Submissions by alteredegoanew
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 11:03pm
22nd Feb 2015 11:03pm
Love Let Go
Love is the stairway, to the doorway, of heaven. Time to think, get away from the brink of insanity. No more calamity, or lying in the darkness. I'm a new person with new views. All things old have become new! Turned madness, to sadness, now I've grown. Those things have become stone in the graveyard of my bad habits. All I can do is face this tablet. And write the truth of my madness. I'm a vessel set free. I'll always carry this disease. Feelings will will sting, flee, and try to consume and eat me. I'll face these demons when they arise. No more days never asleep by sunrise. Opened my eyes...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 11:01pm
22nd Feb 2015 11:01pm
Tragic Comedy
Tragic Comedy
Our love sustains the pains of the escapes to madness. Sadness makes the heart bleed, it helps feed the madness. Tragic comedy evades the reality of the monsters we become. Induced state of emptiness pulls the plug. Fed our heads to the point of insanity. We sit back and reflect on the outcome. Death knocks at the door again. Do we answer or run? We scream ''Run Run!'' Now we've ran to safety. To a power that graces thee. Perplexed by the simplicity. We've erased the past of horrors to become sources of light that shine admist the darkness and pain. Once...
Our love sustains the pains of the escapes to madness. Sadness makes the heart bleed, it helps feed the madness. Tragic comedy evades the reality of the monsters we become. Induced state of emptiness pulls the plug. Fed our heads to the point of insanity. We sit back and reflect on the outcome. Death knocks at the door again. Do we answer or run? We scream ''Run Run!'' Now we've ran to safety. To a power that graces thee. Perplexed by the simplicity. We've erased the past of horrors to become sources of light that shine admist the darkness and pain. Once...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 10:12am
22nd Feb 2015 10:12am
To My Soulmate
Touched by Soul ground in heart bleeding love.
Twisted fate, how we relate to the varibles.
Hate was an escape for not feeling loved.
Yet how did we even assume to feel?
Numbed by pain, meds in a bag to desecrate.
Mortality rate tried to become successful. Used us as vessels.
Dug trenches for legions of crystalized beings, as if we were on a chain gang..
I tried to become famous, make a name.
Hoe lame I became and hurt you.
Although you fell in the dirt too.
Looked in your eyes and realized I lost you, and you lost me too.
Time passed and...
Twisted fate, how we relate to the varibles.
Hate was an escape for not feeling loved.
Yet how did we even assume to feel?
Numbed by pain, meds in a bag to desecrate.
Mortality rate tried to become successful. Used us as vessels.
Dug trenches for legions of crystalized beings, as if we were on a chain gang..
I tried to become famous, make a name.
Hoe lame I became and hurt you.
Although you fell in the dirt too.
Looked in your eyes and realized I lost you, and you lost me too.
Time passed and...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 4:56am
22nd Feb 2015 4:56am
Please Tell me True
I want to know if you can LOVE without PAIN?
I want to know if you can touch the laughter within yourself without letting go?
Can you touch the emptiness inside you without any fear?
Can you lie,and still be true to yourself?
Will you chase the dreams that yearn to be found?
Will you jump at the sight of the unsightly?
I want to know if you can still look at the moon, and yell the language of the universe?
Can you feel the sadness of others, even though your pain is great?
Will you find that special place and share your soul with others without holding...
I want to know if you can touch the laughter within yourself without letting go?
Can you touch the emptiness inside you without any fear?
Can you lie,and still be true to yourself?
Will you chase the dreams that yearn to be found?
Will you jump at the sight of the unsightly?
I want to know if you can still look at the moon, and yell the language of the universe?
Can you feel the sadness of others, even though your pain is great?
Will you find that special place and share your soul with others without holding...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 00:13am
22nd Feb 2015 00:13am
This Good Night.
They say with the soft whispers of un uttered pain. That this our last night together amongst the energies of the universe,the moon and the stars quietly kiss our pale skin. Fading lets escape to madness one last time ,you hold my hand as we walk the line so fine..let me inflict the scars that are quick and taste your soul. Vic and Syc have already paid the toll. For years we met every night amongst the shining moon watching one another turn blue. I'll miss you Victor and your charm,do not be alarmed of the quest you've been given.I'll stay Syc under the tree for eternity's sake. A tragedy of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 8:51pm
21st Feb 2015 8:51pm
This Goodnight
They whisper into the darkness This is ya'lls last flight one more night going there to fight.with an unuttered pain.we used to meet every night after the witching hour. Tick tock of the clock and church bells ringing throughout Jackson square.the full moon quietly kissing our pale skin as we are locked in deep stare,reading each others eyes by feel. Can I inflict a scar that sticks to your bones? Can I drink your far temptation of flowing life? Just for one more night. Side by side before you leave on a weary journey of a thousand years....i always worried about fears yet being...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 1:05am
21st Feb 2015 1:05am
Cure
Tattered soul,under the guise of being solid. If you only knew the broken pieces inside me ....like..sawdust ,raining powder. The only good thing I have is the worst undying love. Not so much for humanity..ha..its insanity.but unconditional LOVE,thanks to god for restoring it.was seemingly hopeless lost in the numbness. Do I CARE OR DO I NOT?!?! Like the big book says..."Whether I die;by musket or by POT!"
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 00:59am
21st Feb 2015 00:59am
The Lady of the Sycamore
Sycamore under the leaves at the base of the fig tree. I sit watching the River rush. Crossroads is where I sit. Sycamore and dead man the boats are full of souls and test the river. Afraid of the destination of the sailess boat. Clinging to the rocks, afraid of the impending doom of a loud, dark room of, eternity. I think I'll take a trip to a different level to climb my tree in the grave the in between place.the job I have been given.I sometimes wish I was living. Instead of giving the restless ,a bit of water to calm their souls.Im taking a trip to the earthly level,through a body I have...
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