Submissions by Sweetry (Insanitys fuse)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a free soul, troubled, and addicted to more than I'm not. I ve taken, and now give back to heal my wounds. I will always be me and always will speak. I'm a mess, but truly blessed.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Feb 2016 7:40am
15th Feb 2016 7:40am
Gods of the experimental vision
So many to choose from. Variety given so we can have fun. I'm a Christian, I'm a Buddhist, I'm a Jew. I'm a morman, I'm a witness of jehova, Yet I used to practice Hindu. I was taught to believe in the truth, I was told that having faith was a virtue. I was baptized by the Catholic priest. I was expected to believe. The word was crammed down my throat but never wanted a feast. Yet it wasn't up to me. For manipulation begins at age three. A steady diet of fear and It had done the trick. For I was terrified of making God upset and him getting pissed. All I could see were the gates of hell. A...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2016 6:42pm
12th Feb 2016 6:42pm
f**ked up for the last time.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2016 8:48am
10th Feb 2016 8:48am
choices or voices
yeah Its me that voice in your head. hey Over here Im the choice that's fed. so many choices, so many voices. I'm a fucking addict and it aint fair that I'm expected to choose. for the voices give choices but I always seem to lose. scattered, shattered and You blame me for the shit. Why not be real and look at the reasons I'm losing my grip.
First of all I was born to abuse. But atleast its drugs and not little children like you do. I was raised in the gutters that protect your house. The streets were my home in which you know nothing about. I have survived the streets, two terms in...
First of all I was born to abuse. But atleast its drugs and not little children like you do. I was raised in the gutters that protect your house. The streets were my home in which you know nothing about. I have survived the streets, two terms in...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 5:26pm
8th Feb 2016 5:26pm
Heavenly Hell
I dwell in this well of heavenly hell. I reach for the light, I cast many spells. I talk to the stars, I dream and believe. I yearn for mercy, I request relief. I listen, I wait, I hope and pray. I watch the night turn to day. I fear, I overcome, I survive and maintain. I laugh, I cry, I go from crazy to sane.
What it is and what it's not. I admire the idea but hate what's not. I remember more than I seem to forget. I cherish the gifts and hate the regret. I carry the burdens of the devils deeds. I optimistically approach my reasons to be.
I was taught to follow and be one...
What it is and what it's not. I admire the idea but hate what's not. I remember more than I seem to forget. I cherish the gifts and hate the regret. I carry the burdens of the devils deeds. I optimistically approach my reasons to be.
I was taught to follow and be one...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2016 10:49pm
6th Feb 2016 10:49pm
A quick jaunt.
Before I dive off this mountain into the trees. I sit atop in my car away from the breeze. I pull out that bag of beautiful Buds. I pick, pluck, stick it in and light it up. I donate that motherfucker to my motherfucking head. I gotta get up and back to the trees. A couple hours left til I can leave them be. Fucking stoned I am and, I can't get up. All I got is some valentine chocolates to munch. No more liquid water, to quench my thirst. Fucking stoned I am and, it feels like the first. I don't want to open my door, its cold out there. Fucking stoned I am and, ain't going anywhere.
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 11:55pm
5th Feb 2016 11:55pm
Mental Mayhem
Mental mayhem within the walls of my confines. Trapped yet fighting to uncover the mind mines. Discouraged but not without courage. For my instincts tell me that i must find a way to flourish. If I only knew what it was that ive known. If time was my friend i would be worthy of a loan. Why must the clock stay ticking when life takes what shouldnt be missing. Giving is my way of not wishing. Forever are the secrets that I keep in my box. Why do i fret upon what i always thought would be lost. Cant find reasons for all the questions that i ask. For answers always come, just never that fast. Who...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 11:30pm
5th Feb 2016 11:30pm
picture what it is
Picture what it is that makes you whole. Then cut it in half and realize so. For what it is that we chase and desire. Excepting the truth ignites the fire. Life is full of choices and actions. Complicated yet we have similar reactions. Blessed and cursed and luck is absent. Only timing and fate create whats meant. Who do we think we are. For we have no idea how we got this far. Is there a reason or is it nothing but living. Whats a memory when its not forgiving. Love takes time, .for trusting seems like a crime. Not able to bend but able to break. As life takes us on a ride to hells gates....
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 2:42pm
5th Feb 2016 2:42pm
your word is how your heard
your word is all you own. your actions are always shown. time is not a friend. memories recall what was said. people bend, people break. were taught to love, and learn to hate. a bunch of you are. why you are who you are is a reflection of yourself. many can be fooled. many can be schooled. you should be running and trying to hide. smiling faces most often tell lies. excuses are given. to disguise whats hidden. forgiving is letting go. forgetting is never so. for i may forgive and refuse to forget. forgive me and I will forget. but you wont forget what you forgave. the defining nature of all...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2016 2:20pm
5th Feb 2016 2:20pm
Hey God, can you hear me?
Once again I look to the sky and ask God, why. The only voice I ever here is that of mine. I curse at the heavens to give me an answer. My life is a gift. So why is living like a cancer? No reason to be here, no reason to leave. The joy never outlasts the grief. For what I was taught to believe is not what it is. love is unconditional and yet God has conditions. I can only assume that God must be twisted. You gave us the world than you slam it on our head. I question the reality of why we live to regret. I was taught to believe that youd be my loving guide. Am I supposed to keep...
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