Submissions by flowersforever
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2014 2:35am
18th Dec 2014 2:35am
Face Value
My parents tell me to cut my hair
because it gets in my eyes
it looks like shit they say
when dad pointed at a bird
I could barely see it fly
but what they don't consider
what they don't realize
is that the longer my hair is
the harder it is for people to notice
when I start to fucking cry
When I wake up in the morning
and spend an hour in the shower
letting the warm water soothe the dread that comes with every new day
my hair is always there like a blind
pulled over the windows to my pain
When I step out from the...
because it gets in my eyes
it looks like shit they say
when dad pointed at a bird
I could barely see it fly
but what they don't consider
what they don't realize
is that the longer my hair is
the harder it is for people to notice
when I start to fucking cry
When I wake up in the morning
and spend an hour in the shower
letting the warm water soothe the dread that comes with every new day
my hair is always there like a blind
pulled over the windows to my pain
When I step out from the...
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Dec 2014 9:40pm
11th Dec 2014 9:40pm
f**k you, Depression
I've thought for years that I outgrew this
Now I wonder why I put myself through this
It seems like everyone around is so fucking clueless
about the effort it takes for me to stay alive
Some days the only reason my eyes even open
is because I didn't promise myself I could give up
I get in my head and bully myself
until the loathing deep inside is once more awoken.
“Get the fuck up
You're not fucking broken
Why do you get to sit here moping
on the floor like a bitch?”
I know it's probably not the best way of coping
but it's...
Now I wonder why I put myself through this
It seems like everyone around is so fucking clueless
about the effort it takes for me to stay alive
Some days the only reason my eyes even open
is because I didn't promise myself I could give up
I get in my head and bully myself
until the loathing deep inside is once more awoken.
“Get the fuck up
You're not fucking broken
Why do you get to sit here moping
on the floor like a bitch?”
I know it's probably not the best way of coping
but it's...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Dec 2014 7:45am
9th Dec 2014 7:45am
It's in this Form Because I'm too Tired to Edit it (Angry With Myself)
I'm sitting in my room. the sun is down. I could write something about how it hides from me, but how clever would any endeavor at personification be coming from me? Surely not very. So now I say things just as they are, and if you're reading this the reasons are self-explanatory. I used to feel so proud when I would write something morbid or scary, but those feelings come so rarely that all I feel now is disordered and wary. Once I effortlessly spun webs of intuition and wonders, and now my proudest works are my greatest blunders. I visit this place to give encouragement and well wishes, but...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
31st Oct 2012 3:27am
can you tell me who I really am please?
I want to scream and sob
And tear away all that makes me me
But when I try I fall to the floor
And my blood grows thick with envy
The falseness of my sincerity
causes a pounding in my chest
It's so forceful
That sometimes I hope it's deadly
My charlatan tongue turns my saliva to arsenic
So all I can do is spit and gag
While the clock sings tick...tick...
And my rhetoric wears my snake hair thin
And tear away all that makes me me
But when I try I fall to the floor
And my blood grows thick with envy
The falseness of my sincerity
causes a pounding in my chest
It's so forceful
That sometimes I hope it's deadly
My charlatan tongue turns my saliva to arsenic
So all I can do is spit and gag
While the clock sings tick...tick...
And my rhetoric wears my snake hair thin
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 10:21am
8th Jun 2012 10:21am
The Corpse
Compassion drowns in a blackened sea as a near corpse floats away.
Cries of tortured souls reach acute ears from the shore,
but the cadaver hears them no more.
It has no strength left to care,
no energy to bear the weight of their heads on it's shoulders.
Like boulders they crippled it,
adding to the weight of time.
Most angels have fled,
leaving the body to birds,
but the winged lies that remain constantly whisper,
"death is not near. You'll find your way." and drive off the scavengers until the next day.
Cries of tortured souls reach acute ears from the shore,
but the cadaver hears them no more.
It has no strength left to care,
no energy to bear the weight of their heads on it's shoulders.
Like boulders they crippled it,
adding to the weight of time.
Most angels have fled,
leaving the body to birds,
but the winged lies that remain constantly whisper,
"death is not near. You'll find your way." and drive off the scavengers until the next day.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 4:42am
21st Feb 2012 4:42am
Peaceful unrest
Praying for a deep sleep is a common action,
when I realize I am just a mortal man's son.
"Will I ever be more? "Is this all I have?"
These age old questions shake me to the core.
Still I strive,
and thank him for my life,
and when the sleep won't come but the morning does,
I think of what I have done and smile.
Because my blood and bones mean more than headstones,
and when my final moment comes and my last breath follows suit,
I'll whisper to the sky,
"I love you two."
when I realize I am just a mortal man's son.
"Will I ever be more? "Is this all I have?"
These age old questions shake me to the core.
Still I strive,
and thank him for my life,
and when the sleep won't come but the morning does,
I think of what I have done and smile.
Because my blood and bones mean more than headstones,
and when my final moment comes and my last breath follows suit,
I'll whisper to the sky,
"I love you two."
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 10:45pm
31st Jan 2012 10:45pm
My calling
This calling keeps me steadfast,
a belief that I'm a phoenix when there's nothing left.
I was made to make you last,
I was made to make you last!
I will be Your shelter; a catalyst of your happiness,
something to hide behind when you're facing death at the hands of the enemies in your head.
Rebuild me, rebuild me!
I don't know much,
but I know you mean something.
Get back! Let me shield you from damning eyes. I lift you up and spit in their face.
I'm giving everything,
why treat me like I'm nothing?
I let you through my walls,...
a belief that I'm a phoenix when there's nothing left.
I was made to make you last,
I was made to make you last!
I will be Your shelter; a catalyst of your happiness,
something to hide behind when you're facing death at the hands of the enemies in your head.
Rebuild me, rebuild me!
I don't know much,
but I know you mean something.
Get back! Let me shield you from damning eyes. I lift you up and spit in their face.
I'm giving everything,
why treat me like I'm nothing?
I let you through my walls,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2011 6:08am
23rd Jun 2011 6:08am
Watercolor dreams
Tears stain my face,
like watercolor dreams,
mixing and turning,
to the sound of tearing jeans.
Paint stains paper,
but no one seems to see.
The masses just put the art on display.
The product of years of pain and suffering,
I create something of tragic beauty.
but the world doesn't change.
Through the canvas of heartbreak the color seeps,
a flood of passion turned to mud.
I make a masterpiece stroke by stroke, sob by sob.
The lives of the condemned go on just the same,
and leave me without purpose. ...
like watercolor dreams,
mixing and turning,
to the sound of tearing jeans.
Paint stains paper,
but no one seems to see.
The masses just put the art on display.
The product of years of pain and suffering,
I create something of tragic beauty.
but the world doesn't change.
Through the canvas of heartbreak the color seeps,
a flood of passion turned to mud.
I make a masterpiece stroke by stroke, sob by sob.
The lives of the condemned go on just the same,
and leave me without purpose. ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jun 2011 4:39am
9th Jun 2011 4:39am
A real wish for now
The ice in my veins,
does nothing to stop my blood from boiling.
Whenever I see your ugly fucking face,
I want to choke you with your bed sheet.
Don't you see what you're doing to me?
I wish I had the courage,
to show you with a knife I cleaned,
just to get dirty.
I know I would regret it,
and I'd never dream of taking you from a mother who would weap.
I fear for my soul,
so I let you live selfishly.
does nothing to stop my blood from boiling.
Whenever I see your ugly fucking face,
I want to choke you with your bed sheet.
Don't you see what you're doing to me?
I wish I had the courage,
to show you with a knife I cleaned,
just to get dirty.
I know I would regret it,
and I'd never dream of taking you from a mother who would weap.
I fear for my soul,
so I let you live selfishly.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2011 9:05pm
1st Jun 2011 9:05pm
My realization, my question, my life.
Voiceless,
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end.
My fingers shake on a dark stage,
and the beat of the drums drowns me out as I play.
Will I ever truly find my place,
unable to shout over baritone and bass?
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end.
My fingers shake on a dark stage,
and the beat of the drums drowns me out as I play.
Will I ever truly find my place,
unable to shout over baritone and bass?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2011 3:14am
26th May 2011 3:14am
remembering a hero
You walk a road now that no one can see,
with your heart on your sleeve smiling down on me.
You had a zero on your back but you were my hero.
You made me feel like number one.
I just want the chance to tell you what you did for me.
I hope you're happy,
and hopefully when the sorrow goes away and my spirit fades,
you'll drink with me by the gates like i'd always dreamed.
I can't say i'm completely at piece,
but I still hear your words each day.
I repeat "I'm sorry" with each word you speak,
and write you down as a life I could've...
with your heart on your sleeve smiling down on me.
You had a zero on your back but you were my hero.
You made me feel like number one.
I just want the chance to tell you what you did for me.
I hope you're happy,
and hopefully when the sorrow goes away and my spirit fades,
you'll drink with me by the gates like i'd always dreamed.
I can't say i'm completely at piece,
but I still hear your words each day.
I repeat "I'm sorry" with each word you speak,
and write you down as a life I could've...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2011 1:20am
22nd May 2011 1:20am
a fly covered coffin
A clay doll wore a smile that you painted,
then his eyes opened and you retaliated.
You tried to shut them but he overtook you,
and put you in a coffin covered in flies.
Your creation has gone,
fed up with self cremation,
to find a life without you long lost.
A creature you thaught to be so weak,
is actually quite strong.
You soon find,
that it is you who was wrong.
It is you who needs him,
reverse paragon.
then his eyes opened and you retaliated.
You tried to shut them but he overtook you,
and put you in a coffin covered in flies.
Your creation has gone,
fed up with self cremation,
to find a life without you long lost.
A creature you thaught to be so weak,
is actually quite strong.
You soon find,
that it is you who was wrong.
It is you who needs him,
reverse paragon.
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