Submissions by TeenageDirtbag96
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A long-haired freak from the land of Robin Hood...
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 1:12pm
2nd Oct 2015 1:12pm
This Hurt
I loved someone once, this you already know,
Feelings drove me to the depths of agony and woe,
Left me with a gaping hole in my chest,
And a million questions that refused me rest.
Pain, this nightmare driving me insane,
The same sad story all over again...
Hating myself, hating my own thoughts, my mind,
Hating this uncertainty, stumbling around blind,
Looking for shelter, for somewhere to hide,
But the worst place to run is my own head, inside.
Fear, this horror driving me to the brink,
This same sad story... I can't even think......
Feelings drove me to the depths of agony and woe,
Left me with a gaping hole in my chest,
And a million questions that refused me rest.
Pain, this nightmare driving me insane,
The same sad story all over again...
Hating myself, hating my own thoughts, my mind,
Hating this uncertainty, stumbling around blind,
Looking for shelter, for somewhere to hide,
But the worst place to run is my own head, inside.
Fear, this horror driving me to the brink,
This same sad story... I can't even think......
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 11:25pm
1st Oct 2015 11:25pm
Hope
What is hope?' I ask of you,
'Is it something false or something true?'
Looking back, it seems I never knew
until I found myself hoping for you.
Of hope and prayer I would once make light,
I called them 'fear, clad in white',
but here I find myself hoping that you just might
pull through, and so I readjust my sight.
I was wrong, I know this much,
in calling things like prayer a crutch.
Now I sit and clasp my hands, as such
that your fate, perhaps, I can touch.
'What is hope?' I preach to you,
'It is not false, but eternally...
'Is it something false or something true?'
Looking back, it seems I never knew
until I found myself hoping for you.
Of hope and prayer I would once make light,
I called them 'fear, clad in white',
but here I find myself hoping that you just might
pull through, and so I readjust my sight.
I was wrong, I know this much,
in calling things like prayer a crutch.
Now I sit and clasp my hands, as such
that your fate, perhaps, I can touch.
'What is hope?' I preach to you,
'It is not false, but eternally...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 11:24pm
1st Oct 2015 11:24pm
Without Me
There's a knot in stomach, tears in my eyes,
Voices in my head repeat those painful empty lies.
'She's better off without you', they whisper to me...
'You hurt her and without you she could finally be happy'
I used to hear those words, only now do I listen...
In those falsehoods I see reality begin to glisten.
I've hurt her before... and I will do again...
Only a matter of time before we reach there and then.
I must face the honest truth,
'Her life will never be perfect, as long as it's infected with you'
"She's better off without...
Voices in my head repeat those painful empty lies.
'She's better off without you', they whisper to me...
'You hurt her and without you she could finally be happy'
I used to hear those words, only now do I listen...
In those falsehoods I see reality begin to glisten.
I've hurt her before... and I will do again...
Only a matter of time before we reach there and then.
I must face the honest truth,
'Her life will never be perfect, as long as it's infected with you'
"She's better off without...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 3:02pm
1st Oct 2015 3:02pm
Abyss
Love, that which keeps me sane
in a world I once thought filled with anguish and pain...
Love, that which I used to feel.
Love, when you did you stop being so real?
Hate, not for they but I,
the weak fool who never even bothered to try...
Hate, for he who simply prayed.
Hate, for he sat whilst feelings decayed...
Emptiness, the shell is all that's left
of a man whom of love is completely bereft...
Emptiness, that dark abyss,
consumes him with its tender kiss...
in a world I once thought filled with anguish and pain...
Love, that which I used to feel.
Love, when you did you stop being so real?
Hate, not for they but I,
the weak fool who never even bothered to try...
Hate, for he who simply prayed.
Hate, for he sat whilst feelings decayed...
Emptiness, the shell is all that's left
of a man whom of love is completely bereft...
Emptiness, that dark abyss,
consumes him with its tender kiss...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 3:01pm
1st Oct 2015 3:01pm
To Raise the Beloved Dead
What matters is that you’ve been missed.
How long you’ve been gone matters not.
So here I stand, to set you free,
And your body of inevitable, damnable, rot.
Dear source of all my joy. My Light.
I cannot let you resign to cruel fate.
So I prepare a sacred rite.
That Death’s hand, I pray, will sate.
Love, I know you are in a better place.
A Heaven, this is where you belong.
So I consider reconsidering.
But without you, I find, life is wrong.
You loved in life, and were loved in turn.
Even Death itself has failed to stop this....
How long you’ve been gone matters not.
So here I stand, to set you free,
And your body of inevitable, damnable, rot.
Dear source of all my joy. My Light.
I cannot let you resign to cruel fate.
So I prepare a sacred rite.
That Death’s hand, I pray, will sate.
Love, I know you are in a better place.
A Heaven, this is where you belong.
So I consider reconsidering.
But without you, I find, life is wrong.
You loved in life, and were loved in turn.
Even Death itself has failed to stop this....
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 1:48pm
30th Sep 2015 1:48pm
Life, Fate and Fears
What drives us on, we mortal men?
What compels my hand to wield the pen?
Is it a love of life and living,
That, these urges, keeps on giving?
Could we have a purpose? Yes!
A reason behind this world, this mess.
But if for one thing we’re all meant,
Then why are we all so different?
It could be fate, which marks the way
Until I lie, a corpse, some day.
But if so then why think about it now,
If to some predetermined choice I bow?
Why do I protect all I hold dear?
Upon another’s death, shed a tear?
I now see it, the answer...
What compels my hand to wield the pen?
Is it a love of life and living,
That, these urges, keeps on giving?
Could we have a purpose? Yes!
A reason behind this world, this mess.
But if for one thing we’re all meant,
Then why are we all so different?
It could be fate, which marks the way
Until I lie, a corpse, some day.
But if so then why think about it now,
If to some predetermined choice I bow?
Why do I protect all I hold dear?
Upon another’s death, shed a tear?
I now see it, the answer...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 1:46pm
30th Sep 2015 1:46pm
So Much Glass
You’ve made this harder than it has to be!
Cain's absolute marker, etched right into me,
Staining me, scarring me, a wound for all to see,
And all you do is point it out, point me out!
I am what I am, and I’m wrong in this land
My view is disregarded, worthless and bland
My opinion is always overruled, outmanned
And all I do is, like a broken soldier, rout.
My being breaks, like so much glass.
Though, once I found myself among a light.
It burned, I then thought, eternally bright.
It’s acceptance of me kindled a new might.
Within...
Cain's absolute marker, etched right into me,
Staining me, scarring me, a wound for all to see,
And all you do is point it out, point me out!
I am what I am, and I’m wrong in this land
My view is disregarded, worthless and bland
My opinion is always overruled, outmanned
And all I do is, like a broken soldier, rout.
My being breaks, like so much glass.
Though, once I found myself among a light.
It burned, I then thought, eternally bright.
It’s acceptance of me kindled a new might.
Within...
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