Submissions by Vortex32167 (Stephan van Pinksteren)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write down whatever comes to mind. Just write and read later. Sometimes suprises sometimes dissapointment
The Puppeteer
Whenever, wherever I will exist,
You can’t shut me off.
You can’t turn me down.
Forever in your mind,
Pondering on my every word,
A constant rebellion in thoughts.
Blowing away all reason,
Blocking every positive view,
My puppet of repressed desires.
For every exertion a string,
Like wax in my hands,
Now dance for me little puppet.
You will never be free.
You can’t shut me off.
You can’t turn me down.
Forever in your mind,
Pondering on my every word,
A constant rebellion in thoughts.
Blowing away all reason,
Blocking every positive view,
My puppet of repressed desires.
For every exertion a string,
Like wax in my hands,
Now dance for me little puppet.
You will never be free.
#depression
#MentalHealth
#manipulation
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The rare moments of peace
Gentle sounds, cracking tapping,
Like rain drops falling on the rooftop.
Sounds flowing and splashing on the waves,
Accompanied by a mesmerizing backdrop.
My senses at ease and emotions in balance,
Listening to the harmony of everyday life.
Relaxed and comfortable in perfect serenity,
Released from all the personal strife.
Nothing can break my concentration,
Nobody can disrupt my repose.
Inner joy as bright as the morning sun,
Melting the ice from my heart, while my face glows.
I float through the forest...
Like rain drops falling on the rooftop.
Sounds flowing and splashing on the waves,
Accompanied by a mesmerizing backdrop.
My senses at ease and emotions in balance,
Listening to the harmony of everyday life.
Relaxed and comfortable in perfect serenity,
Released from all the personal strife.
Nothing can break my concentration,
Nobody can disrupt my repose.
Inner joy as bright as the morning sun,
Melting the ice from my heart, while my face glows.
I float through the forest...
#hope
#inspirational
#spiritual #meditation
#spiritual #meditation
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Trouble at home
This is a journal entry from past week. Allot of questions and allot of doubt. Tell me what you guys / girls think.
Why do I stay when I clearly need to go? Why do I let myself be tormented by the unending, irrational, an loud cries of a woman who does not even try to listen? No, not one single relationship is perfect, there is always something to argue about. But healthy couples talk and try to understand each other’s difficulties. They try to find common ground of agree to disagree and move on. But not this woman. She needs to be right. She needs to be dominant. Like she always...
Why do I stay when I clearly need to go? Why do I let myself be tormented by the unending, irrational, an loud cries of a woman who does not even try to listen? No, not one single relationship is perfect, there is always something to argue about. But healthy couples talk and try to understand each other’s difficulties. They try to find common ground of agree to disagree and move on. But not this woman. She needs to be right. She needs to be dominant. Like she always...
#MentalHealth
#separation
#DomesticViolence
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My Asylum
Admittance into the lair of madness,
The stench of death all around.
It engulfs my mind and soul,
But upon entering, I’m being crowned.
Your highness, welcome to your throne,
Please take your seat, address the crowd.
Speak of the wonders you’ve experienced,
Unveil your secrets behind the shroud.
Then a crown of light was placed upon my head,
Shocks and jitters rush through my brain.
I thank you for the position, warden.
You made me go insane.
The stench of death all around.
It engulfs my mind and soul,
But upon entering, I’m being crowned.
Your highness, welcome to your throne,
Please take your seat, address the crowd.
Speak of the wonders you’ve experienced,
Unveil your secrets behind the shroud.
Then a crown of light was placed upon my head,
Shocks and jitters rush through my brain.
I thank you for the position, warden.
You made me go insane.
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
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Reborn in nothingness
A fine soul, damaged and torn.
Brought to life, newly reborn.
It creeps through his flesh and blood.
While buried in blackened mud.
Luck abandoned his incarnated manifestation,
His heart rotten and denied salvation.
Only a hollow husk remains to be seen,
Left in a hole of dirt, yet so serene.
He loves his new live given,
Cleansed from sin, forgiven.
Burned by the sun with no light,
Eyes scorched, completely without sight.
His future is dark, cold and bleak,
A lifeless form, powerless and weak.
Thirsty and...
Brought to life, newly reborn.
It creeps through his flesh and blood.
While buried in blackened mud.
Luck abandoned his incarnated manifestation,
His heart rotten and denied salvation.
Only a hollow husk remains to be seen,
Left in a hole of dirt, yet so serene.
He loves his new live given,
Cleansed from sin, forgiven.
Burned by the sun with no light,
Eyes scorched, completely without sight.
His future is dark, cold and bleak,
A lifeless form, powerless and weak.
Thirsty and...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#spiritual
#emptiness
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You are you
Another journal entry, another day.
Whenever I try to be myself I get conflicted within my own mind. Who am I? You are you, You have always been you. Only in different forms you can exist. Masks, shapes, speech, body language all is liquid within our brain. We can be whatever you need to be. We can be whatever the world needs you to be. Shapeless, formless, amorphic. All is possible, but the you created, summoned, will be deformed, mutilated, abnormal. Every you will be you in shape only. It can never be a definite you. For your appearance is a fake, false, a delusion. Unreal is...
Whenever I try to be myself I get conflicted within my own mind. Who am I? You are you, You have always been you. Only in different forms you can exist. Masks, shapes, speech, body language all is liquid within our brain. We can be whatever you need to be. We can be whatever the world needs you to be. Shapeless, formless, amorphic. All is possible, but the you created, summoned, will be deformed, mutilated, abnormal. Every you will be you in shape only. It can never be a definite you. For your appearance is a fake, false, a delusion. Unreal is...
#identity
#spiritual
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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Lies from the mind
Do you feel the emotions.
Can you hear his cries.
Would you save the boy,
Drowning in his lies?
Loving him, hurting him.
Suffocating in his soft vice.
Abusing him with a gentle touch.
His heart as cold as ice.
Can he ever escape his dark arts?
Does he dare to challenge him?
Will he risk his beautiful family,
Just to get his revenge on sin?
Can you hear his cries.
Would you save the boy,
Drowning in his lies?
Loving him, hurting him.
Suffocating in his soft vice.
Abusing him with a gentle touch.
His heart as cold as ice.
Can he ever escape his dark arts?
Does he dare to challenge him?
Will he risk his beautiful family,
Just to get his revenge on sin?
#dark
#lies
#sacrifice #deception
#sacrifice #deception
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The four mistakes you made
Taking my body was the first mistake,
Tearing It apart was the second.
Oh please depression go away,
So I can be free one day.
Slicing and cutting me wildly,
The blood flows out,
As I walk silently,
I'm asking myself what's it all about.
Destroying my heart was the third mistake.
Stealing my soul was the fourth.
Oh please depression go away,
So I can be free one day.
You laugh at me.
I'm shattered and broken.
You torture me.
My life meaningless and unspoken.
You can't make any mistakes...
Tearing It apart was the second.
Oh please depression go away,
So I can be free one day.
Slicing and cutting me wildly,
The blood flows out,
As I walk silently,
I'm asking myself what's it all about.
Destroying my heart was the third mistake.
Stealing my soul was the fourth.
Oh please depression go away,
So I can be free one day.
You laugh at me.
I'm shattered and broken.
You torture me.
My life meaningless and unspoken.
You can't make any mistakes...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#suicide
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Deep down inside
Deep down inside,
I feel evil in me.
It's so hard to deal with,
I only want to be free.
Taking this knife in my hand,
Reaching it to my wrist.
I tried to cut,
But she told me to make a fist.
Don't do it it's to much to risk,
That's what she sad.
I try to keep my promise,
But deep down inside I feel so bad.
So torn up by life,
Not wanting to live any longer.
Trying to kill myself,
I can't get any stronger.
Not enough to free myself,
Deep down inside.
I have no options left.
To...
I feel evil in me.
It's so hard to deal with,
I only want to be free.
Taking this knife in my hand,
Reaching it to my wrist.
I tried to cut,
But she told me to make a fist.
Don't do it it's to much to risk,
That's what she sad.
I try to keep my promise,
But deep down inside I feel so bad.
So torn up by life,
Not wanting to live any longer.
Trying to kill myself,
I can't get any stronger.
Not enough to free myself,
Deep down inside.
I have no options left.
To...
#anxiety
#dark
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#despair
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Monologue with Evil within.
A llittle introduction, this is a personal journal entry. This was written after 7 days of barely any sleep. After reading it again I think my fellow members can appreciate it's subject and style.
And again we are here. Back to the place where I began. Round an round I go on the carousel of life. Taken for a spin waiting to get of again. From simple glee to manic laughter, this one has it all. I don’t expect anyone to understand that I’m not living this life alone while being deprived of family and friend. I do have people I call family, hell I have got children too. But even when...
And again we are here. Back to the place where I began. Round an round I go on the carousel of life. Taken for a spin waiting to get of again. From simple glee to manic laughter, this one has it all. I don’t expect anyone to understand that I’m not living this life alone while being deprived of family and friend. I do have people I call family, hell I have got children too. But even when...
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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Her House
That house full of love and pride,
Not yet stained by my hands,
The safe haven where I like to hide.
I would lose my mind without her touch.
She keeps me from going insane.
Yet, I can’t be there too much.
I can always find my refuge in her home.
When my pain becomes too intense,
It is there I like to roam.
Her voice soft and forgiving,
Her tongue sharp and true,
Guiding me to a new beginning.
That place made of mortar and stone,
A lifeless inanimate object.
But a place where I’m not alone.
Not yet stained by my hands,
The safe haven where I like to hide.
I would lose my mind without her touch.
She keeps me from going insane.
Yet, I can’t be there too much.
I can always find my refuge in her home.
When my pain becomes too intense,
It is there I like to roam.
Her voice soft and forgiving,
Her tongue sharp and true,
Guiding me to a new beginning.
That place made of mortar and stone,
A lifeless inanimate object.
But a place where I’m not alone.
#depression
#BestFriend
#support #escape
#support #escape
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Delusional Hearing
Screams in the distance,
A laughter loud and deafening.
I can’t concentrate.
It gets louder and more threatening.
No, no I came back for you,
Where are you now?
What happened to me,
Where am I? I do not know.
Delusions, Get away from me,
I don’t need your distractions.
What you want and need are not the same.
These are only your natural reactions.
This place is a refuge from the maelstrom.
Get out of my way, Leave me alone.
You don’t remember, it doesn’t matter.
To you, this place is not unknown. ...
A laughter loud and deafening.
I can’t concentrate.
It gets louder and more threatening.
No, no I came back for you,
Where are you now?
What happened to me,
Where am I? I do not know.
Delusions, Get away from me,
I don’t need your distractions.
What you want and need are not the same.
These are only your natural reactions.
This place is a refuge from the maelstrom.
Get out of my way, Leave me alone.
You don’t remember, it doesn’t matter.
To you, this place is not unknown. ...
#depression
#dialogue
#confusion #despair
#confusion #despair
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