Submissions by Smoogej1s (Taylor)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 4:13am
19th Feb 2014 4:13am
Insomniac
the dance of sorrow
in the eyes of darkness
a whisper hangs in the air
and clings to a secret
if tears fall on a cotton pillow
does anyone hear them
do they shatter the darkness
with an echoing sigh
upon a wish with
closed eyes
an insomniac rests
her body slumbers in the darkness
restless
the chaos of her mind
never slows
until it shuts down
from exhaustion
the illusion of sleep
a closed eyed insomniac
physical body at rest
the chaos of
an over animated mind
restless into the ...
in the eyes of darkness
a whisper hangs in the air
and clings to a secret
if tears fall on a cotton pillow
does anyone hear them
do they shatter the darkness
with an echoing sigh
upon a wish with
closed eyes
an insomniac rests
her body slumbers in the darkness
restless
the chaos of her mind
never slows
until it shuts down
from exhaustion
the illusion of sleep
a closed eyed insomniac
physical body at rest
the chaos of
an over animated mind
restless into the ...
657 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Feb 2014 4:38pm
18th Feb 2014 4:38pm
Life Part 4
This kind of weather is really bad for my seasonal depression. Usually, with the help of meds, my depression is pretty well managed, in fact, as long as you didn't see my arms, or legs, most people wouldn't even know that I AM depressed. I'm not using my "condition" to make people feel sorry for me though (I know people that do, and honestly, it REALLY pisses me off.)
After dealing with Tony's abuse for over 4 years, and then another year of looking over my shoulder where ever I went, making sure he wasn't near me, etc. I finally got up the courage to press charges on him....
After dealing with Tony's abuse for over 4 years, and then another year of looking over my shoulder where ever I went, making sure he wasn't near me, etc. I finally got up the courage to press charges on him....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Feb 2014 6:52pm
12th Feb 2014 6:52pm
Life Part 2
As mentioned before, my life hasn’t exactly been rainbows and butterflies. I didn’t grow up in the picturesque, loving family with a mom and a dad and several siblings. I didn’t grow up with a dog or a cat, hell I didn’t even get a fish. I mean sure, I have siblings, a brother, and I had a little sister too. But I also had a dad, haven’t talked to or about him in years, probably the better part of my life, and honestly, I don’t plan to again.
If you ask doctors, or rather therapists, they’ll tell you I’m insane, that I’m in stable, and not capable of basic human interaction....
If you ask doctors, or rather therapists, they’ll tell you I’m insane, that I’m in stable, and not capable of basic human interaction....
674 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 2:32pm
11th Feb 2014 2:32pm
The Sky
the sky moves at a lackadaisical pace
clouds shapeshift in celestial space
the blue turns to white and back again
shadows cast upon the sunlights grin
the wind dances to the tune of the wind
whimsical silence echoes within
a minor to those who can hear
soul changing sounds from the inner ear
the sky shatters to the sound of a tear
as thunder and lightning draw ever so near
mournful rain pulls the color from light
with a deafening sound the blinding of sight
the sky dies within my own eyes
cascading grey across my wondering...
clouds shapeshift in celestial space
the blue turns to white and back again
shadows cast upon the sunlights grin
the wind dances to the tune of the wind
whimsical silence echoes within
a minor to those who can hear
soul changing sounds from the inner ear
the sky shatters to the sound of a tear
as thunder and lightning draw ever so near
mournful rain pulls the color from light
with a deafening sound the blinding of sight
the sky dies within my own eyes
cascading grey across my wondering...
547 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jan 2014 9:29pm
29th Jan 2014 9:29pm
My Statued Silhouette
I will be a friend to all
and an enemy to none
unless I am crossed
then beware my wrath
I stand
strangled by my own hands
I lie
strangled by my own hands
I die
strangled by my own hands
I will be a friend to all
and an enemy to none
unless I am crossed
then beware my wrath
I assure you
you won’t want to be the one
that has to endure me
I stand
strangled by my own hands
alone in the dark
as a statued silhouette
I stand
and an enemy to none
unless I am crossed
then beware my wrath
I stand
strangled by my own hands
I lie
strangled by my own hands
I die
strangled by my own hands
I will be a friend to all
and an enemy to none
unless I am crossed
then beware my wrath
I assure you
you won’t want to be the one
that has to endure me
I stand
strangled by my own hands
alone in the dark
as a statued silhouette
I stand
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 4:59pm
28th Jan 2014 4:59pm
My Final Sunrise
On the horizon the burning sunrise
sets the sky ablaze
within my chest I feel my heart rest
as the sunlight steals my gaze
shades of fire dance in the morning sky
reds and oranges fade to yellow
silhouettes in my eyes
swaying in perfect tempo
my senses fall numb as my eyes drink in the sight
muted ears sleep in silence
my skin unknowingly warmed by the light
engrossed in sensory decadence
not sound nor word could form my lips
to describe the beauty I envision
into a trance my mind has slipped
without a conscious...
sets the sky ablaze
within my chest I feel my heart rest
as the sunlight steals my gaze
shades of fire dance in the morning sky
reds and oranges fade to yellow
silhouettes in my eyes
swaying in perfect tempo
my senses fall numb as my eyes drink in the sight
muted ears sleep in silence
my skin unknowingly warmed by the light
engrossed in sensory decadence
not sound nor word could form my lips
to describe the beauty I envision
into a trance my mind has slipped
without a conscious...
691 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 2:57pm
21st Jan 2014 2:57pm
Innocence
the world is an oyster
the perception
and expectation
unjaded
innocence is held
in the souls
of our infants
the world revolves
around a smile
a cackle of a laugh
and a baby’s cry
our hearts smile
and laugh with them
just as they break
upon the sound
of their unhappiness
the perception
and expectation
unjaded
innocence is held
in the souls
of our infants
the world revolves
around a smile
a cackle of a laugh
and a baby’s cry
our hearts smile
and laugh with them
just as they break
upon the sound
of their unhappiness
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 2:56pm
21st Jan 2014 2:56pm
The Ultimate Release
my words have fallen upon deafened ears
my thoughts upon a dying mind
my tears have dried
and fallen to ash at my own feet
with the passing of time
sorrow has found a home here
and settled within my erosion
in the lines
and pits of my skin
dissolving corrosion
my smile has died a thousand deaths
my laugh stemmed within my throat
my frown has become a fixture upon my face
carved within the stone
dread has too come to stay
resting upon my brow
casting subtle shadows down my face
and illuminating my frown
...
my thoughts upon a dying mind
my tears have dried
and fallen to ash at my own feet
with the passing of time
sorrow has found a home here
and settled within my erosion
in the lines
and pits of my skin
dissolving corrosion
my smile has died a thousand deaths
my laugh stemmed within my throat
my frown has become a fixture upon my face
carved within the stone
dread has too come to stay
resting upon my brow
casting subtle shadows down my face
and illuminating my frown
...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 2:57pm
15th Jan 2014 2:57pm
Just Another Day
I shake my head
and grind my teeth
at the audacity of this life
the irony you can't choke back
and the forces you cannot fight
with clinched fists
and red blurred vision
I face this fucking day
the anxiety
and all of this panic
inner turmoil and rage
I squint my eyes
to force the tears
back where they belong
not an ounce of any weakness
only showing that I’m strong
I nearly severe my own tongue
as not to cause a fuss
knowing goddamn good and well
I don’t really give a fuck
I love the relentless kicks to the...
and grind my teeth
at the audacity of this life
the irony you can't choke back
and the forces you cannot fight
with clinched fists
and red blurred vision
I face this fucking day
the anxiety
and all of this panic
inner turmoil and rage
I squint my eyes
to force the tears
back where they belong
not an ounce of any weakness
only showing that I’m strong
I nearly severe my own tongue
as not to cause a fuss
knowing goddamn good and well
I don’t really give a fuck
I love the relentless kicks to the...
679 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 2:55pm
15th Jan 2014 2:55pm
Subsides
within the grey of the morning sky
behind the clouds where the light subsides
a hollow release of a timid sigh
too shallow for the world to take notice
a sullen breeze carries the whispered cry
across the air the echoed plight
and when the words fall from sight
the world is too shallow to take notice
a question asked behind swollen eyes
what happens when emotions die?
upon the ground the tears have dried
too shallow for the world to take notice
emersed in the grey of a mourning sky
a sullen breeze and whispered cries
a...
behind the clouds where the light subsides
a hollow release of a timid sigh
too shallow for the world to take notice
a sullen breeze carries the whispered cry
across the air the echoed plight
and when the words fall from sight
the world is too shallow to take notice
a question asked behind swollen eyes
what happens when emotions die?
upon the ground the tears have dried
too shallow for the world to take notice
emersed in the grey of a mourning sky
a sullen breeze and whispered cries
a...
675 reads
4 Comments
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