Submissions by a_methyste (hlightdroid)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Stubborn fork
This head is going to move on
Because it is stubborn
Because it says it is not a cemetery
And it wants its ways.
Because it is stubborn
Because it says it is not a cemetery
And it wants its ways.
#identity
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The wreck
The ship is floating in the ocean
With no warning there is water on the board
The captain is worried
What do we do with the passengers
They look angrily at him
We paid a fortune for this....Damn
How does he tell them that you know...this is the kind of ship...thattt you know sinks once in a while
This ship like thunders in clean sky
The captain is worried
What do we do with the water
What do we do with this wreck
That is not worth 2 dollars
He is angry
And the passengers scream
And the ship moves on with water...
With no warning there is water on the board
The captain is worried
What do we do with the passengers
They look angrily at him
We paid a fortune for this....Damn
How does he tell them that you know...this is the kind of ship...thattt you know sinks once in a while
This ship like thunders in clean sky
The captain is worried
What do we do with the water
What do we do with this wreck
That is not worth 2 dollars
He is angry
And the passengers scream
And the ship moves on with water...
#MentalHealth
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Henry and S.
Henry and S were in the midst of love making. Something was peculiar about S that night. She was horny. Yes she was the horniest creature on earth and to his greatest surprise he could not make it out why. They had a good relation, nice friendship, but when it came to sleeping together even though she never said no. She seemed withdrawn in her world. She liked being touched, kissed, embraced and penetrated. But there was no glitter in her eye. This day she seemed a creature from hell that had just taken the worst potion of all and was just perplexed, thrown in the floor, battered, in pain...
#SelfDiscovery
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The city
City. On some days the city is boring, dull and grey and has got nothing to offer. You go home and curse and moan. On some other days it is psychedelic. You just tune in on those bytes and you overload. Why he did that action. The way she moves her eyebrows. The elegant way someone touches and scrolls on the mobile phone. Is he gay? Does he think of boys when he sleeps with girls? Why did your dog keep digging those teeth on your flesh while you cuddled her. A guy you slept with did that to you also. He did bite you. Why do we do it? Those glasses look elegant. Let me take a photo. When you...
#myself
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Videogames
Videogames. You find a character that played for weeks in a row without eating and sleeping and just died. A heroin user that thinks that that is the way to live the life exciting those brain cells, is the best after all. People that surf where anybody else would say you will drown there, some make it to the final days of their natural life and some others don't. Games that fill up your day and stand there for no other reason at all. Righteous. What is righteous on these heights where everything floats, ebbs and curls. Characters...that pass by...in the city...I was there...I lived this...
#TruthOfLife
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Empty inbox
Nobody writes to me
Look at this inbox
Always empty
You must be a creature from hell.
Oh give me a friend
Someone to have a little talk
Chuckle and laugh a bit
To create a little word of my own
Get away for a while
Leave behind this distraction
No friends for you creature from hell
But you got an empty inbox.
Look at this inbox
Always empty
You must be a creature from hell.
Oh give me a friend
Someone to have a little talk
Chuckle and laugh a bit
To create a little word of my own
Get away for a while
Leave behind this distraction
No friends for you creature from hell
But you got an empty inbox.
#loneliness
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I got my own ways
I am an eagle that flies when it wants
And where it wants
In the forest
I got my own ways.
In the end.
You can not tell an eagle to fly north or south.
And where it wants
In the forest
I got my own ways.
In the end.
You can not tell an eagle to fly north or south.
#identity
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Indigo
I have Indigo shoes
Indigo pants
I have myself an indigo belt
And indigo shirt
I have indigo jacket
That do not go well with my brown hair
Somebody gave me an indigo watch
And indigo make up
I have an indigo bag
And indigo notepads
I bought an indigo pen
At the shop
I asked for another color
But the shopkeeper said no
And I frown and clench
With my indigo dreams
And indigo thoughts
That are leaving me color blind.
Indigo pants
I have myself an indigo belt
And indigo shirt
I have indigo jacket
That do not go well with my brown hair
Somebody gave me an indigo watch
And indigo make up
I have an indigo bag
And indigo notepads
I bought an indigo pen
At the shop
I asked for another color
But the shopkeeper said no
And I frown and clench
With my indigo dreams
And indigo thoughts
That are leaving me color blind.
#identity
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Dark skin
Boy with dark skin
And black eyes
Why did you bite me while we were in trance
What does it mean?
And black eyes
Why did you bite me while we were in trance
What does it mean?
#SelfDiscovery
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Calm
I am a creature that needs calmth
Anxiety is like seeing someone throwing out in the street
I know euphoria lives at the opposite of this bridge
But I was born this way
And this is why sometimes I have anemia.
Anxiety is like seeing someone throwing out in the street
I know euphoria lives at the opposite of this bridge
But I was born this way
And this is why sometimes I have anemia.
#LifeStruggles
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Transit ship
I was too big for you
My legs just didn't fit in that bed
And we slept every day in it
I just wonder on the next small bed
I have no intention of cutting my arms
Small, small bed
Where I am just a host
A temporary relief
For both of us
And again
My dear destiny
Welcome
I got my arms open
Haven't I.
My legs just didn't fit in that bed
And we slept every day in it
I just wonder on the next small bed
I have no intention of cutting my arms
Small, small bed
Where I am just a host
A temporary relief
For both of us
And again
My dear destiny
Welcome
I got my arms open
Haven't I.
#boyfriend
#breakup
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Oblivion
A blurry sky
A couple of rocks here and there
Grey water floating in the distance
No ship passes by this harbor
A couple of rocks here and there
Grey water floating in the distance
No ship passes by this harbor
#loneliness
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