Submissions by TomShields (Evilhappy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I don't feel like a poet. I empty a burden on my mind in one sitting most of the time and I just call it poetry because that is the label that fits it best.
Stiff Competition
How do you intend to win?"
He's already won in his mind's eye
"I'm not going to try."
"Well what then?"
"To attempt is a submission, we won't participate."
"How does success come if you do not?"
"I have forgone the victory to myself, I won't give it a second thought."
"You've yet to win, you've got no prize! Will you please just concentrate?"
"Not for even a second, place your hand steady."
"Honestly, man, we haven't time for games, are you going to concede to lose?"
His mind's eye met with mine, and asked if I was ready
"No, sir, you...
He's already won in his mind's eye
"I'm not going to try."
"Well what then?"
"To attempt is a submission, we won't participate."
"How does success come if you do not?"
"I have forgone the victory to myself, I won't give it a second thought."
"You've yet to win, you've got no prize! Will you please just concentrate?"
"Not for even a second, place your hand steady."
"Honestly, man, we haven't time for games, are you going to concede to lose?"
His mind's eye met with mine, and asked if I was ready
"No, sir, you...
#friendship
#money
#funny
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Night Time
Why is the morning grey?
The night welcomes malice with seductive claws
welcoming her into bed, shades of yesterday
overtake me in this inkwell cycle of forward pause
take time onward, let it stand no more;
shadows don't make me stay
night, you embrace the few starlit sparks I have in store
yet, sun you are old like my soul, cold, and far away.
The night welcomes malice with seductive claws
welcoming her into bed, shades of yesterday
overtake me in this inkwell cycle of forward pause
take time onward, let it stand no more;
shadows don't make me stay
night, you embrace the few starlit sparks I have in store
yet, sun you are old like my soul, cold, and far away.
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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Scathing Review
A young girl cried at the sight of
of, of
A man walked down the street beside himself
and himself
and her mother lashed out in light of
of, of
the fuming canister on my shoulders
I've gotta be sick right?
If it wasn't for me they'd be happier tonight
but, there's nerve gas in my neck
I struggle to breathe and these panic attacks leave me gasping for air!
Panic attacks for me are public panic
I can't be a bomb and a man, in control and in love, I just wanted someone to care!
I'm mad at myself and I feel like I'm going to...
of, of
A man walked down the street beside himself
and himself
and her mother lashed out in light of
of, of
the fuming canister on my shoulders
I've gotta be sick right?
If it wasn't for me they'd be happier tonight
but, there's nerve gas in my neck
I struggle to breathe and these panic attacks leave me gasping for air!
Panic attacks for me are public panic
I can't be a bomb and a man, in control and in love, I just wanted someone to care!
I'm mad at myself and I feel like I'm going to...
#anxiety
#regret
#hate
#heartbroken
#shame
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DU Poetry : Submissions by TomShields (Evilhappy)