Submissions by UsedToKnowMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 5:15am
11th Jun 2015 5:15am
Misspoken, Mistaken, Mis-known
I like to think I'm obvious or blunt about things
But I guess I'm not or at least not enough:
Because I can't always put things into words
So I’ll try to tell you what I am and what I’m not
See, it's not that I'm not telling you;
it's that I am but you just don't understand.
It's not that I don't want to do something,
It’s just I don't want to intrude
Or be rude or someone you can’t stand
Look, It's not that I want end the conversation,
It’s I don't know what else to say
I’m seldom good at verbalization
Or saying hey! I meant this...
But I guess I'm not or at least not enough:
Because I can't always put things into words
So I’ll try to tell you what I am and what I’m not
See, it's not that I'm not telling you;
it's that I am but you just don't understand.
It's not that I don't want to do something,
It’s just I don't want to intrude
Or be rude or someone you can’t stand
Look, It's not that I want end the conversation,
It’s I don't know what else to say
I’m seldom good at verbalization
Or saying hey! I meant this...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2015 11:45am
26th Jan 2015 11:45am
Please don't go yet
Sing me a song
For those nights long gone
Be a hum, a hymn, or a harmony
A wordless lullaby
Before you say that awful word
Goodbye
For those nights long gone
Be a hum, a hymn, or a harmony
A wordless lullaby
Before you say that awful word
Goodbye
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2015 1:47am
19th Jan 2015 1:47am
To not know
I don't know anymore,
I don't know what to do,
What to think, how to fix it,
Anything. I know something’s wrong
But I can't pin point the problem.
I feel lost within myself.
My everyday apathy towards life is routine
Like a machine who is waiting for a command
That never comes so it waits in
Perpetual existence
And seldom broken silence.
My head a hollow log
Held by the cold streaming river
My body impersonates, frozen yet moving.
Like movements when drowsy,
Everything feels laborious.
I had held such sweet aspirations,...
I don't know what to do,
What to think, how to fix it,
Anything. I know something’s wrong
But I can't pin point the problem.
I feel lost within myself.
My everyday apathy towards life is routine
Like a machine who is waiting for a command
That never comes so it waits in
Perpetual existence
And seldom broken silence.
My head a hollow log
Held by the cold streaming river
My body impersonates, frozen yet moving.
Like movements when drowsy,
Everything feels laborious.
I had held such sweet aspirations,...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Jan 2015 9:51pm
18th Jan 2015 9:51pm
To live rather than be alive
I’ll miss moments in the past
But I’ll always long for the future more
And shall I never have regrets
I’ll cherish old memories
But I’ll make new ones
I’ll learn more than I ever knew
And still thirst for more
I’ll travel the world for years
And still wish to see more
I’ll see all sides of humans
But I know to every shadow of darkness there is light
I’ll go through pain and sadness
But revel in happiness and joy
I wish to be something more
But in all states of myself
I’ll always love myself
I’ll always love the world
And...
But I’ll always long for the future more
And shall I never have regrets
I’ll cherish old memories
But I’ll make new ones
I’ll learn more than I ever knew
And still thirst for more
I’ll travel the world for years
And still wish to see more
I’ll see all sides of humans
But I know to every shadow of darkness there is light
I’ll go through pain and sadness
But revel in happiness and joy
I wish to be something more
But in all states of myself
I’ll always love myself
I’ll always love the world
And...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 12:49pm
14th Feb 2014 12:49pm
Still Drowning?
What do you do?
When you’re drowning on dry land?
What am I supposed to say to make you understand?
I’m falling through heaven
And walking through hell,
But my eyes are frozen,
In a deep dry spell.
The names I call, ---
Only bastards hear.
Speaking with demons,
It’s the angels I fear
Still drowning on dry land
Struggling with both hands
It’s the little things I can’t stand
The forgotten rights, the little wrongs
Still drowning, but dealing with people,
I know I won’t be long
I...
When you’re drowning on dry land?
What am I supposed to say to make you understand?
I’m falling through heaven
And walking through hell,
But my eyes are frozen,
In a deep dry spell.
The names I call, ---
Only bastards hear.
Speaking with demons,
It’s the angels I fear
Still drowning on dry land
Struggling with both hands
It’s the little things I can’t stand
The forgotten rights, the little wrongs
Still drowning, but dealing with people,
I know I won’t be long
I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 4:08am
25th Jan 2014 4:08am
I'm just a broken piece
I’m love without a lover, I’m a sickness without a victim, I’m both a crime and criminal and A story book with missing pages, hidden pages, torn pages and pages never touched, Words that went unspoken, unwritten, unsaid, un-lead by a voice that need to be heard but couldn’t save itself from lost pride or future regret.
I’m sad song without lyrics just longing hums tears and mishaps sung by a teddy bear without a loving child. A house that’s not home, and a bed never slept in, a wind without whispers and a display of disarray displaying everyone that betrayed or casted away all...
I’m sad song without lyrics just longing hums tears and mishaps sung by a teddy bear without a loving child. A house that’s not home, and a bed never slept in, a wind without whispers and a display of disarray displaying everyone that betrayed or casted away all...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 3:43am
16th Jan 2014 3:43am
Growing Darkness
Old truths come to life, come to light.
Disappointment, a life without,
Is a life I never lived.
For it’s not one I have ever lived in,
Any life I know not I had.
Forgotten Promises, already broken.
A hero falls, and my world gets a little darker
And sadness piles with tears locked in my eyes.
They can’t escape or perhaps,
They already have.
Think, breathe, sleep, wake, repeat.
An existence that burdens me
With unnecessary purposes, if a purpose at all.
A flowing of emotions, frozen, in apathy.
Addictions following like...
Disappointment, a life without,
Is a life I never lived.
For it’s not one I have ever lived in,
Any life I know not I had.
Forgotten Promises, already broken.
A hero falls, and my world gets a little darker
And sadness piles with tears locked in my eyes.
They can’t escape or perhaps,
They already have.
Think, breathe, sleep, wake, repeat.
An existence that burdens me
With unnecessary purposes, if a purpose at all.
A flowing of emotions, frozen, in apathy.
Addictions following like...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 9:51am
5th Jan 2014 9:51am
Only Rivers Cry
To tell them
Is to let the world know
To show them
Is to make it a show
However you try to make them see
They ever really see deep enough
Still you may try
My soul’s a sea you can’t see
Maybe a simmer of my self
But never more will you ever see
You’ll never know my murky thoughts
Or how dirty my waters are
My waters used to be so clear
In my crystal past
Oh how the world broke in
And dumped toxic experiences and left
Oh how it would rain day after day in the quite night
Few sunny moments and many cloudy days...
Is to let the world know
To show them
Is to make it a show
However you try to make them see
They ever really see deep enough
Still you may try
My soul’s a sea you can’t see
Maybe a simmer of my self
But never more will you ever see
You’ll never know my murky thoughts
Or how dirty my waters are
My waters used to be so clear
In my crystal past
Oh how the world broke in
And dumped toxic experiences and left
Oh how it would rain day after day in the quite night
Few sunny moments and many cloudy days...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 7:44pm
29th Nov 2013 7:44pm
Innocence Lost With Dark Days
In the great abyss
I see what was in yesterday
As life is in today
Contemplating a demise
As I glance into my demon’s eyes
A heart so heavy, I had left it
And a hungry so strong, I had let it eat me alive
Years had brewed me bitter, For
My eyes, were but a cold fury
My soul, a cold lead stone
I reach into the past, desperately
Searching for a memory to keep me placid
It’s something that never lasts
A fantasy of dreams long and long forgotten
A plethora of agony and horrors nip at me
Viciously, Spawning from past and present...
I see what was in yesterday
As life is in today
Contemplating a demise
As I glance into my demon’s eyes
A heart so heavy, I had left it
And a hungry so strong, I had let it eat me alive
Years had brewed me bitter, For
My eyes, were but a cold fury
My soul, a cold lead stone
I reach into the past, desperately
Searching for a memory to keep me placid
It’s something that never lasts
A fantasy of dreams long and long forgotten
A plethora of agony and horrors nip at me
Viciously, Spawning from past and present...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2013 4:59am
16th Nov 2013 4:59am
Pains of the heart
Pains of the heart
And many fears
Haunted thoughts
And many tears
Wants and wishes
Through cold years
Old and daunting
But never mirrored
Unforgotten, and near
Cost of lives lost
Turned and geared
A sad word
Underrated and smeared
Alive, I wouldn't say we are
Dawn and dust
Broken trust
Time is lost
At every cost
And many fears
Haunted thoughts
And many tears
Wants and wishes
Through cold years
Old and daunting
But never mirrored
Unforgotten, and near
Cost of lives lost
Turned and geared
A sad word
Underrated and smeared
Alive, I wouldn't say we are
Dawn and dust
Broken trust
Time is lost
At every cost
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2013 00:50am
10th Nov 2013 00:50am
To make light out of darkness
The lighter I make of things the less I feel the weight that life brings. I find content in my self-deceit and try to distort the truths I see. And the more I numb the pains, the tighter my baggage’s chains become, and its hard meeting life half way when I can barely stand it’s even harder pretending I'm ok when I can barely care for waking the next day. It is weird how no one seems to realize I feel this way when I see so many people how many times a day.
I can’t stand you, displaying your over-embellished victimhood, you thought it was a game that no one else would get, you took so...
I can’t stand you, displaying your over-embellished victimhood, you thought it was a game that no one else would get, you took so...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 1:36am
17th Oct 2013 1:36am
Waiting For love
Waiting for love is a hard thing to do
With no one to give all your precious love to
Always wanting and wishing for that someone for you
And all that blushing and hoping that he wants you too
And waiting for the time when you find him saying be mine
Whatever you may do love will always surprise you
Cupid plays tricks on your heart and your mind
Before you realize love is not based on time
With no one to give all your precious love to
Always wanting and wishing for that someone for you
And all that blushing and hoping that he wants you too
And waiting for the time when you find him saying be mine
Whatever you may do love will always surprise you
Cupid plays tricks on your heart and your mind
Before you realize love is not based on time
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