Submissions by WordsUnspoken (lucifersteeth)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most of these poems were written in/post-high school, so naturally if I tried to edit them today, 90% would end up deleted. So I'm just going to leave them here. Also I still post sometimes, so hello. ♥️
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2013 7:26pm
8th Jun 2013 7:26pm
To the Saints
Once upon a time
I did have a god
He was my love
My fire
The steady rock
To keep me on
My path
Once upon a time
I did have a god
Just as I had a
Mother and a
Hope insatiable
That kept me
Deluded
I had a compassion
For a man in the
Sky to make my
Life right
To perfect me in
His image
Once, I had a
Safehaven in the
Faith that my
Future was in the
Hands of an
Omnipotent
omnipresent
sadistic
Egomaniacal
Racist
Rapist
Psychotic
Loving father...
I did have a god
He was my love
My fire
The steady rock
To keep me on
My path
Once upon a time
I did have a god
Just as I had a
Mother and a
Hope insatiable
That kept me
Deluded
I had a compassion
For a man in the
Sky to make my
Life right
To perfect me in
His image
Once, I had a
Safehaven in the
Faith that my
Future was in the
Hands of an
Omnipotent
omnipresent
sadistic
Egomaniacal
Racist
Rapist
Psychotic
Loving father...
607 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
28th May 2013 4:27am
28th May 2013 4:27am
That Guy I Never, Ever Let Myself Think Of
You're going to find yourself
In so many women
And with each you'll become
more guarded and cold
than the last
And I'll cry for you to someday
Wake up from
Your stupor of lonliness
And reliance on sex
and drugs you know are
going to fuck you over
In five years
Ten years
You're going to become so
Numb
Worse than you already are
Although you're seventeen
You're thirty and I know
I can't help you
But god I want to
I wish I could show you
You don't have to keep
Doing this to your body ...
In so many women
And with each you'll become
more guarded and cold
than the last
And I'll cry for you to someday
Wake up from
Your stupor of lonliness
And reliance on sex
and drugs you know are
going to fuck you over
In five years
Ten years
You're going to become so
Numb
Worse than you already are
Although you're seventeen
You're thirty and I know
I can't help you
But god I want to
I wish I could show you
You don't have to keep
Doing this to your body ...
786 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2013 4:09am
26th May 2013 4:09am
Selfish
Oh, your eyes, they shine.
They do beckon in brilliance
Save me from myself.
They do beckon in brilliance
Save me from myself.
671 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2013 5:37am
19th May 2013 5:37am
I Have No Idea How to Title a Haiku, Seriously
I found the winter
And the spring in your laughter
I found life in you.
And the spring in your laughter
I found life in you.
590 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th May 2013 00:18am
18th May 2013 00:18am
Something Wicked This Way Comes! (My first Haiku)
Oh, the lovely ghosts.
They'll show you to your hearse;
Into the shadows.
They'll show you to your hearse;
Into the shadows.
572 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2013 2:15am
14th May 2013 2:15am
Glassy Eyes
I feel so alone.
I feel like the greyness.
I feel like the ashes in the panes;
The coldest sort of rain.
I feel so alone.
Bleak and bitter to the bone
Senseless thing that no one knows
I feel I'm soffocating.
A bitter soul that
Surely isn't worth saving.
I feel so alone.
And I'm not a leech,
But I do need a hand to hold
A heart to bleed with
Because I breathe the
Saddest air of isolation.
I feel like the greyness.
I feel like the ashes in the panes;
The coldest sort of rain.
I feel so alone.
Bleak and bitter to the bone
Senseless thing that no one knows
I feel I'm soffocating.
A bitter soul that
Surely isn't worth saving.
I feel so alone.
And I'm not a leech,
But I do need a hand to hold
A heart to bleed with
Because I breathe the
Saddest air of isolation.
770 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2013 3:20am
28th Mar 2013 3:20am
How Very Close I Am To Calling It Quits
In the quiet you
Will find the scars
Long-healed and the damage
Nearly unnoticable.
You will find the numbness
Overlooked until it's ruthlessly
Pointed out.
Until you dissolve against
Drugs and lies,
Reality will plague you;
Until it forces you to
Kiss the ground,
It is everything.
In the quiet I've
Lost any
And every sense of
Self-expression.
It is not noticed until I
See hours tick silently.
It is not noticed until
I look like my mother.
Will find the scars
Long-healed and the damage
Nearly unnoticable.
You will find the numbness
Overlooked until it's ruthlessly
Pointed out.
Until you dissolve against
Drugs and lies,
Reality will plague you;
Until it forces you to
Kiss the ground,
It is everything.
In the quiet I've
Lost any
And every sense of
Self-expression.
It is not noticed until I
See hours tick silently.
It is not noticed until
I look like my mother.
692 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 3:25am
26th Mar 2013 3:25am
Evanesce
My brain
used to brim with
beautiful melodies;
symphonies,
like Socrates.
But now it's barren,
a dead thing,
a weight so overbearing
a single thought embeds-
and burrows tirelessly.
The depths -lows- I've reached
have violated
my nights and are
illustrated in the purple
crescents beneath my puffy,
bloodshot brown eyes,
swollen without sleep.
My mind used to master
music and buzz with
poetry and my hands
used to transform paper
into art. Now they tremble
between...
used to brim with
beautiful melodies;
symphonies,
like Socrates.
But now it's barren,
a dead thing,
a weight so overbearing
a single thought embeds-
and burrows tirelessly.
The depths -lows- I've reached
have violated
my nights and are
illustrated in the purple
crescents beneath my puffy,
bloodshot brown eyes,
swollen without sleep.
My mind used to master
music and buzz with
poetry and my hands
used to transform paper
into art. Now they tremble
between...
730 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 2:31am
20th Mar 2013 2:31am
Oh, my Horus! Krishna is copying me!
What is the horizon?
What is the ambiguity of the sun's
descent and awakening
Every eighty-six thousand,
Four hundred seconds?
Can you tell the Night's depthless
reign is to begin, or suppose
the world is waking up
on this side of Earth?
Yes, what is the horizon,
the twilight with which has nothing certainly
forebearing with "the twin of death,"
-sleep-
or the lucid panic of the dream?
What is your birth
but to say an inevitable reminder of death,
of every breath you take,
a smidgen closer to returning ...
What is the ambiguity of the sun's
descent and awakening
Every eighty-six thousand,
Four hundred seconds?
Can you tell the Night's depthless
reign is to begin, or suppose
the world is waking up
on this side of Earth?
Yes, what is the horizon,
the twilight with which has nothing certainly
forebearing with "the twin of death,"
-sleep-
or the lucid panic of the dream?
What is your birth
but to say an inevitable reminder of death,
of every breath you take,
a smidgen closer to returning ...
596 reads
5 Comments
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