Submissions by TMA (Apollo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Painting pretty pictures of pain
Harmattan
how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?
too often we forget that the light casts shadows
and that her rays do burn sometimes
and her beams blind as they illuminate
that the devil is an angel too
sweet little devil with the broken halo
kissed me lonely and let me go
kissed me lonely and made it so
sweet little devil with the broken halo
how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?
after feeling her rays spill on me like the rain
after hearing her lips spill out my name
after tasting the...
too often we forget that the light casts shadows
and that her rays do burn sometimes
and her beams blind as they illuminate
that the devil is an angel too
sweet little devil with the broken halo
kissed me lonely and let me go
kissed me lonely and made it so
sweet little devil with the broken halo
how does one go back to the cold after seeing the sun?
after feeling her rays spill on me like the rain
after hearing her lips spill out my name
after tasting the...
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Unfamiliar
She reeked of regrets,
and yesterdays
and "what if"s,
and maybes,
and grief,
and lost love
and broken trust
and broken hearts
and three a.m
and tear-stained pillows
and bloodshot eyes
and sad songs
and "What did I do wrong?"s;
she bore the past stoically,
and never once complained as it broke her spirit and flayed her soul
she sipped yesterday slow, with no chaser
and let it burn in her belly.
so when happiness finally came calling,
she was no longer familiar with...
and yesterdays
and "what if"s,
and maybes,
and grief,
and lost love
and broken trust
and broken hearts
and three a.m
and tear-stained pillows
and bloodshot eyes
and sad songs
and "What did I do wrong?"s;
she bore the past stoically,
and never once complained as it broke her spirit and flayed her soul
she sipped yesterday slow, with no chaser
and let it burn in her belly.
so when happiness finally came calling,
she was no longer familiar with...
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In Conclusion...
If it all ends, then it ends.
Few things in this life were fated to last forever.
And when it all comes crashing down,
I will remember that it once stood;
and that it was beautiful.
So too;
If there ever comes the day when her heart no longer yearns for mine.
When I am no longer the light in her eyes
And my words no longer bring her comfort
I will remember that there exists a time in eternity
Where I love her.
And she loves me
And that is all that truly matters
#TMA
Few things in this life were fated to last forever.
And when it all comes crashing down,
I will remember that it once stood;
and that it was beautiful.
So too;
If there ever comes the day when her heart no longer yearns for mine.
When I am no longer the light in her eyes
And my words no longer bring her comfort
I will remember that there exists a time in eternity
Where I love her.
And she loves me
And that is all that truly matters
#TMA
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Roses
We take our blessings where we can get them.
Smile when we can
Laugh when we shouldn't
Life is too short
Happiness, too rare
So we steal a couple moments here and there
Still a couple storms every now and again.
Play our music way too loud and sing even louder
It is all we can do to not be consumed by this earth.
Our beds did not come with roses, so we learned to plant our own
Smile when we can
Laugh when we shouldn't
Life is too short
Happiness, too rare
So we steal a couple moments here and there
Still a couple storms every now and again.
Play our music way too loud and sing even louder
It is all we can do to not be consumed by this earth.
Our beds did not come with roses, so we learned to plant our own
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Block
I put pen to paper
But everything I have to say has been said.
This pain is not new
This hurt is all too familiar
I've been here before
I know my way around.
My heart beats foreign inside my chest;
But I am not impressed
I know the demons by name now
Why does the darkness feel like home?
#TMA
But everything I have to say has been said.
This pain is not new
This hurt is all too familiar
I've been here before
I know my way around.
My heart beats foreign inside my chest;
But I am not impressed
I know the demons by name now
Why does the darkness feel like home?
#TMA
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Her Eyes Sang
She cried like a sad song.
Shedding symphonies on my shoulder.
I wanted more than anything to kiss her through the orchestra of her tears.
But it is known;
that the lips cannot dance while the eyes sing for someone else.
So I sat a while longer.
Watching her body tremble and shake to a melody he was not around to hear.
#TMA
Shedding symphonies on my shoulder.
I wanted more than anything to kiss her through the orchestra of her tears.
But it is known;
that the lips cannot dance while the eyes sing for someone else.
So I sat a while longer.
Watching her body tremble and shake to a melody he was not around to hear.
#TMA
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Empty
I swear, you deserve a poem.
Heartache like this...
...doesn't come around too often.
I should probably write a poem for you too.
It is only right.
But alas...
...the ones who came before you
They took everything.
I have nothing left to give.
So I sit here in pain.
Sweet excruciating pain
But all the words have been said.
There are no metaphors left.
I am sorry my love.
For though the knife struck deep.
Immortality I'm afraid...
...is not for you.
Heartache like this...
...doesn't come around too often.
I should probably write a poem for you too.
It is only right.
But alas...
...the ones who came before you
They took everything.
I have nothing left to give.
So I sit here in pain.
Sweet excruciating pain
But all the words have been said.
There are no metaphors left.
I am sorry my love.
For though the knife struck deep.
Immortality I'm afraid...
...is not for you.
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Not much of a party but...
How nice it must be
to feel
like the world
owes you something.
To not live
like your very existence
requires a
good enough excuse.
'Cause when you feel
like your every breath
should come with
an apology,
you go through most days
like a party
that you were never
exactly invited to.
Keeping your expectations
lower than
your eyes
at the possibility of
contact with another's.
With your tongue
held tightly
to your chest
Your every action
a shitty attempt
at...
to feel
like the world
owes you something.
To not live
like your very existence
requires a
good enough excuse.
'Cause when you feel
like your every breath
should come with
an apology,
you go through most days
like a party
that you were never
exactly invited to.
Keeping your expectations
lower than
your eyes
at the possibility of
contact with another's.
With your tongue
held tightly
to your chest
Your every action
a shitty attempt
at...
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Hubris maybe...
I like to think I've preserved myself in bits and pieces hidden in random writings here and there.
I mean...
if someone somewhere
remembers
that one line
from
that
one poem
I wrote
that one time,
then I'll never die...
...right?
I mean...
if someone somewhere
remembers
that one line
from
that
one poem
I wrote
that one time,
then I'll never die...
...right?
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Terms and Conditions Apply
Some days I won't be that much fun.
On some days the jokes all disappear.
On some days my tongue lies heavy in my mouth and I do not wish to speak.
On some days I'm just a big ball of gloom floating in a sea of sadness...
...and I do not have a reason
So before you presume to love me, think again.
'Cause you're going to have to love me on those days too
#TMA
On some days the jokes all disappear.
On some days my tongue lies heavy in my mouth and I do not wish to speak.
On some days I'm just a big ball of gloom floating in a sea of sadness...
...and I do not have a reason
So before you presume to love me, think again.
'Cause you're going to have to love me on those days too
#TMA
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I'm in that "kick your sandcastle down" kinda mood
That "yeah, I hear you laughing - stfu" kinda mood
"See this little kid playing - pop his balloon" kinda mood
"Oh you about to go out huh, I hope it rains" kinda mood
"Do I look like I'm in the mood to play games?" kinda mood
"Padi leggo me bo - leave me alone" kinda mood
And I'm not taking any calls, "get off my line" kinda mood
"Wet blanket state of mind, all the time" kinda mood
That "yeah, I hear you laughing - stfu" kinda mood
"See this little kid playing - pop his balloon" kinda mood
"Oh you about to go out huh, I hope it rains" kinda mood
"Do I look like I'm in the mood to play games?" kinda mood
"Padi leggo me bo - leave me alone" kinda mood
And I'm not taking any calls, "get off my line" kinda mood
"Wet blanket state of mind, all the time" kinda mood
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Answer
One day we will have to answer for our sins
Choices and consequences
Actions and repercussions
We all have to face the music sometime.
........................................................................
So, I sit here reflecting on this mess of a life I live
The lovers I have left in my wake,
holding nothing but a few haunting memories and the sour end of a goodbye.
I wonder what manner of hell they give me for that.
Or maybe this is hell...
...and everything and everyone just an elaborate punishment
Cursed to suffer...
Choices and consequences
Actions and repercussions
We all have to face the music sometime.
........................................................................
So, I sit here reflecting on this mess of a life I live
The lovers I have left in my wake,
holding nothing but a few haunting memories and the sour end of a goodbye.
I wonder what manner of hell they give me for that.
Or maybe this is hell...
...and everything and everyone just an elaborate punishment
Cursed to suffer...
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