Submissions by TheFutureEmbrace
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about what I know. Emotional, confessional words. I guess sometimes it can be quite depressive or macabre stuff, but I don't see it as such. Anyway, when was there ever a happy poet?
34 & 2
I have stared at trees,
and wondered
I have glanced at branches,
then tempered
My weight verses the wood
as expected-
Life over loss-
then exempted.
But bravery is not my suit
More repentance
Remorse for the unregrettable-
so unrelenting
Minutes of memories long lost-
I can’t recant them
But I can hold myself-
to a standard of higer lending
Or judge my words,
To not be pretending
I will walk these pages,
Still uncomprehending
And...
and wondered
I have glanced at branches,
then tempered
My weight verses the wood
as expected-
Life over loss-
then exempted.
But bravery is not my suit
More repentance
Remorse for the unregrettable-
so unrelenting
Minutes of memories long lost-
I can’t recant them
But I can hold myself-
to a standard of higer lending
Or judge my words,
To not be pretending
I will walk these pages,
Still uncomprehending
And...
#hurt
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Broken Box
Have you ever hung in a pile of trash
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash
Or died in a room that haunts
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts
I have lived in hollows bare
And empty shells of past
Piggy-backed on those who care
To make any sordid lie last
There is no line nor word-
No syllable or rhyme,
That can ever expunge
my rancid hate and crime
Locked in these walls
Field and death heads combine
I always wish for erasure
A life led half held and divine
...
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash
Or died in a room that haunts
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts
I have lived in hollows bare
And empty shells of past
Piggy-backed on those who care
To make any sordid lie last
There is no line nor word-
No syllable or rhyme,
That can ever expunge
my rancid hate and crime
Locked in these walls
Field and death heads combine
I always wish for erasure
A life led half held and divine
...
#anxiety
#love
#grief #breakup
#grief #breakup
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Cycles of Regret
I thought we were bound
I thought we were pure
We could never be parted-
We were never unsure
Yet as months turned to years
Blisters began to form
I could feel it approaching
The eye of our storm
And now here I am-
again and alone
I threw us away
No room left to atone.
I sit and wail-
Over the loss of your touch
A hypocrite’s objections
Is all I have to clutch
I’m trapped in a nightmare
Endless cycles of regret
As your memories of me fade
Mine I can...
I thought we were pure
We could never be parted-
We were never unsure
Yet as months turned to years
Blisters began to form
I could feel it approaching
The eye of our storm
And now here I am-
again and alone
I threw us away
No room left to atone.
I sit and wail-
Over the loss of your touch
A hypocrite’s objections
Is all I have to clutch
I’m trapped in a nightmare
Endless cycles of regret
As your memories of me fade
Mine I can...
#grief
#breakup
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Today
Sleep away this day
to nothing.
Bleach my bones
and lead me lost
to nothing.
Circle above
and pick me clean
to nothing.
Blackness now
as tunnel vision
pulls
to something.
Yearning voids
that erase
all thoughts
of loving.
Goodbye to
notions
of peace and of-
becoming.
to nothing.
Bleach my bones
and lead me lost
to nothing.
Circle above
and pick me clean
to nothing.
Blackness now
as tunnel vision
pulls
to something.
Yearning voids
that erase
all thoughts
of loving.
Goodbye to
notions
of peace and of-
becoming.
#grief
#death
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Dots in the Distance
Weary wondersome ways
Across these sands
That I've held dear
Horizons are never promised peace
I cannot become that man
Calmed by Mediterranean blue
The slip is gentle with its words.
So why am I not soothed?
Perhaps its the hole in my heart
That whispers only 'her'
That keeps me stumbling-
Over pebbles under foot.
Tell me-
is it wrong to query waves
This far from home.
Or am I simply seeking questions without answers.
Across these sands
That I've held dear
Horizons are never promised peace
I cannot become that man
Calmed by Mediterranean blue
The slip is gentle with its words.
So why am I not soothed?
Perhaps its the hole in my heart
That whispers only 'her'
That keeps me stumbling-
Over pebbles under foot.
Tell me-
is it wrong to query waves
This far from home.
Or am I simply seeking questions without answers.
#love
#grief
#heartbroken #despair
#heartbroken #despair
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Sibling
I had grown,
20 years and shy
One of three
Not knowing we
were without.
Youngest to be
and one of a lifetime
without knowing
that there is a piece gone.
When I realised
you were alone
I wept and cried
for how could kin be so?
To make things right
And learn your name
Was a greater joy
Than I ever could explain.
You had lived away
from any help I could give
And all the love,
a brother could need.
But the past is fog
Amongst the clearing
of our bonds. ...
20 years and shy
One of three
Not knowing we
were without.
Youngest to be
and one of a lifetime
without knowing
that there is a piece gone.
When I realised
you were alone
I wept and cried
for how could kin be so?
To make things right
And learn your name
Was a greater joy
Than I ever could explain.
You had lived away
from any help I could give
And all the love,
a brother could need.
But the past is fog
Amongst the clearing
of our bonds. ...
#love
#brother
#family
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The Greenhouse Effect
What thought dances
with your mind,
every single day.
Is it the rope, or the blade
the pills, or the pain,
Which destiny seems
to devour
every haunting dream.
Is it the cold- and the numb
the emptiness, of the sun
Is it the fear, or lack of love
the searing stench from above
are there 'mares that never cease
or your heart - devoid of peace.
Is it the tears of those left lost
or the relief they feel, that cost.
Tell me once
I beg to know
how can I abandon hope
no future left to sow....
with your mind,
every single day.
Is it the rope, or the blade
the pills, or the pain,
Which destiny seems
to devour
every haunting dream.
Is it the cold- and the numb
the emptiness, of the sun
Is it the fear, or lack of love
the searing stench from above
are there 'mares that never cease
or your heart - devoid of peace.
Is it the tears of those left lost
or the relief they feel, that cost.
Tell me once
I beg to know
how can I abandon hope
no future left to sow....
#suicide
#despair
#emptiness
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The Meadow
In dreams we bloom
like snowdrops in the sun
carpets of white, amongst
the whistling of the winds.
But no Autumn comes
no branches laid bare
only leaves singing,
green and rich,
and teeming with warmth.
Upon hills we loom,
where valleys call
to us. Booming, louder
than ever before.
Here within the heather
the voice of the next,
beckoning us to leave
those phantoms behind,
transcend these bonds.
I can still smell you, ...
like snowdrops in the sun
carpets of white, amongst
the whistling of the winds.
But no Autumn comes
no branches laid bare
only leaves singing,
green and rich,
and teeming with warmth.
Upon hills we loom,
where valleys call
to us. Booming, louder
than ever before.
Here within the heather
the voice of the next,
beckoning us to leave
those phantoms behind,
transcend these bonds.
I can still smell you, ...
#love
#dreams
#nature
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Clogged Artery
Once again, I'm here
Along this road, upon this route
my journey of regret
lovers met - there she lived
and brothers left - so long ago.
Decades back and forth
The same furore as before-
501s and heartbreak, with
all these years lost.
Memories of Masonic misdeeds
so many thoughts unclean,
and the callousness of youth.
This final ride I started forever ago
04, when she was still alive
And I was sore even then.
I'm down this road again
The last ride I'll ever take ...
Along this road, upon this route
my journey of regret
lovers met - there she lived
and brothers left - so long ago.
Decades back and forth
The same furore as before-
501s and heartbreak, with
all these years lost.
Memories of Masonic misdeeds
so many thoughts unclean,
and the callousness of youth.
This final ride I started forever ago
04, when she was still alive
And I was sore even then.
I'm down this road again
The last ride I'll ever take ...
#sadness
#grief
#hurt
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Lost Lens
I have wondered
once or twice in my life
what it means
to be blind.
To never see
what we have lost
To never glimpse
what we could hold.
Does sight grant us
hope. In these
days of darkened rain?
Would it not be
easy, so little-
to do.
If we could just
unsee the cracks.
Undo the past,
and undo you.
I have yearned,
more than thrice
to never look upon
your face again.
What does it mean
to look back,
on the images of
our...
once or twice in my life
what it means
to be blind.
To never see
what we have lost
To never glimpse
what we could hold.
Does sight grant us
hope. In these
days of darkened rain?
Would it not be
easy, so little-
to do.
If we could just
unsee the cracks.
Undo the past,
and undo you.
I have yearned,
more than thrice
to never look upon
your face again.
What does it mean
to look back,
on the images of
our...
#grief
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Untitled
My favourite poem, called 'Gone'
About a girl, I had lost
Now it has disappeared too.
Is that irony,
or coincidence?
About a girl, I had lost
Now it has disappeared too.
Is that irony,
or coincidence?
#satirical
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The Willow Tree
Timeless irreverence
Spiraling light and lust-
continuing endlessly.
Doing the dance of a million steps
done so stoically before.
Patchwork patterned trysts, left
Unsaid, unscorched, unfettered
by the apex of time.
Sharp beauty under a pebble-
in the cusps of a swaying leaf.
I sit silently- gazing intently
at the willow tree outside the window.
Rocking merrily in the wind
Slowly waltzing its smooth, sedate steps
to the melodies of a tranquil life.
With the...
Spiraling light and lust-
continuing endlessly.
Doing the dance of a million steps
done so stoically before.
Patchwork patterned trysts, left
Unsaid, unscorched, unfettered
by the apex of time.
Sharp beauty under a pebble-
in the cusps of a swaying leaf.
I sit silently- gazing intently
at the willow tree outside the window.
Rocking merrily in the wind
Slowly waltzing its smooth, sedate steps
to the melodies of a tranquil life.
With the...
#happiness
#love
#hope #peace
#hope #peace
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