Submissions by Undivided_Praxis
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Thin Line
I'm...
6 feet deep in
undiagnosed dips
of mood.
Tryna keep
him strong when
nothing will do that
Even his girl ain't enough
Need to
be free and just
leave the world,
rise like a phoenix because
my past replays in the cinematic
psychopathic screen of my mind.
Every guy you find attractive
looks like hiiiiiim. Every guy who
you give attention to, looks like
hiiiiiiiim
----------
I text new guy's girl
I tell her I can't
my sorries are sand ...
6 feet deep in
undiagnosed dips
of mood.
Tryna keep
him strong when
nothing will do that
Even his girl ain't enough
Need to
be free and just
leave the world,
rise like a phoenix because
my past replays in the cinematic
psychopathic screen of my mind.
Every guy you find attractive
looks like hiiiiiim. Every guy who
you give attention to, looks like
hiiiiiiiim
----------
I text new guy's girl
I tell her I can't
my sorries are sand ...
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6 Comments
Letter to you.
I feel an emptiness
in my veins where you
used to be.
I wake from soundless dreams
your laugh echoing in my mind
I read poetry dedicated to you
and poetry dedicated to me
There is a void in
victimless shame
but you are the victim here
I realise why you've finally
stopped chasing the rainbow
that was our life together
because when met with
soul destroying silence
by the girl you thought was
different,
It is the only
logical response
You loved that I stuck ...
in my veins where you
used to be.
I wake from soundless dreams
your laugh echoing in my mind
I read poetry dedicated to you
and poetry dedicated to me
There is a void in
victimless shame
but you are the victim here
I realise why you've finally
stopped chasing the rainbow
that was our life together
because when met with
soul destroying silence
by the girl you thought was
different,
It is the only
logical response
You loved that I stuck ...
693 reads
6 Comments
Notes on- The walls of my heart and Russian Roulette
674 reads
4 Comments
Notes on- My Paradox and the pain.
Sick to
death of
constant
repetitive
rejection.
See
I say very little
I ruminate plenty
projecting my insecurities
protracting my inabilities
becoming more less
like myself than a day ago.
an hour ago, a minute ago.
For I am
tired of the
fact that I have to try
I need to slip away from
what I know
even if the unknown is
terrifying.
I'm
unsavable
he says
"I want to help
y o u through
your issues"
I tell him ...
death of
constant
repetitive
rejection.
See
I say very little
I ruminate plenty
projecting my insecurities
protracting my inabilities
becoming more less
like myself than a day ago.
an hour ago, a minute ago.
For I am
tired of the
fact that I have to try
I need to slip away from
what I know
even if the unknown is
terrifying.
I'm
unsavable
he says
"I want to help
y o u through
your issues"
I tell him ...
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4 Comments
Distant
You
don't believe
that
I
see
rainbows
reflected in
your soul.
I
will
tell you
continually
how
rivers
only flow
because
you breathe
life on
them.
Breathlessness
'It calms me when
you say my name'
so I
repeat it
my voice a
damp cloth
on your feverish
ears.
Hurt
coins have
two sides
you are a
£2 coin
sturdier
than the
pence
I happen
to be.
...
don't believe
that
I
see
rainbows
reflected in
your soul.
I
will
tell you
continually
how
rivers
only flow
because
you breathe
life on
them.
Breathlessness
'It calms me when
you say my name'
so I
repeat it
my voice a
damp cloth
on your feverish
ears.
Hurt
coins have
two sides
you are a
£2 coin
sturdier
than the
pence
I happen
to be.
...
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6 Comments
Notes on-Not being able to save you, empty apologies and broken bones
596 reads
7 Comments
On dreams and the vomiting of hearts
You are a gaping wound
on which your absence
pours salt, sodium
tastes good
but I am a fool
and your love is no longer
the gold I seek.
You visit late
at night in dreams
where you are a phantom
because I cut the chord
You are an existence
but my absence
has turned you into a spectre
of the person I once knew.
My apologies are less solid
than the vomit on the backs
of my olive-tinted skin
I have tainted you
in the murdering of 'us'
Is it a mystery?
to you, perhaps ...
on which your absence
pours salt, sodium
tastes good
but I am a fool
and your love is no longer
the gold I seek.
You visit late
at night in dreams
where you are a phantom
because I cut the chord
You are an existence
but my absence
has turned you into a spectre
of the person I once knew.
My apologies are less solid
than the vomit on the backs
of my olive-tinted skin
I have tainted you
in the murdering of 'us'
Is it a mystery?
to you, perhaps ...
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6 Comments
Notes on- being broken, and losing the only true path to completion
İ
You had dreams of us
being in Heaven restored
to full perfection in Gods image
ii.
I broke you
you are the shadow
the shell of an angel
who once had everything
he needed hidden in my
laugh.
iii
I have apologised
so many times and
repeated my mistakes
so they are empty now
like the homes of bullets
In a game of Roulette the
Russians adore more than
dictatorship.
iiii.
I see
Nothing.
You are no
longer on my
radar but I
am...
You had dreams of us
being in Heaven restored
to full perfection in Gods image
ii.
I broke you
you are the shadow
the shell of an angel
who once had everything
he needed hidden in my
laugh.
iii
I have apologised
so many times and
repeated my mistakes
so they are empty now
like the homes of bullets
In a game of Roulette the
Russians adore more than
dictatorship.
iiii.
I see
Nothing.
You are no
longer on my
radar but I
am...
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11 Comments
Sometimes
Sometimes
my mind drags itself back
to two years ago where
I was yours, fully.
But, two years later
having cut contact
realising you were
poison to my personal
progress
I am happier.
You never wanted kids
or a wedding
but we spoke
about those things
picked names for
non-existent children
and planned a small
wedding.
I see you're a
bit of a sensation
on Youtube now
sometimes
late at night I
listen to your
perspectives
on all things wise.
...
my mind drags itself back
to two years ago where
I was yours, fully.
But, two years later
having cut contact
realising you were
poison to my personal
progress
I am happier.
You never wanted kids
or a wedding
but we spoke
about those things
picked names for
non-existent children
and planned a small
wedding.
I see you're a
bit of a sensation
on Youtube now
sometimes
late at night I
listen to your
perspectives
on all things wise.
...
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10 Comments
Notes on- your friendship and the bond we share
Dearest you,
We haven't met
you refuse to leave
the beauty that is
(Our) country
for a holiday.
But that's okay
I have you to message
we laugh about stupid things
We cry to music we both adore
(I wonder if
Koray Avcı
makes you
Cry. I know
You introduced me
to him)
I hope my
Hatred of all
things
doesn't push you
away.
For now
you tell me it's okay.
I don't believe in
the same political
party but
I believe in you ...
We haven't met
you refuse to leave
the beauty that is
(Our) country
for a holiday.
But that's okay
I have you to message
we laugh about stupid things
We cry to music we both adore
(I wonder if
Koray Avcı
makes you
Cry. I know
You introduced me
to him)
I hope my
Hatred of all
things
doesn't push you
away.
For now
you tell me it's okay.
I don't believe in
the same political
party but
I believe in you ...
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7 Comments
Notes on- falsified hope and brittle bones
You,
Wanted to bask in the
aura of my company but
I didn't know another
had taken my place.
She..
Will wear white at
your wedding and you
wanted to rip my mind in
Two
with false promises of
Sunsets of the 'morrow
Why
Waste your time
in my company
if another
is what I hoped to be.
If
You're rubbing salt
into the wound,
know that there is ...
Wanted to bask in the
aura of my company but
I didn't know another
had taken my place.
She..
Will wear white at
your wedding and you
wanted to rip my mind in
Two
with false promises of
Sunsets of the 'morrow
Why
Waste your time
in my company
if another
is what I hoped to be.
If
You're rubbing salt
into the wound,
know that there is ...
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7 Comments
Notes on-bones that ache for the untouched
It's been years,
but today I stood
on my grandmother's balcony
both eyes fixed on your house
(You'd moved two doors down
some years back, so my eyes
had to work harder to spot you)
Today I
looked at the
redness of the soil
the dust on the rental
I stared at the vacancy
in the backseat
(Only your ghost
remains)
I no longer
mind insect bites
because you have
taught me that I
am a bloodless
fucker
I am
nothing
I miss
all of you
I want your soul ...
but today I stood
on my grandmother's balcony
both eyes fixed on your house
(You'd moved two doors down
some years back, so my eyes
had to work harder to spot you)
Today I
looked at the
redness of the soil
the dust on the rental
I stared at the vacancy
in the backseat
(Only your ghost
remains)
I no longer
mind insect bites
because you have
taught me that I
am a bloodless
fucker
I am
nothing
I miss
all of you
I want your soul ...
553 reads
12 Comments
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