigma, no longer clear,
Flood of feelings, full of fear,
My mind surrounds itself in secrecy,
Working against me,
Scraping to get out of my own mind,
That has done nothing well but misrepresent me,
With these crazed thoughts I can't supress the thirst,
Not for love, worth, these breathes I believe I deserve,
But for the dejection of others, and so I take my third,
When they arrive, they take my word,
Days pass, my mind still...
Psychotic thoughts begin to take hold,
Brain an enigma, no longer clear,
Flood of feelings, full of fear,
My mind surrounds itself in secrecy,
Working against me,
Scraping to get out of my own mind,
That has done nothing well but misrepresent me,
With these crazed thoughts I can't supress the thirst,
Not for love, worth, these breathes I believe I deserve,
But for the dejection of others, and so I take my third,
When they arrive, they take my word,
Days pass, my mind still...
#loneliness
#dark
#death
#hurt
#horror
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What happens when the clock strikes 12:00
We cast our worries to the wind,
Trying to make sense of this formality,
Our spirit transcends mortality,
Free from earthly ties,
We find our place in eternity,
Where we may so rest,
And put down our worries,
For better or worse, through sorrow and mirth,
We'll hold hands, embracing each other's worth
No matter the distance, no matter the time,
Or mark left on earth will certainly chime,
In life and love, our souls we stake,
We shall now wait for the final daybreak,
We now lie in the stillness of night, ...
Trying to make sense of this formality,
Our spirit transcends mortality,
Free from earthly ties,
We find our place in eternity,
Where we may so rest,
And put down our worries,
For better or worse, through sorrow and mirth,
We'll hold hands, embracing each other's worth
No matter the distance, no matter the time,
Or mark left on earth will certainly chime,
In life and love, our souls we stake,
We shall now wait for the final daybreak,
We now lie in the stillness of night, ...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle #emotions
#LifeCycle #emotions
265 reads
3 Comments
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