Submissions by anatheachavez
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems reflect the darker side of myself.Depression can be a beautiful thing when it's guided through to create masterpieces of literature.
SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2014 00:02am
21st Nov 2014 00:02am
complacent
The seasons have changed
and life is slow
The world passes me by
and here I sit. Complacent.
My kids are growing
in a county away.
And here I sit. Complacent.
Where is my nitch in life?
Where should I be?
Too comfortable being comfortable.
And yet here I sit. Complacent
and life is slow
The world passes me by
and here I sit. Complacent.
My kids are growing
in a county away.
And here I sit. Complacent.
Where is my nitch in life?
Where should I be?
Too comfortable being comfortable.
And yet here I sit. Complacent
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2014 2:42am
29th Apr 2014 2:42am
Dear Pillow
I lie here awake
my eyes burn and glisten
Dear pillow, I'm hurting
can I talk and you listen?
You're always there
to lay my head upon
you're there in the night
and there at the dawn.
I've screamed at you
and thrown you away
but you're here with me now
and I want you to stay.
So, dear pillow
I don't want to fight
I'm lonely and tired
so lets call it a night.
my eyes burn and glisten
Dear pillow, I'm hurting
can I talk and you listen?
You're always there
to lay my head upon
you're there in the night
and there at the dawn.
I've screamed at you
and thrown you away
but you're here with me now
and I want you to stay.
So, dear pillow
I don't want to fight
I'm lonely and tired
so lets call it a night.
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Dec 2013 5:51am
26th Dec 2013 5:51am
DJ's Poem
like grains of sand
that blow on the beach
you're close enough to touch
but still out of reach.
you close yourself off
from what I have to give
I want to make you happy
I want you to live.
my heart pays the price
every time you run
back to your vice
there is no "we" in one.
I choke on the rope
you place around my heart
but you'll soon realize that
what you needed was there from the start.
you change the rules
in the middle of this game
but I still stand by you
just the same.
that blow on the beach
you're close enough to touch
but still out of reach.
you close yourself off
from what I have to give
I want to make you happy
I want you to live.
my heart pays the price
every time you run
back to your vice
there is no "we" in one.
I choke on the rope
you place around my heart
but you'll soon realize that
what you needed was there from the start.
you change the rules
in the middle of this game
but I still stand by you
just the same.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 8:37am
25th Nov 2013 8:37am
"I can drive"
I awaken to the darkness
from behind my eyes
Down the hall
I hear a mother's cries
Nurses cleaned the blood
from my hair
Your funeral's on Friday
But I won't be there.
I'm kept alive
by a breathing machine
They said you were
pronounced dead at the scene.
I cannot see
I cannot talk
The doctors say
I'll never walk
Forever a vegetable
never to thrive
I should've known
You were too drunk to drive.
from behind my eyes
Down the hall
I hear a mother's cries
Nurses cleaned the blood
from my hair
Your funeral's on Friday
But I won't be there.
I'm kept alive
by a breathing machine
They said you were
pronounced dead at the scene.
I cannot see
I cannot talk
The doctors say
I'll never walk
Forever a vegetable
never to thrive
I should've known
You were too drunk to drive.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2013 8:27am
25th Nov 2013 8:27am
"cutting"
A place so empty
it can't hold my pain.
So deep-seeded
within my brain.
Fiery tears
they burn my face
I run head long
to a dark embrace.
Sweet pain
along my arms
I succumb to
the razors charms.
Oh, sweet blood
I let you flow
I tell my secrets
that only you know.
Swept away
by torments call
I'll close my eyes
and surrender all......
it can't hold my pain.
So deep-seeded
within my brain.
Fiery tears
they burn my face
I run head long
to a dark embrace.
Sweet pain
along my arms
I succumb to
the razors charms.
Oh, sweet blood
I let you flow
I tell my secrets
that only you know.
Swept away
by torments call
I'll close my eyes
and surrender all......
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2013 6:52am
21st Oct 2013 6:52am
oh, it's you again...
Where can I go
to get away from me?
Day after day
it hurts just to be.
Why am I so different,
So unwanted, so out of place?
Was I a great mistake;
A blemish upon Gods face?
Go away, be quiet!
Maybe I just will
Sit and watch dust settle
in the spaces I should fill
Would it make a difference
if I weren't around?
Who can say. If I'm not there
then I cannot be found
My so called life is less
than what I can bear
I should've been happier
but that's not fair.
to get away from me?
Day after day
it hurts just to be.
Why am I so different,
So unwanted, so out of place?
Was I a great mistake;
A blemish upon Gods face?
Go away, be quiet!
Maybe I just will
Sit and watch dust settle
in the spaces I should fill
Would it make a difference
if I weren't around?
Who can say. If I'm not there
then I cannot be found
My so called life is less
than what I can bear
I should've been happier
but that's not fair.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 4:57am
15th Oct 2013 4:57am
What's it gonna take?
What's it gonna take
to get back on track,
to contain this monkey
that's on my back?
Shards so clear
or liquid fire
Consume my brain
and all desire
What's it gonna take
To get off this ride,
to realize that
I'm dying inside?
to get back on track,
to contain this monkey
that's on my back?
Shards so clear
or liquid fire
Consume my brain
and all desire
What's it gonna take
To get off this ride,
to realize that
I'm dying inside?
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 7:25am
29th Sep 2013 7:25am
The girl in the mirror
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Empty eyes look back
from the mirror.
Who is this woman
Or do I care?
Just blank expression
From the girl in the mirror.
If she were gone
would anyone see
that the girl in the mirror
was really me.
Why am I here?
Empty eyes look back
from the mirror.
Who is this woman
Or do I care?
Just blank expression
From the girl in the mirror.
If she were gone
would anyone see
that the girl in the mirror
was really me.
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