Submissions by RyanBlackborough (Surprise guest)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write sometimes and apparently become a pariah because I say things.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Aug 2024 10:54pm
18th Aug 2024 10:54pm
So nothing then?
I'm going to smash you into pieces.
Eat your tiny heart.
I don't understand why you look like
you think you're smart.
Hiding all the damages.
Dressing to restart.
Please do comprehend the reasons
I tore you apart.
not that you were fragile.
not that you were weak.
It's because in you I saw a challenge quite unique.
The measure of your reason.
The tempo of your rhyme.
Harmonic synchronicity
mirroring sublime.
Your mind is like no other.
Such vast complexities.
A sure thing I can...
Eat your tiny heart.
I don't understand why you look like
you think you're smart.
Hiding all the damages.
Dressing to restart.
Please do comprehend the reasons
I tore you apart.
not that you were fragile.
not that you were weak.
It's because in you I saw a challenge quite unique.
The measure of your reason.
The tempo of your rhyme.
Harmonic synchronicity
mirroring sublime.
Your mind is like no other.
Such vast complexities.
A sure thing I can...
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2024 10:47am
10th Aug 2024 10:47am
The peach tree paradox (not a poem)
This is a time paradox I came up with.
It's probably similar to another one, I haven't checked.
Just something stupid to keep you occupied if you're bored.
Say you have a peach tree and it's the last day of ripe peaches.
You pick the peaches off the tree.
Then you jump in your time machine and go back to yesterday, the penultimate day of ripe peaches.
You pick those peaches.
Then you go back to the future, would you have the first batch of peaches?
You couldn't have picked them.
But you did?
So do you keep only any peaches from the...
It's probably similar to another one, I haven't checked.
Just something stupid to keep you occupied if you're bored.
Say you have a peach tree and it's the last day of ripe peaches.
You pick the peaches off the tree.
Then you jump in your time machine and go back to yesterday, the penultimate day of ripe peaches.
You pick those peaches.
Then you go back to the future, would you have the first batch of peaches?
You couldn't have picked them.
But you did?
So do you keep only any peaches from the...
#universe
126 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2024 4:31am
4th Aug 2024 4:31am
Silver lining
Drowning was so easy aspiration had no cause.
All 'cause once it started raining then since only ever pours.
It's a spiral of destruction nearly out of control.
I'll keep getting worse willingly digging this hole
Drawn to mental illness like I'm plotting a graph.
Like the times I bawl my eyes out then maniacally laugh.
Cant say I'm concerned about the self that I'm losing.
I've always been worthless and that was of my choosing.
Another common mistake bland and run of the mill.
Cannot be called tragic when there's nothing to kill.
Don't like...
All 'cause once it started raining then since only ever pours.
It's a spiral of destruction nearly out of control.
I'll keep getting worse willingly digging this hole
Drawn to mental illness like I'm plotting a graph.
Like the times I bawl my eyes out then maniacally laugh.
Cant say I'm concerned about the self that I'm losing.
I've always been worthless and that was of my choosing.
Another common mistake bland and run of the mill.
Cannot be called tragic when there's nothing to kill.
Don't like...
#depression
#MentalHealth
167 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2024 11:00am
28th Jul 2024 11:00am
Marionettes
Here, have a spectacle.
As suspected it's devoured in manner so predictable.
Still hand reared, full force fed all poison is delectable
Consumed, perpetual puppet shows punch drunk and dependable.
As long as you are at the other's throats you're indefensible.
We thank you all for losing, such an effort is commendable.
Oops, another table scrap.
Shackled to the catalyst you don't shy from the strap.
Push or pull it matters not, either ways a trap.
Keep those hands around those necks, wilfully you snap.
Very good, aren't you...
As suspected it's devoured in manner so predictable.
Still hand reared, full force fed all poison is delectable
Consumed, perpetual puppet shows punch drunk and dependable.
As long as you are at the other's throats you're indefensible.
We thank you all for losing, such an effort is commendable.
Oops, another table scrap.
Shackled to the catalyst you don't shy from the strap.
Push or pull it matters not, either ways a trap.
Keep those hands around those necks, wilfully you snap.
Very good, aren't you...
#corruption
#deception
#ignorance
123 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2024 11:42pm
24th Jul 2024 11:42pm
Perfectly intact
I plead insanity.
By now I should have learned.
Happiness is not for me.
I'm here to get burned.
It's so melodic.
My heart drums a sullen beat.
A tempo so despotic.
Victory song of self defeat.
I'm Insufferable.
Thus should suffer being weak.
Designed irreparable.
Another fix is all I seek.
It's narcotic.
Now it wears my skin.
Discordant harmonic.
Bound to kill me from within.
I fill the interim.
Like a space that isn't there.
Shows my delirium.
You're not...
By now I should have learned.
Happiness is not for me.
I'm here to get burned.
It's so melodic.
My heart drums a sullen beat.
A tempo so despotic.
Victory song of self defeat.
I'm Insufferable.
Thus should suffer being weak.
Designed irreparable.
Another fix is all I seek.
It's narcotic.
Now it wears my skin.
Discordant harmonic.
Bound to kill me from within.
I fill the interim.
Like a space that isn't there.
Shows my delirium.
You're not...
#FeelingLost
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2024 4:34am
28th Jun 2024 4:34am
T'was a grand soirče
Sorry this party must end in such a grizzly way.
Next time maybe keep your hands off someones fiancé.
No I cannot let you go, you caused her such dismay.
Now a pleasant bit of vivisection, where's that tourniquet?
I hope you're ready for some fun because it's time to play.
You're going to be a work of art worthy of display.
Limb by limb of bone and all the skin that I will flay.
Oh, I didn't tell you here's the part I didn't say.
Ready yourself the surprise is you will be okay.
By that I mean wishing for death every single day.
Next time maybe keep your hands off someones fiancé.
No I cannot let you go, you caused her such dismay.
Now a pleasant bit of vivisection, where's that tourniquet?
I hope you're ready for some fun because it's time to play.
You're going to be a work of art worthy of display.
Limb by limb of bone and all the skin that I will flay.
Oh, I didn't tell you here's the part I didn't say.
Ready yourself the surprise is you will be okay.
By that I mean wishing for death every single day.
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2024 9:58pm
26th Jun 2024 9:58pm
I'm just ranting (not a poem)
People are strange. Apparently all that's needed for most to fall in line is to display a semblance of conviction. With only the finest of useful idiots proped up on display. All for the deluded masses to inspect and declare a hollow victor. You feel involved, you've made a change. In reality you're perpetuating your own delusion. A nice little sideshow to keep you busy so the "grown ups" can consolidate more power and accumulate more... everything.
As you argue over why you hate the other side and how much better things would be if your candidate won. It would be exactly...
As you argue over why you hate the other side and how much better things would be if your candidate won. It would be exactly...
#politics
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2024 8:31am
26th Jun 2024 8:31am
Unlearned behaviour
Won't get back up.
I'm done learning how to fall.
All this being overlooked.
Has made me feel so small.
It's my own fault.
No longer breathe a word.
Silence speaks the loudest.
All else goes unheard.
It's only human.
To temper our fragility.
Beating each other to death.
To prove invulnerability.
It's so easy.
Don't allow the unexpected.
Those perfect aren't misguided.
Therefore aren't to be corrected.
Don't waste time.
Forget basic respect.
Besides you...
I'm done learning how to fall.
All this being overlooked.
Has made me feel so small.
It's my own fault.
No longer breathe a word.
Silence speaks the loudest.
All else goes unheard.
It's only human.
To temper our fragility.
Beating each other to death.
To prove invulnerability.
It's so easy.
Don't allow the unexpected.
Those perfect aren't misguided.
Therefore aren't to be corrected.
Don't waste time.
Forget basic respect.
Besides you...
#disappointment
161 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 3:49pm
22nd Jun 2024 3:49pm
Carried away
Somewhat needed.
Your presence allows me to feel... effectively treated.
Fleeting.
As is all.
Resting Ever tentatively.
Enticing Ever memorably from, I can't recall?
Incessant static, analogous to comparison.
Amenable.
Hits the spot.
Chasing what you've lost.
By leaving it behind.
Your presence allows me to feel... effectively treated.
Fleeting.
As is all.
Resting Ever tentatively.
Enticing Ever memorably from, I can't recall?
Incessant static, analogous to comparison.
Amenable.
Hits the spot.
Chasing what you've lost.
By leaving it behind.
#drugs
123 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 3:49pm
22nd Jun 2024 3:49pm
Sheer
I'm not afraid man,
but I'm barely tethered.
Tied up in knots.
So poorly measured.
but I'm barely tethered.
Tied up in knots.
So poorly measured.
#myself
112 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 7:04am
22nd Jun 2024 7:04am
Almost
I guess you've one,
In the binary of life.
And I have nought.
In the binary of life.
And I have nought.
#myself
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2024 7:04am
22nd Jun 2024 7:04am
Gone
It's been months, still can't put myself together.
Stupid of me to believe I'd be yours forever.
The things your uncle did to you, your best friends suicide.
All the horrors you went through, for you I often cried.
When I thought you'd killed yourself, both times left me broken.
The sweet things that you'd say to me, I so needed to hear spoken.
The beauty in your movement, when you'd practice dance.
You are such an A type, to think I stood a chance.
I hope your life is perfect, I hope your dreams come true.
Despite the way it ended, I'll always...
Stupid of me to believe I'd be yours forever.
The things your uncle did to you, your best friends suicide.
All the horrors you went through, for you I often cried.
When I thought you'd killed yourself, both times left me broken.
The sweet things that you'd say to me, I so needed to hear spoken.
The beauty in your movement, when you'd practice dance.
You are such an A type, to think I stood a chance.
I hope your life is perfect, I hope your dreams come true.
Despite the way it ended, I'll always...
#breakup
#love
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