Submissions by Triv
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Real life, raw unedited, brash, emotional poetry - a roller coaster - a real psalmist of the times,.
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Jun 2016 4:00am
16th Jun 2016 4:00am
Until The End
I feel the pull of the need of those who hurt,
their cries ring out on the hour; asking me to deliver,
"please bring me comfort please save me from the dirt"
They beg for some form of friendship;
Food, drugs, sex, "oh, please keep me company
Until Lucifer or God comes for me,
I do not wish to be lonely."
But lonely is all I've been
where were my friends in the beginning?
I forged my way, I've learned to get by
with or without anything or anyone.
...
their cries ring out on the hour; asking me to deliver,
"please bring me comfort please save me from the dirt"
They beg for some form of friendship;
Food, drugs, sex, "oh, please keep me company
Until Lucifer or God comes for me,
I do not wish to be lonely."
But lonely is all I've been
where were my friends in the beginning?
I forged my way, I've learned to get by
with or without anything or anyone.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2016 11:32am
10th Jun 2016 11:32am
Time Bombs
The here and now is nothing.
It’s meaningless.
I am more concerned about what lays ahead.
The future is the focus.
So I bide my time as I lay away nuggets of truth.
Like little time bombs ready to blow when the time expires.
I set them up and put the charges in place.
The detonation
is a matter of external force
applied by the natural responses
of ignorant people.
They walk blindly into certain self destruction
I stand back
watch the fire works go off
and smile;
knowing
All I did was lived my life for who I am
and...
It’s meaningless.
I am more concerned about what lays ahead.
The future is the focus.
So I bide my time as I lay away nuggets of truth.
Like little time bombs ready to blow when the time expires.
I set them up and put the charges in place.
The detonation
is a matter of external force
applied by the natural responses
of ignorant people.
They walk blindly into certain self destruction
I stand back
watch the fire works go off
and smile;
knowing
All I did was lived my life for who I am
and...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2016 1:18am
3rd Jun 2016 1:18am
The Moment to Cum
I found a little friend,
she was white and numb.
Shes dying inside;
looking for that one honest person
to make sense to her.
Shes like me; like you and everyone, searching for the truth;
but what we find is far different from what we had in mind
for as real as we can be;
I've learned fantasies are often better than reality
kept safely in our heads rather than acted out;
When we get face to face, reality is scary.
No one talks this way anymore.
we're too afraid, running from the...
she was white and numb.
Shes dying inside;
looking for that one honest person
to make sense to her.
Shes like me; like you and everyone, searching for the truth;
but what we find is far different from what we had in mind
for as real as we can be;
I've learned fantasies are often better than reality
kept safely in our heads rather than acted out;
When we get face to face, reality is scary.
No one talks this way anymore.
we're too afraid, running from the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th May 2016 6:59am
19th May 2016 6:59am
Natasha
She came into my room and laid under my blanket
Looking so cute and seductive and not even trying
I awkwardly placed myself beside her
Talked to her and got closer
Eventually gave in and just cuddled her
A few slips of the mouth and we both
Were saying we wanted each other in different languages
I brought my face closer to hers,
To tempt her lips
But she did not kiss me right away
Breaking the tension after she told me she had a boyfriend
I told her to lay on her stomach and massaged her shoulders
She whispers “are you trying to turn me on...
Looking so cute and seductive and not even trying
I awkwardly placed myself beside her
Talked to her and got closer
Eventually gave in and just cuddled her
A few slips of the mouth and we both
Were saying we wanted each other in different languages
I brought my face closer to hers,
To tempt her lips
But she did not kiss me right away
Breaking the tension after she told me she had a boyfriend
I told her to lay on her stomach and massaged her shoulders
She whispers “are you trying to turn me on...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2016 8:10am
18th May 2016 8:10am
Psychosis
You sick little doll,
May I fix you?
I’m going to rip off your head,
lay you to rest in a dirt bed.
Oh please don’t scream
You make such a lovely dream.
May I have this dance
Who cares about your broken stance.
Shall I keep you?
Or kill you?
A headless doll,
Not good at all
How’s the dirt?
You say it hurt
Did it?
Oh shit.
I guess you were human…
…After all
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May I fix you?
I’m going to rip off your head,
lay you to rest in a dirt bed.
Oh please don’t scream
You make such a lovely dream.
May I have this dance
Who cares about your broken stance.
Shall I keep you?
Or kill you?
A headless doll,
Not good at all
How’s the dirt?
You say it hurt
Did it?
Oh shit.
I guess you were human…
…After all
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2016 4:24am
14th May 2016 4:24am
Cheap Ramen
look at my small.
emaciated muscles;
hard working muscles;
fed on cheap ramen
beer;
and hard work;
lifting pails of stucco every day.
sometimes the boss doesn't pay
but what can I say;
I get by and cant complain
while others cry;
And try so hard to be something more
than they were meant to be'
ill be me ill be me;
I am free.....
Look at my pathetic molded mind
I'm lost, lost in time; and my mind
is the only thing between me and
the...
emaciated muscles;
hard working muscles;
fed on cheap ramen
beer;
and hard work;
lifting pails of stucco every day.
sometimes the boss doesn't pay
but what can I say;
I get by and cant complain
while others cry;
And try so hard to be something more
than they were meant to be'
ill be me ill be me;
I am free.....
Look at my pathetic molded mind
I'm lost, lost in time; and my mind
is the only thing between me and
the...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2016 3:36am
14th May 2016 3:36am
A Someone
once upon a time there was a peon who believed;
he believed in good and had a vision of the future;
bad things would happen;
people would die
and ones sanity would be bent.
For the price of doing what is right
to your fellow man
even when they choose to do
wrong by you...
This peon became a someone, a someone
who became a hero, a hero that became
Number one
This peon became a someone, a someone
who became a hero, a hero that became
Number one
...
he believed in good and had a vision of the future;
bad things would happen;
people would die
and ones sanity would be bent.
For the price of doing what is right
to your fellow man
even when they choose to do
wrong by you...
This peon became a someone, a someone
who became a hero, a hero that became
Number one
This peon became a someone, a someone
who became a hero, a hero that became
Number one
...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2016 3:49am
4th May 2016 3:49am
Abstract Painting
A work of art, caught in a flash;
beautiful today but it wont last…
For all the light you brought;
darkness is coming and everything we had
is quickly burning;
I wish you didn’t play that song
the first time we met; the first time we kissed;
the first time we fucked;
the first time we fought;
I wish you didn’t play those songs.
Now I can’t listen to those songs.
burning in my chest; burning in my lungs;
waking from the nightmares of your disfigured face;
I still sometimes… like to look at...
beautiful today but it wont last…
For all the light you brought;
darkness is coming and everything we had
is quickly burning;
I wish you didn’t play that song
the first time we met; the first time we kissed;
the first time we fucked;
the first time we fought;
I wish you didn’t play those songs.
Now I can’t listen to those songs.
burning in my chest; burning in my lungs;
waking from the nightmares of your disfigured face;
I still sometimes… like to look at...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2016 3:36am
4th May 2016 3:36am
Box Of Ashes
As of late, sometimes a door locked
more often than not closed
sealing off a –
world of a loved one no longer with us
just a few months gone
and now all that remains
are the fond memories remembered between family
and friends
around your favorite spots hanging out, with beers in our hands
tilting them to the side, a sip for you
You made us smile – all the time when you were with us
and now we smile remembering you
And now….
In your room on a desk sits
a box of ashes
a box of you
and tears fucking stream from my eyes in painful...
more often than not closed
sealing off a –
world of a loved one no longer with us
just a few months gone
and now all that remains
are the fond memories remembered between family
and friends
around your favorite spots hanging out, with beers in our hands
tilting them to the side, a sip for you
You made us smile – all the time when you were with us
and now we smile remembering you
And now….
In your room on a desk sits
a box of ashes
a box of you
and tears fucking stream from my eyes in painful...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2016 5:57am
3rd May 2016 5:57am
Hello Stranger
She caught my attention,
as I was walking down the street.
I gasped and stopped,
then my heart skipped a beat.
It was she,
the one from my cage,
I was out,
away from those that make me rage.
Today like me,
she was free.
It was unpredictable,
most likely unstoppable.
Call it fate,
I called it our first date.
You see she was not like me and them.
She was of the norm,
a pretty flower on a long stem.
I was a hideous weed,
whose petals were dead.
Yet she looked passed the mends,
and into my head.
As I...
as I was walking down the street.
I gasped and stopped,
then my heart skipped a beat.
It was she,
the one from my cage,
I was out,
away from those that make me rage.
Today like me,
she was free.
It was unpredictable,
most likely unstoppable.
Call it fate,
I called it our first date.
You see she was not like me and them.
She was of the norm,
a pretty flower on a long stem.
I was a hideous weed,
whose petals were dead.
Yet she looked passed the mends,
and into my head.
As I...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd May 2016 1:13am
3rd May 2016 1:13am
Death Is Waiting For Me
Death is waiting for me
Just as he waits for you
Ever so patiently.
Don’t know if he’s
Peering ‘round the corner
Or waiting, waving a sign
At the end of times.
Will death poses a man
And condemn that soul
With mortal hands
As life is strangled
From my face
Or slip silently into my heart
As some disease
Contracted from contact
With forms like rats
And things that have slithered
In the dark.
To say could it be then
That it will be the makers
Hand, in the end,
Indeed,
that strikes me down.
Divine...
Just as he waits for you
Ever so patiently.
Don’t know if he’s
Peering ‘round the corner
Or waiting, waving a sign
At the end of times.
Will death poses a man
And condemn that soul
With mortal hands
As life is strangled
From my face
Or slip silently into my heart
As some disease
Contracted from contact
With forms like rats
And things that have slithered
In the dark.
To say could it be then
That it will be the makers
Hand, in the end,
Indeed,
that strikes me down.
Divine...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd May 2016 9:49pm
2nd May 2016 9:49pm
Tomorrow Is Coming
Today I placed my convictions
Tomorrow is coming quickly
I’m haunted by yesterday
Today I placed my convictions…
Tomorrow is coming quickly…
I’m haunted by yesterday ….
Today I changed, I tucked all my hate
into a nice little ball that will explode tomorrow;
as my high wears down; I’m haunted by yesterday
The man that I was, the man that I could be
the man that I became!
The man that I was, the man that I could be
the man that I became!
WAS ALL A PART OF WHO YOU WERE TO ME!
Today I placed my convictions
Tomorrow is coming quickly...
Tomorrow is coming quickly
I’m haunted by yesterday
Today I placed my convictions…
Tomorrow is coming quickly…
I’m haunted by yesterday ….
Today I changed, I tucked all my hate
into a nice little ball that will explode tomorrow;
as my high wears down; I’m haunted by yesterday
The man that I was, the man that I could be
the man that I became!
The man that I was, the man that I could be
the man that I became!
WAS ALL A PART OF WHO YOU WERE TO ME!
Today I placed my convictions
Tomorrow is coming quickly...
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