Submissions by Wordsmith (Sire Superwhizy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a word bender
Black Roses
What would you choose
Love or cruise....
Option one or two
or things you do... when no one looks
Would you rather have fun with love...
than love with fun?
Would you go eschew....
when the condition turn askew
What's your idea of cool?
A handsome dude... with a cherry look...?
Or the luxury type, with fast cars and phat yard too
Would you rather use and spew
People you're bounded to
like they're just a cue... in your game of pool
Guess you're not confused...
Or are you......
Love or cruise....
Option one or two
or things you do... when no one looks
Would you rather have fun with love...
than love with fun?
Would you go eschew....
when the condition turn askew
What's your idea of cool?
A handsome dude... with a cherry look...?
Or the luxury type, with fast cars and phat yard too
Would you rather use and spew
People you're bounded to
like they're just a cue... in your game of pool
Guess you're not confused...
Or are you......
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#emotional
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Dear Wordsmith (The conversation 1)
Dear Wordsmith
Where have you been?
Have you forsaken your art
or thy art has forsaken thee
Where now... do you keep?...
the words spiralling in your head
Those words you thrust to me
Every time you're sick, lonely and weak
Have I moved from being your favourite girl
to your long-forsaken ex
When last was it you pick your pen
and make me ouch like it's first time sex
Scribing those words; tattooing my skin
Fantasising every bit of my whim
Did you not miss my kiss
Those...
Where have you been?
Have you forsaken your art
or thy art has forsaken thee
Where now... do you keep?...
the words spiralling in your head
Those words you thrust to me
Every time you're sick, lonely and weak
Have I moved from being your favourite girl
to your long-forsaken ex
When last was it you pick your pen
and make me ouch like it's first time sex
Scribing those words; tattooing my skin
Fantasising every bit of my whim
Did you not miss my kiss
Those...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Come sit by my fire
If you're a philospher; a deep-thinker
A Richard Cypher; I mean a truth-seeker
A teach-er; whose thought linger...
on spaces farther
farther from higi-haga
Or some silly wishy-washer
If you belong to this division; holla; let me see ya
If you are a dreamer; an uprighter
A sleepwalker; a future teleporter
A fine writer; a real rhyme slayer
A hoper; a believer; a true-preacher
If you're a realer; come sit by my fire
A Richard Cypher; I mean a truth-seeker
A teach-er; whose thought linger...
on spaces farther
farther from higi-haga
Or some silly wishy-washer
If you belong to this division; holla; let me see ya
If you are a dreamer; an uprighter
A sleepwalker; a future teleporter
A fine writer; a real rhyme slayer
A hoper; a believer; a true-preacher
If you're a realer; come sit by my fire
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter #uplifting
#LifeAsAWriter #uplifting
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lonE poEt
Witty writers with wishy-washy writes
Rhyming everything that comes to em mind
With every beat that cross em heart
Uncertainty and confusion though surround his live
Struggling to revive his injured vibe
Like autunm tree; they think he died
Poor and ugly; they paint him black
Couldn't find love, no, he couldn't thrive
Beauty shred but he still survive
They even named him "the brokest nigga alive"
But see, words has always been his spine
His greatest ally when troubles arise
When the moon,...
Rhyming everything that comes to em mind
With every beat that cross em heart
Uncertainty and confusion though surround his live
Struggling to revive his injured vibe
Like autunm tree; they think he died
Poor and ugly; they paint him black
Couldn't find love, no, he couldn't thrive
Beauty shred but he still survive
They even named him "the brokest nigga alive"
But see, words has always been his spine
His greatest ally when troubles arise
When the moon,...
#love
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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Anxiety
Dear Me,
I know your esteem has been trampled on
I know your boots' pervaded with sharpened thorn
your dream; shattered and your heart grinded to atom
everyone you love has either hurt you or more
And when you needed them is when they did abscond
Taking away your joy; departed... never to return
Emptied and depressed, your very being..s.. forlorn
Your emotions boiled and your feeling toyed
Those psych smile are a true sign that you are deformed
You tried to be strong; but your brokenness can't be restored
Your mind and...
I know your esteem has been trampled on
I know your boots' pervaded with sharpened thorn
your dream; shattered and your heart grinded to atom
everyone you love has either hurt you or more
And when you needed them is when they did abscond
Taking away your joy; departed... never to return
Emptied and depressed, your very being..s.. forlorn
Your emotions boiled and your feeling toyed
Those psych smile are a true sign that you are deformed
You tried to be strong; but your brokenness can't be restored
Your mind and...
#sadness
#love
#depression
#heartbroken
#emptiness
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Without you
Can love and hate coexist in a single being
Can a heart halved in pain and peace maintain its rhythm still
Can the angel without its wings sour through the galaxies
Can there ever be a Eve, without Adam's rib...
Can there even be a me without thee; my zephyrette
With you; right by me, I'm a quadrillion times complete
Only you have the combo of beauty and brilliant mixed
And like the settling sun garnish the beauty of the autumn leaves....
You lighten my path from the nooks to every whim
Can a heart halved in pain and peace maintain its rhythm still
Can the angel without its wings sour through the galaxies
Can there ever be a Eve, without Adam's rib...
Can there even be a me without thee; my zephyrette
With you; right by me, I'm a quadrillion times complete
Only you have the combo of beauty and brilliant mixed
And like the settling sun garnish the beauty of the autumn leaves....
You lighten my path from the nooks to every whim
#love
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lonE writEr
I write because I can't
be alive without my rhyme
My mind, so sporadic; I act like I'm ah psychic
My spirit's so Islamic; but I rhyme like I'm fanatic
I love like I'm ah nerd
And I was treated like crap
My thought got too dynamic; so I script like I'm an addict
Till my world got tore apart
be alive without my rhyme
My mind, so sporadic; I act like I'm ah psychic
My spirit's so Islamic; but I rhyme like I'm fanatic
I love like I'm ah nerd
And I was treated like crap
My thought got too dynamic; so I script like I'm an addict
Till my world got tore apart
#love
#loneliness
#WritingPoetry
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Without her
What's a man without shelter
flower without petal
Veiny wing without feathers
A bee without its nectar
How do I live without my igniter
Power, strength, lost forever...
Like a piano without its pedals
Iron-man without body-metals
Without you; I'm emp-tied
Like a sealed envelope without a letter.
A congruent angle without bisector
An aircraft that's lost its vector
Now how do I tell her
That I can't survive a second....
Without her warm embrace; my zephyr
No shield: no protector
Just living...
flower without petal
Veiny wing without feathers
A bee without its nectar
How do I live without my igniter
Power, strength, lost forever...
Like a piano without its pedals
Iron-man without body-metals
Without you; I'm emp-tied
Like a sealed envelope without a letter.
A congruent angle without bisector
An aircraft that's lost its vector
Now how do I tell her
That I can't survive a second....
Without her warm embrace; my zephyr
No shield: no protector
Just living...
#love
#UnrequitedLove
#emotional
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Thoughts
It's 1:00am in the night
I closed my eyes
but my mind seems hesitant
My soul seeks for a place to hide
But my spirit acting irrelevant
A devastated hurtful heart
Beating backwards every time
each beat comes a little late and with questions?
'Like how and why?'
'did you not cry?'
'Why is thy eye?'
'Filled with tearful smile'
'is your tear sack dry?'
'From those hurtful trials?'
I closed my eyes
but my mind seems hesitant
My soul seeks for a place to hide
But my spirit acting irrelevant
A devastated hurtful heart
Beating backwards every time
each beat comes a little late and with questions?
'Like how and why?'
'did you not cry?'
'Why is thy eye?'
'Filled with tearful smile'
'is your tear sack dry?'
'From those hurtful trials?'
#anxiety
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
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DIARY OF A POET WITH BLACK HEART (Untitled 7)
See, I'm in love with you
And my feeling's true
But the vibe isn't cool
And dude don't have a clue
Yes; I'm most confused
Don't know what to do
how to pass it through to you
And how you'd take it too
You could call me fool
or a nincompoop
But I'm just afraid I won't
wont be loving you
like I wish I could
Want to talk to you
But my mouth goes mute
and my legs too; glued...
When I wanted to
Boo, my heart is bruised
And it cuts me through
That I'm not loving you,
The way I...
And my feeling's true
But the vibe isn't cool
And dude don't have a clue
Yes; I'm most confused
Don't know what to do
how to pass it through to you
And how you'd take it too
You could call me fool
or a nincompoop
But I'm just afraid I won't
wont be loving you
like I wish I could
Want to talk to you
But my mouth goes mute
and my legs too; glued...
When I wanted to
Boo, my heart is bruised
And it cuts me through
That I'm not loving you,
The way I...
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove #emotional
#UnrequitedLove #emotional
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DIARY OF A POET WITH BLACK HEART (Untitled 6)
I admit it
I admit my mind hasn't been stable
I admit my story 's full of fables
I admit I feel disabled
Cos' I've got nothing to bring to the table
I admit I haven't been responsible
And my mind and my heart ain't compatible
I admit I haven't been good
A victim of family feud
I admit I haven't stay truth
Or maybe I'm just being misconstrued
I admit that I've hurt the people that love me
I admit I've loved and in return I'm hurting
I admit that I'm weak and weary
And I almost give up; nearly ...
I admit my mind hasn't been stable
I admit my story 's full of fables
I admit I feel disabled
Cos' I've got nothing to bring to the table
I admit I haven't been responsible
And my mind and my heart ain't compatible
I admit I haven't been good
A victim of family feud
I admit I haven't stay truth
Or maybe I'm just being misconstrued
I admit that I've hurt the people that love me
I admit I've loved and in return I'm hurting
I admit that I'm weak and weary
And I almost give up; nearly ...
#depression
#loneliness
#family #LifeStruggles
#family #LifeStruggles
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DIARY OF A POET WITH BLACK HEART (Untitled 5)
Nothing seems to interest me these days
Neither reading nor sleeping
Even writing seems tiring😫,
Talking to people seems exhausting
And socialising too'..... boring
Food most especially; all taste the same
And hunger unusually doesn't feel like pain
Movies and games even..... couldn't keep my brain at bay
See, most times, I just get weak,
tired and sick
And sleeping on its part, doesn't come with ease
The future too; seems blurry to see
Knowing that nothing is promised to be
Knowing we could work as hard as we...
Neither reading nor sleeping
Even writing seems tiring😫,
Talking to people seems exhausting
And socialising too'..... boring
Food most especially; all taste the same
And hunger unusually doesn't feel like pain
Movies and games even..... couldn't keep my brain at bay
See, most times, I just get weak,
tired and sick
And sleeping on its part, doesn't come with ease
The future too; seems blurry to see
Knowing that nothing is promised to be
Knowing we could work as hard as we...
#depression
#dark
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