Submissions by fadingshine
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Apr 2016 4:16pm
14th Apr 2016 4:16pm
The great escape
Inside out an back to front, upside down or around about. Persist to perservere. Beak an vallies fueling a life of tragedy, gone from time to myself jus escapin reality to Mary Shelley creating personality. In this bubble I float, letting go Raul Mote. The opportunity makes the thief. Mushroom, feed em shit n keep em in the dark. Pullin the wool over your eyes n best believe you ain't no wolf in disguise. Confused without knowing, believin your own lies. Too little too late, too much too soon. Ever get the feeling that you're being watched, not sure how, from where is not obvious. Still this...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2016 00:12am
3rd Apr 2016 00:12am
More than a thought
When reflecting on yourself try not to delve too deep, for the deeper you dive the more your world will will seep. All that you feared, life splittin at the seams, all that appeared to be, nothin but dreams. Simplicity separates itself from serious squalor, skullduggery from scoundrel, self taught from scholar.
Progression through this regressive world we live in, a tough feat. Leaves you feelin nothin but agression sat on your own stressin...now you been beat.
Just a thought? Just a feeling. The truest of self, seing is believing. Awakened to the fact theres's nothin that I lack,...
Progression through this regressive world we live in, a tough feat. Leaves you feelin nothin but agression sat on your own stressin...now you been beat.
Just a thought? Just a feeling. The truest of self, seing is believing. Awakened to the fact theres's nothin that I lack,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2016 7:03pm
2nd Apr 2016 7:03pm
Warped
All around me is my reason, court, judge an jury - sentenced for appeasin, my mind havin a release n who the fuck are you to ask me shit when i not got a pot to pee in.
As you pay your way through this matrix of late shifts an hazey mist, tell me this, you jus let your mind switch flip, kick back, the ratatat, tat, of your beats from under hat, light another zoot n relaax? Or you sit mind spinnin, blood thinnin, too much to take in all of whats expected, what our twisted vision of livin is? We all get spat out at birth, it dont matter immaculate conception or that one night thing when...
As you pay your way through this matrix of late shifts an hazey mist, tell me this, you jus let your mind switch flip, kick back, the ratatat, tat, of your beats from under hat, light another zoot n relaax? Or you sit mind spinnin, blood thinnin, too much to take in all of whats expected, what our twisted vision of livin is? We all get spat out at birth, it dont matter immaculate conception or that one night thing when...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 1:23pm
22nd May 2015 1:23pm
Stand sure
Fuck the niceties, pleasantries an banter...from this point on its harsh tones and eyes thrown no man wants to encounter. In too deep, depth of thought. My body wants sleep, my mind...oh more. All for one and one for all, a past time if anything, so fuck yourself, i'll stand sure stand tall. I'll be soft again tomorrow i guess, all your worries will once again become my stress. Just an outlet without having to cry, get angry instead no need to say why. An over ones shoulder one leaves an eye, to remember this view till the day that i die.
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd May 2015 12:49pm
22nd May 2015 12:49pm
Knowing Worth
A doubt one too many times about where my loyalties lie. Rushed decisions in moments of stress leaving deep incisions in all you got left. Am sat head spinnin, loose ends...a frayed knot. You sat blood thinnin, tight friends...afraid not. So out comes the needle an out comes the thread but these ol hands of mine 've been put to bed, hope you payed close attention or just hope that your blessed cos believe me its hard an now its your turn to stitch up this mess.
Follow suit. Hard to say an harder to do but trust me bruv this one's for you. Cut the ties that waste your time, all under...
Follow suit. Hard to say an harder to do but trust me bruv this one's for you. Cut the ties that waste your time, all under...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st May 2015 5:00pm
21st May 2015 5:00pm
Cut
Head beating, heart thinking...just a breath but too much to take in.
A man on a mission, self destruction. One day to the next, blurry vision.
Tempers fly, synapses fry...a cause, or just the result of an unstable mind. Locked in. No crumbs to be found on a table thats bound to be gone in this nothing that is the corner of my mind. No chairs no tea cups, no place to put ones feet up, just a rope seems to be all i can find. Consumed by this, suddenly a light switches on in my head, a way out. I take a deep breath an hold on to this thought, to dream to this depth theres a fight...
A man on a mission, self destruction. One day to the next, blurry vision.
Tempers fly, synapses fry...a cause, or just the result of an unstable mind. Locked in. No crumbs to be found on a table thats bound to be gone in this nothing that is the corner of my mind. No chairs no tea cups, no place to put ones feet up, just a rope seems to be all i can find. Consumed by this, suddenly a light switches on in my head, a way out. I take a deep breath an hold on to this thought, to dream to this depth theres a fight...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2015 4:55pm
21st May 2015 4:55pm
I see red
Flying, diving, drowning...I see red. Crashing, crunching, dying...I see red. To float is to feel, for freedom is floating. Floating in the balance, with oppressed hands snatching. Flying, diving, drowning. I see RED.
Beggars but not believers, for belief is all but true. Truth is for the strong, the brave...only ever a few. Few are forward thinkers, fewer still could muster; a plan of revolutionary being, and carry without a fluster.
Washed up and tired. Tired but never confused. Our goals are what we make them. On target, very few. The devil's hands are everywhere, in all...
Beggars but not believers, for belief is all but true. Truth is for the strong, the brave...only ever a few. Few are forward thinkers, fewer still could muster; a plan of revolutionary being, and carry without a fluster.
Washed up and tired. Tired but never confused. Our goals are what we make them. On target, very few. The devil's hands are everywhere, in all...
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