Submissions by fortressmeadow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jul 2019 11:43pm
4th Jul 2019 11:43pm
Two Can Play Your Game
Hit me once,
I'll burn you twice.
To the ground, off you go,
hug your prize.
Oh, it's dirt?
Now you see,
two can play
the game of thee.
Hurt me once,
on your knees, peasant.
Your chances are running
out of my slick hands.
Cry me a river?
No, cry me a sand.
Crawl back to me
you soldier of Satan!
Break my trust once,
here's a clap, good actor.
Take back your petty efforts,
you don't deserve my candor.
I've burned bridges?
Yes, I did!
Walk through the fire,
weep and beg....
I'll burn you twice.
To the ground, off you go,
hug your prize.
Oh, it's dirt?
Now you see,
two can play
the game of thee.
Hurt me once,
on your knees, peasant.
Your chances are running
out of my slick hands.
Cry me a river?
No, cry me a sand.
Crawl back to me
you soldier of Satan!
Break my trust once,
here's a clap, good actor.
Take back your petty efforts,
you don't deserve my candor.
I've burned bridges?
Yes, I did!
Walk through the fire,
weep and beg....
#anger
#love
#betrayal #hurt
#betrayal #hurt
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ANGER POEM
Published
5th Sep 2018 5:25pm
5th Sep 2018 5:25pm
Remember Me?
Remember me?
I was your home once,
or was I?
I was your fire,
when you were ice.
Your immaculate,
when you didn't wanna be nice.
Remember me?
I was your Twelve AM alone,
your silly little clown.
I was your amateur poet;
your favorite subject,
your prodigal project.
Remember me?
I was your reason
why you were on the phone.
I was there to listen,
to all of your unanswered questions.
I was your attention,
your special someone.
Remember me?
I was once your ‘I love you,’ ...
I was your home once,
or was I?
I was your fire,
when you were ice.
Your immaculate,
when you didn't wanna be nice.
Remember me?
I was your Twelve AM alone,
your silly little clown.
I was your amateur poet;
your favorite subject,
your prodigal project.
Remember me?
I was your reason
why you were on the phone.
I was there to listen,
to all of your unanswered questions.
I was your attention,
your special someone.
Remember me?
I was once your ‘I love you,’ ...
#anger
#regret
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Mar 2018 4:18pm
13th Mar 2018 4:18pm
They Lied.
They lied,
it's not fun to be alive.
It's not okay to cry,
this world is happy deprived.
Ice cream used to be enough,
music was the happy pill.
Now, sleeping pills are better,
and cutting is chill.
Insults feed egoistics,
know-it-all is education.
Society killed the will to live,
then blamed it to the constitution.
Lies duplicated truth so much,
you can hardly tell the difference.
They've hidden facts to keep it safe,
then let hearsay cause massive violence.
Fitting in is...
it's not fun to be alive.
It's not okay to cry,
this world is happy deprived.
Ice cream used to be enough,
music was the happy pill.
Now, sleeping pills are better,
and cutting is chill.
Insults feed egoistics,
know-it-all is education.
Society killed the will to live,
then blamed it to the constitution.
Lies duplicated truth so much,
you can hardly tell the difference.
They've hidden facts to keep it safe,
then let hearsay cause massive violence.
Fitting in is...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2018 3:45pm
23rd Feb 2018 3:45pm
Revelation
Through my silence,
their good image stayed.
But deep within,
they were utterly decayed.
Their hands looked soft,
clean and innocent.
My thighs were soft,
when they took my innocence.
The agony of traumas,
I chose not to reveal.
I never told mama and papa,
that the monsters were real.
My mind shouted 'No!'
when they switched off the lights.
Because little did they know,
monsters love crawl at night.
It wasn't enough,
that they dominated my dreams.
Whenever I wake up,
they...
their good image stayed.
But deep within,
they were utterly decayed.
Their hands looked soft,
clean and innocent.
My thighs were soft,
when they took my innocence.
The agony of traumas,
I chose not to reveal.
I never told mama and papa,
that the monsters were real.
My mind shouted 'No!'
when they switched off the lights.
Because little did they know,
monsters love crawl at night.
It wasn't enough,
that they dominated my dreams.
Whenever I wake up,
they...
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2018 3:42pm
21st Feb 2018 3:42pm
Suicide Note
The keen,
gleaming blade;
long to touch my wrist,
and kiss my veins.
©FortressMeadow
gleaming blade;
long to touch my wrist,
and kiss my veins.
©FortressMeadow
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2018 4:38pm
9th Feb 2018 4:38pm
Forbidden
Loose lips, sink ships.
Forbidden relationship.
Enormous secret,
Invisible regrets.
Hopes up,
bittersweet laughs.
Guards down,
addicted—drawn.
Naughty emotion,
wicked poison.
Sugar-coated lies,
itsy-bitsy cries.
Horrifying tears,
hideous fears.
Unfaithful heart,
falling apart.
Too late,
miserable fate.
Sharp knife,
good bye, life.
©Fortress Meadow
Forbidden relationship.
Enormous secret,
Invisible regrets.
Hopes up,
bittersweet laughs.
Guards down,
addicted—drawn.
Naughty emotion,
wicked poison.
Sugar-coated lies,
itsy-bitsy cries.
Horrifying tears,
hideous fears.
Unfaithful heart,
falling apart.
Too late,
miserable fate.
Sharp knife,
good bye, life.
©Fortress Meadow
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2018 5:07am
9th Feb 2018 5:07am
I Am.
I am not the color of my nails,
not even the color of my hair.
I am not my weight,
not even my five feet height.
I am not what I wear,
not even the way I leer.
I am not my looks,
not even how I cook.
I am not how old I am,
not even where I came from.
I am not my past,
not even who I once was.
I am my music playlist,
and the songs I can't resist.
I am the books that I read,
and the stories inside my head.
I am my late night thoughts,
and the demons that I've...
not even the color of my hair.
I am not my weight,
not even my five feet height.
I am not what I wear,
not even the way I leer.
I am not my looks,
not even how I cook.
I am not how old I am,
not even where I came from.
I am not my past,
not even who I once was.
I am my music playlist,
and the songs I can't resist.
I am the books that I read,
and the stories inside my head.
I am my late night thoughts,
and the demons that I've...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2018 3:38pm
8th Feb 2018 3:38pm
To The Ghost I Love The Most
Were you meant to be temporary?
Have you found in me
your ephemeral sanctuary?
Was I just a brief happiness?
A little bit of smile in your loneliness?
Have you always been a wanderer—
meant to be an orphan forever?
Am I not enough for your lone?
Haven't you found in me your home?
Was it just because of exhaustion
that you stopped by in desperation?
Can you not take me with you?
Are you so happy being blue?
For the ghost I love the most,
A soulmate meant to be lost.
Didn't I found you in your solitude?
I understand...
Have you found in me
your ephemeral sanctuary?
Was I just a brief happiness?
A little bit of smile in your loneliness?
Have you always been a wanderer—
meant to be an orphan forever?
Am I not enough for your lone?
Haven't you found in me your home?
Was it just because of exhaustion
that you stopped by in desperation?
Can you not take me with you?
Are you so happy being blue?
For the ghost I love the most,
A soulmate meant to be lost.
Didn't I found you in your solitude?
I understand...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2018 12:01pm
8th Feb 2018 12:01pm
Diabolic
Let me be your ruler,
let's play a game.
I'll make the rules,
you'll take the blame.
I'll bet the game,
you'll pay the price.
I'll steal the fame,
you'll suffer the cries.
I'll be the empress,
you'll be the ancillary.
I'll be the fortress,
and you'll be my cavalry.
I'll be your Pharaoh,
you're my sacrificial lamb.
I'll lead; you follow,
we'll build your tomb.
You'll be my angel,
I'll be your Satan.
But I'll be the holy,
and you'll be the Pagan.
I'll be the...
let's play a game.
I'll make the rules,
you'll take the blame.
I'll bet the game,
you'll pay the price.
I'll steal the fame,
you'll suffer the cries.
I'll be the empress,
you'll be the ancillary.
I'll be the fortress,
and you'll be my cavalry.
I'll be your Pharaoh,
you're my sacrificial lamb.
I'll lead; you follow,
we'll build your tomb.
You'll be my angel,
I'll be your Satan.
But I'll be the holy,
and you'll be the Pagan.
I'll be the...
#shadows
#devil
#hell
#magic
#dark
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