Submissions by disFLEXshit
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
14th Mar 2018 1:45pm
14th Mar 2018 1:45pm
Drip drop it won't stop
Ive breathed in sadness
Ive lived through the pain
I've felt close to madness
maybe im a little insane
Razor blade bleeding
Utopia dreaming
Momentary madness away from the darkest of demons
I hear Drip drops of sticky blood clots
I believe deaths a done deal when the carotids got
A mouth full of froth with each defibrillator shock
Eyes fixated and locked when all aspiration stops
...
Ive lived through the pain
I've felt close to madness
maybe im a little insane
Razor blade bleeding
Utopia dreaming
Momentary madness away from the darkest of demons
I hear Drip drops of sticky blood clots
I believe deaths a done deal when the carotids got
A mouth full of froth with each defibrillator shock
Eyes fixated and locked when all aspiration stops
...
#suicide
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2018 6:04am
5th Mar 2018 6:04am
Dyslexia
It's hard to describe
even more so to hide
When i doodle so much the pen turns dry
For me its a struggle to write
dictonionary dysentery at the height of its plight
Turning every sentence into a full blown fight
I hold a true interest in learning
A real infectious inner yearning
But these words may as well be written back to front in broken German
The words wiggle then jiggle looking strange in the middle
Frustrated i figit and fiddle
I'm a dyslexic cripple and been this way since I was little
...
even more so to hide
When i doodle so much the pen turns dry
For me its a struggle to write
dictonionary dysentery at the height of its plight
Turning every sentence into a full blown fight
I hold a true interest in learning
A real infectious inner yearning
But these words may as well be written back to front in broken German
The words wiggle then jiggle looking strange in the middle
Frustrated i figit and fiddle
I'm a dyslexic cripple and been this way since I was little
...
#LifeStruggles
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2018 8:11am
28th Feb 2018 8:11am
Mountains are forever
I have no job no money but a dream I keep, for this life's been real bad to me but I refuse defeat
I'm 34 pretty sore very heart felt and raw for all this pain i store
Too many people thinking I'm a lowlife whos really not too nice and lives his life with a simple role of a dice !
I agree Ive been way low, lower than you could ever envisage a mere mortal could go though !
In the beginning I scrambled and crawled, a little later I stood proud and tall but inside still felt disgustingly apauled
From walking my dog through forestry bogs to...
I'm 34 pretty sore very heart felt and raw for all this pain i store
Too many people thinking I'm a lowlife whos really not too nice and lives his life with a simple role of a dice !
I agree Ive been way low, lower than you could ever envisage a mere mortal could go though !
In the beginning I scrambled and crawled, a little later I stood proud and tall but inside still felt disgustingly apauled
From walking my dog through forestry bogs to...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2018 7:25am
28th Feb 2018 7:25am
The life you choose
Let me start from the beginning, it was like a rhythm
we started the first joints we blazed,
copious quantities of cannabis from indica to hybrids and sativas got breathed
Chilling in my mate's kitchen with a blender of weed,
some nights we'd pop E's other times a little speed.
One year turned to two, drugs on the regular
each week through and through,
never understanding what demons we let loose
how one of us was moving to the slip-knot of a noose
Then came the night I remember so well,
hearing him on the phone
asking...
we started the first joints we blazed,
copious quantities of cannabis from indica to hybrids and sativas got breathed
Chilling in my mate's kitchen with a blender of weed,
some nights we'd pop E's other times a little speed.
One year turned to two, drugs on the regular
each week through and through,
never understanding what demons we let loose
how one of us was moving to the slip-knot of a noose
Then came the night I remember so well,
hearing him on the phone
asking...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2018 1:48pm
27th Feb 2018 1:48pm
The Devil in waiting
Hi my name's Bobby
Stop acting gormless I'm not just for the gaunt to get groggy im the painkiller you'll keep putting in your damm bodies
Yeah I'm everywhere in every chemist legally on the shelves all fair and sqaure
On the streets for the junkies to get they pin eyed stare
In the doctors office waiting on broken bones muscular tears or maybe some slipped disks and spinal flares
I reside over the counter come take a peek give me a week and youll be mine to keep
Try dumping me off and I'll cease your sleep then sap your will power till you admit...
Stop acting gormless I'm not just for the gaunt to get groggy im the painkiller you'll keep putting in your damm bodies
Yeah I'm everywhere in every chemist legally on the shelves all fair and sqaure
On the streets for the junkies to get they pin eyed stare
In the doctors office waiting on broken bones muscular tears or maybe some slipped disks and spinal flares
I reside over the counter come take a peek give me a week and youll be mine to keep
Try dumping me off and I'll cease your sleep then sap your will power till you admit...
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Feb 2018 1:29pm
27th Feb 2018 1:29pm
The TV's lieing again
life in generals designed to keep the populous away from the truth and blind
Soaking lies through your vision with these big inch television's
strategically placed news feeds to twist and turn reality into an hour of terrervision with all the lies they spilling
Written by government's who take from the vunrable and rape the poor then turn blind eyes to atrocities on your own shores let alone the Somali war Afghan or Darfur
Muslims and Christians got issues for sure the only secret bein it's been going on way before the ottoman empire and more
...
Soaking lies through your vision with these big inch television's
strategically placed news feeds to twist and turn reality into an hour of terrervision with all the lies they spilling
Written by government's who take from the vunrable and rape the poor then turn blind eyes to atrocities on your own shores let alone the Somali war Afghan or Darfur
Muslims and Christians got issues for sure the only secret bein it's been going on way before the ottoman empire and more
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2018 6:31pm
26th Feb 2018 6:31pm
My story
Let me start from the beginning, it was like a rythem we started the first joints we blazed, copious quantities of cannabis from indica to hybrids and sativas got breathed
Chilling in my mates kitchen with a blender of weed, some nights we'd pop E's other times a little speed.
One year turned to two, drugs on the regular each week through and through, never understanding what demons we just gone and let loose, or how one of us was moving towards to the slip knot of a noose
Then came the night I remember so well, hearing a mate on the phone asking if there's any brown for sale,...
Chilling in my mates kitchen with a blender of weed, some nights we'd pop E's other times a little speed.
One year turned to two, drugs on the regular each week through and through, never understanding what demons we just gone and let loose, or how one of us was moving towards to the slip knot of a noose
Then came the night I remember so well, hearing a mate on the phone asking if there's any brown for sale,...
515 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th Feb 2018 6:14pm
26th Feb 2018 6:14pm
Crushing kids
Hi everyone I'm new here trying to be brave but im affraid I'm filled with fear
Never do i allow people in or near let alone grant them access to read these inner most thoughts right here
anxiously i beat on myself then get way too stressed about my mental health
if problems are riches then I got some considerable wealth but like to keep it on the low low you know all hurt converted to stealth on a shelf
As a child i got described as the lights bein on but nobody home
these days Im a man on my own trying to create a thrown who resides in pure...
Never do i allow people in or near let alone grant them access to read these inner most thoughts right here
anxiously i beat on myself then get way too stressed about my mental health
if problems are riches then I got some considerable wealth but like to keep it on the low low you know all hurt converted to stealth on a shelf
As a child i got described as the lights bein on but nobody home
these days Im a man on my own trying to create a thrown who resides in pure...
437 reads
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