Submissions by Sveide
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"We drown in pneumonia, not rivers and streams"
Searching.
I've been searching,
Under a starless winters night.
This loneliness, a cold reflection of the storm in my veins.
Slowly killing me.
One could only hope.
I've been searching,
Under a blood red moon, in the stormy seas of the pacific.
Your footsteps disappearing along the crests of loveless wave after wave.
Oh Gods, that suffering should be so extensive.
I've been searching,
Throughout trails and tunnels,
From the highest peak of hope, to the deepest valley of repose.
Tracing the lines, like a knife through butter.
For a...
Under a starless winters night.
This loneliness, a cold reflection of the storm in my veins.
Slowly killing me.
One could only hope.
I've been searching,
Under a blood red moon, in the stormy seas of the pacific.
Your footsteps disappearing along the crests of loveless wave after wave.
Oh Gods, that suffering should be so extensive.
I've been searching,
Throughout trails and tunnels,
From the highest peak of hope, to the deepest valley of repose.
Tracing the lines, like a knife through butter.
For a...
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Life of a Sailor.
Another night.
Another wave crashing against the metal.
Another cigarette.
Another spark.
Another sleepless night,
Another wasted moment.
Another breath escapes me.
Another beam of moonlight embraces me.
Another soul lives, because of me.
Another breath restores me.
Ungrateful.
Liar. Cheater.
Eyes sewn shut.
Scum of the Earth.
Water.
Filled with shit.
Filled with emptiness
Flowing forever around me.
Trapping me.
Dirty shit water.
To kill the hope inside of me.
To smother that...
Another wave crashing against the metal.
Another cigarette.
Another spark.
Another sleepless night,
Another wasted moment.
Another breath escapes me.
Another beam of moonlight embraces me.
Another soul lives, because of me.
Another breath restores me.
Ungrateful.
Liar. Cheater.
Eyes sewn shut.
Scum of the Earth.
Water.
Filled with shit.
Filled with emptiness
Flowing forever around me.
Trapping me.
Dirty shit water.
To kill the hope inside of me.
To smother that...
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bubble bath inspired writing.
Transparent and anemic, the masses.
They crowd and cover.
Some burst, some hide.
Manufactured, produced.
Their shells blanket what lies within.
Within. They strive for individuality.
Beneath, the shell.
They kill themselves to try and mutate.
Change.
Manipulate.
Self mutilate.
Kill.
Kill the the predictable,
The common, Kill the stereotype.
Kill themselves.
Drowning, they're killing themselves.
To contrast, a different shade, a different color.
To reflect themselves, merely themselves.
No...
They crowd and cover.
Some burst, some hide.
Manufactured, produced.
Their shells blanket what lies within.
Within. They strive for individuality.
Beneath, the shell.
They kill themselves to try and mutate.
Change.
Manipulate.
Self mutilate.
Kill.
Kill the the predictable,
The common, Kill the stereotype.
Kill themselves.
Drowning, they're killing themselves.
To contrast, a different shade, a different color.
To reflect themselves, merely themselves.
No...
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