Submissions by Thedeadinme
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Been writing poetry since my teens. I have no real schooling as a writer, moslty self tought, I just write what I feel. Poems are usually on the darker side.
Wish
She left her tools inside me
And I twitch pleasantly
Dying slowly always cured me
From her Frankenstein hand
I swallowed lies and bitter candy
My tongue itches red
She rapes my sanity
And I fade-
Away
Love me knots and beheaded daisies
Wither in my dark
She holds me slowly as I die
And rebirth-
A curse
I want to runaway
I just want to fade away
Wont she let me get away
How I wish to stay away
Lifeless on the table, sore
Bored again I bleed in frays
Scalpels mapping long...
And I twitch pleasantly
Dying slowly always cured me
From her Frankenstein hand
I swallowed lies and bitter candy
My tongue itches red
She rapes my sanity
And I fade-
Away
Love me knots and beheaded daisies
Wither in my dark
She holds me slowly as I die
And rebirth-
A curse
I want to runaway
I just want to fade away
Wont she let me get away
How I wish to stay away
Lifeless on the table, sore
Bored again I bleed in frays
Scalpels mapping long...
#loneliness
#dark
#relationships
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Musings of a Bitter Man 2
I dressed the sunset
For dark serenades echoed my heartache
My belly shook with the lust for more
Intoxication a bitter sweet gift
Like her kisses that scarred my liver
Scarred me over with cruel intentions
And hopeless nights between her thighs
*****
I never faulted her
Though that scarlet letter well deserved
The stirrings of her labido a sordid gift of past trauma
She always came back though
I don't know why
To watch me cry I figure
The many hands that...
For dark serenades echoed my heartache
My belly shook with the lust for more
Intoxication a bitter sweet gift
Like her kisses that scarred my liver
Scarred me over with cruel intentions
And hopeless nights between her thighs
*****
I never faulted her
Though that scarlet letter well deserved
The stirrings of her labido a sordid gift of past trauma
She always came back though
I don't know why
To watch me cry I figure
The many hands that...
#dark
#memories
#SelfReflection
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The Passing of Winter
The wintered sun departs my heart
Over vermillion leaves left scattered there
A gift for thee longing for dispair
Snowy bluffs to end the start
Of darkness asunder under dewy eyes maintained
For spoils long plundered and death be refrained
Colder stares long granted there
The promise of spring whispered upon the breeze
Frozen in the eyes of horizons long dawned
Bewitching the secrets of the skies far above
Entwined with the darkness I've held for your love
A pitying of doves stained red in your name
...
Over vermillion leaves left scattered there
A gift for thee longing for dispair
Snowy bluffs to end the start
Of darkness asunder under dewy eyes maintained
For spoils long plundered and death be refrained
Colder stares long granted there
The promise of spring whispered upon the breeze
Frozen in the eyes of horizons long dawned
Bewitching the secrets of the skies far above
Entwined with the darkness I've held for your love
A pitying of doves stained red in your name
...
#grief
#dark
#narrative #denial
#narrative #denial
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Tying Knots
I remember tying knots
Slinging steel and tying knots
All fucking day
A good wage in tying knots
Respectable
Climbing bars and tying knots
My hands bled, shoulders too
Oh, the live long day
And oh, what fun, at night we'd play
Slamming beers like the steel we slung all fucking day
Good boys, the crew I mean
Fuck the white hats
Those whom can't do teach
Or rather preach, fuck them and their sandbox
Fuck their blueprints too
Slinging steel and tying knots
How I miss them fucking days
Tying knots and taking...
Slinging steel and tying knots
All fucking day
A good wage in tying knots
Respectable
Climbing bars and tying knots
My hands bled, shoulders too
Oh, the live long day
And oh, what fun, at night we'd play
Slamming beers like the steel we slung all fucking day
Good boys, the crew I mean
Fuck the white hats
Those whom can't do teach
Or rather preach, fuck them and their sandbox
Fuck their blueprints too
Slinging steel and tying knots
How I miss them fucking days
Tying knots and taking...
#confessional
#memories
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Culling
Haunted by the past
The creatures mount the dark
Mourning their past glories
From sea to dying shores
They wither at the core
Igniting inner fury
Dogs once bred for war
Now lapping at stitched wounds
Cull the weak with euthanasia
Symbiotic to be sure
Of the host and of the worm
Dying souls to linger
Kiss not the beast for fear of shame
And dying in his name
Of ashy dust and cinders
The creatures mount the dark
Mourning their past glories
From sea to dying shores
They wither at the core
Igniting inner fury
Dogs once bred for war
Now lapping at stitched wounds
Cull the weak with euthanasia
Symbiotic to be sure
Of the host and of the worm
Dying souls to linger
Kiss not the beast for fear of shame
And dying in his name
Of ashy dust and cinders
#soldiers
#MentalHealth
#apathy #sacrifice
#apathy #sacrifice
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Musings of a Bitter Man
I chase the vodka with some water
For my demons chase me farther
Sometimes the stupor makes it harder
Other times
Not so much
***
I grab her by the tits
She holds me by the balls
Her touch too cold
A Queen of Ice
Behold her in her glory
Breaker of men
Still I cum
And she smiles
Coldly
***
I walk a fine line between two souls
She let me go long ago
Funny when I look back on darker times...
For my demons chase me farther
Sometimes the stupor makes it harder
Other times
Not so much
***
I grab her by the tits
She holds me by the balls
Her touch too cold
A Queen of Ice
Behold her in her glory
Breaker of men
Still I cum
And she smiles
Coldly
***
I walk a fine line between two souls
She let me go long ago
Funny when I look back on darker times...
#dark
#relationships
#confessional
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I Lament
She breathes in my hate
Her lovely lungs scarred with woe
She drowns in my loathing
Her soul falters there
I glance her over
A flower wilted in her greif
Amongst the stems and thorns
Her beauty to glare me over
Her eyes weep for me
That fucking bitch
Left alone in my rue
Too good, for me and her
My heart it aches
It seldom beats for her now
A lonely drummer
Rythms of my dissonance echo in the distance
I struggle in her suffering
Fuck the sunrise of her smile
The...
Her lovely lungs scarred with woe
She drowns in my loathing
Her soul falters there
I glance her over
A flower wilted in her greif
Amongst the stems and thorns
Her beauty to glare me over
Her eyes weep for me
That fucking bitch
Left alone in my rue
Too good, for me and her
My heart it aches
It seldom beats for her now
A lonely drummer
Rythms of my dissonance echo in the distance
I struggle in her suffering
Fuck the sunrise of her smile
The...
#dark
#relationships
#conflict
#confessional
#lover
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Silence In the Garden
By the star of Orion, neath his belt led astray
Where the river Acheron drowns with dismay
Of far away stares better seen through blind eyes
The gates of far off wonders left us grasping for the skies
Her dark sihllouette feted the masses on high
The echos of degradation oft left murmured with a sigh
A millenia born of madness ushered in to it's lost gate
Left at the alter of darkness with the teaming hands of fate
Her pale veil hung out on the breeze of wanting
Beset by avarice the skies left haunting
For darker horizons...
Where the river Acheron drowns with dismay
Of far away stares better seen through blind eyes
The gates of far off wonders left us grasping for the skies
Her dark sihllouette feted the masses on high
The echos of degradation oft left murmured with a sigh
A millenia born of madness ushered in to it's lost gate
Left at the alter of darkness with the teaming hands of fate
Her pale veil hung out on the breeze of wanting
Beset by avarice the skies left haunting
For darker horizons...
#dark
#mythology
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Random Encounter?
Bill Ashen was a pleasent man. He was a plump fellow with a knack for bringing a smile to the face of anyone he knew. Slightly over weight, though truth be told he couldn't care less about it. His wife however, was another story. She was a sickly thin woman whom nagged poor old Bill to the bone. But Bill was a pleasent man and as such agreed to walk around the block everynight before bed to appease Brenda and keep his weight under control.
On one such night, just after watching his favorite hockey team lose their third consecutive game. Old Bill decided to keep walking. He kept...
On one such night, just after watching his favorite hockey team lose their third consecutive game. Old Bill decided to keep walking. He kept...
#fate
#ShortStory
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Folk Magic
Evil remains in this seance of sorts
Only witnessed within the most darkest of courts
Beseiged are those whom stumble upon
As all that is good retreats with the dawn
By the light of the moon this evil remains
And under the stars, strength it regains
Of darkness and hubris this evil is born
The dark hour draws near so all I forewarn
So stay off the path of the Forest of Black
For those whom dare enter may never come back
Of black magic spells and old pagan rites
This evil is conjured in unholy sites
Bondage and mayhem are things to...
Only witnessed within the most darkest of courts
Beseiged are those whom stumble upon
As all that is good retreats with the dawn
By the light of the moon this evil remains
And under the stars, strength it regains
Of darkness and hubris this evil is born
The dark hour draws near so all I forewarn
So stay off the path of the Forest of Black
For those whom dare enter may never come back
Of black magic spells and old pagan rites
This evil is conjured in unholy sites
Bondage and mayhem are things to...
#dark
#mythology
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The Reflecting Statue
I carve the giant of stone and misery
Shallow is my ego
My shadow hides
Deep within a vagrant state
Flagrant beauty escapes my hand
Lost to the touch
A curse of better reasonings
Silence begets my violence
And I crack the stone of life
Shallow is my ego
My shadow hides
Deep within a vagrant state
Flagrant beauty escapes my hand
Lost to the touch
A curse of better reasonings
Silence begets my violence
And I crack the stone of life
#regret
#identity
#confessional #SelfReflection
#confessional #SelfReflection
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One Day at A Time (A Time to Die)
The flickering of the walls and dancing shadows assault my every sense
A wonder of the pharmaceutical age
I spy a spider crawling
Spooky in the depths of withdrawl
Of damaged veins and scarred membranes
Euphoria beset by woe
I estimate how much I need to die
Suicide by needle
A binge to die, a last soiree
Of meth and blow and heroins kiss
My life to live and right to die
A wonder of the pharmaceutical age
I spy a spider crawling
Spooky in the depths of withdrawl
Of damaged veins and scarred membranes
Euphoria beset by woe
I estimate how much I need to die
Suicide by needle
A binge to die, a last soiree
Of meth and blow and heroins kiss
My life to live and right to die
#suicide
#drugs
#addiction
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