Submissions by Troubled_1
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2018 5:08pm
19th Dec 2018 5:08pm
Stains
Gray on green
Wastelands own son.
Desperate to avoid
Retracing steps of the
Troubled one.
Bladder full
Piss and moan
Facing bone
Still alone.
Mouthpiece in place
Hands broken
On the walls
My hate stains.
Nothing but fear left behind,
Cowardice incarnate.
Wastelands own son.
Desperate to avoid
Retracing steps of the
Troubled one.
Bladder full
Piss and moan
Facing bone
Still alone.
Mouthpiece in place
Hands broken
On the walls
My hate stains.
Nothing but fear left behind,
Cowardice incarnate.
#anxiety
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Dec 2018 5:38pm
6th Dec 2018 5:38pm
Concave reflection
Shell shocked and self absorbed
Listen to the weakness leaving me.
Blood out,mud in
Here we fucking go again.
Won't eat can't sleep
I've got the fix
Ready made death
Premixed.
Eyes open and red.
Rest up days of rest,
destruction lies ahead.
Listen to the weakness leaving me.
Blood out,mud in
Here we fucking go again.
Won't eat can't sleep
I've got the fix
Ready made death
Premixed.
Eyes open and red.
Rest up days of rest,
destruction lies ahead.
#addiction
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2018 4:25am
5th Dec 2018 4:25am
Epitaph
Long gone love, lost and far away.
Seems like it was vulnerable
Easy to damage and lead astray.
Taken advantage of
I don't remember love
September skies and sunshine.
Featured in memory of,
Lost and broken love.
Seems like it was vulnerable
Easy to damage and lead astray.
Taken advantage of
I don't remember love
September skies and sunshine.
Featured in memory of,
Lost and broken love.
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2018 3:24pm
30th Nov 2018 3:24pm
The room
I've entered the space,
This room holds the casualties of my own personal demons.
Outside my comfort zone
I sit I scan I am.
Always alone, in my case it's insanity held in place by circumstances
A fellowship of the flawed,
Inside I'm all wrong
Skins to tight tonight.
My heart is spun out
A pounding reminder of my weakness
Palms sweaty, fucking reject.
Is it over yet?
Fellowship of the flawed.
Hugs and handshakes
Smiles on display.
Here's a keychain
Attach it to the...
This room holds the casualties of my own personal demons.
Outside my comfort zone
I sit I scan I am.
Always alone, in my case it's insanity held in place by circumstances
A fellowship of the flawed,
Inside I'm all wrong
Skins to tight tonight.
My heart is spun out
A pounding reminder of my weakness
Palms sweaty, fucking reject.
Is it over yet?
Fellowship of the flawed.
Hugs and handshakes
Smiles on display.
Here's a keychain
Attach it to the...
#anxiety
524 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2018 5:38pm
18th Jan 2018 5:38pm
Window
I'm sitting,
Waging war within.
The turmoil shifts and shapes this man you hate to have to love.
Looking in, your own struggle is apparent but not mine to bear.
Windows.
Thin skin is broken again,
Target and tear.
So much empathy for me,
But unfortunately I won't care.
A window into the chrysalis.
Wings not meant for wind,
Worms at work again.
Waging war within.
The turmoil shifts and shapes this man you hate to have to love.
Looking in, your own struggle is apparent but not mine to bear.
Windows.
Thin skin is broken again,
Target and tear.
So much empathy for me,
But unfortunately I won't care.
A window into the chrysalis.
Wings not meant for wind,
Worms at work again.
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2018 8:56pm
12th Jan 2018 8:56pm
...
Tears again
Fire, rain.
I think I understand pain.
Words lost that love found again.
My lonely time.
I've another face,and I'm going to try to begin again.
Follow me back.
Races and running I'm here.
Oh, my tears.
Ohio I'm always here.
Fire, rain.
I think I understand pain.
Words lost that love found again.
My lonely time.
I've another face,and I'm going to try to begin again.
Follow me back.
Races and running I'm here.
Oh, my tears.
Ohio I'm always here.
#love
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2018 3:31am
7th Jan 2018 3:31am
G.O.N.E
Well...another brother, buried and left
Many miles and one last breath.
Days keep passing and begin again,
I still wonder when will it end.
Memories of times gone by, and still I have to try.
My own struggle becoming too much,
Dreams of us are out of touch.
I'm here for the next I wonder when...
Fuck it I'm tired of writing you pick up the pen.
Gone.
In loving and crazy ass memory of.
Benjamin Morrison.
Ended. 1-5-18
My brother
Many miles and one last breath.
Days keep passing and begin again,
I still wonder when will it end.
Memories of times gone by, and still I have to try.
My own struggle becoming too much,
Dreams of us are out of touch.
I'm here for the next I wonder when...
Fuck it I'm tired of writing you pick up the pen.
Gone.
In loving and crazy ass memory of.
Benjamin Morrison.
Ended. 1-5-18
My brother
#grief
#brother
#death
#LifeCycle
#emotional
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2017 10:22am
28th Dec 2017 10:22am
3:56
No sleep.
Space heater failing to warm me
It's 3:56 and I can't shut down.
I'll be dead, Shaun style of course.
Encountering all walking dead and
Others who spent time painting
And texting and killing?
If tuning in to see intent and such
Were my skill set, I'd be awake anyway.
Considering conditions and factors watching stone cold killers perform as actors.
Definitely a better reason for this fucking phone in my hands and to hell with a space heater.
GT-R in my driveway instead of the beater.
But skills like this only sour never...
Space heater failing to warm me
It's 3:56 and I can't shut down.
I'll be dead, Shaun style of course.
Encountering all walking dead and
Others who spent time painting
And texting and killing?
If tuning in to see intent and such
Were my skill set, I'd be awake anyway.
Considering conditions and factors watching stone cold killers perform as actors.
Definitely a better reason for this fucking phone in my hands and to hell with a space heater.
GT-R in my driveway instead of the beater.
But skills like this only sour never...
#PopCulture
651 reads
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