Submissions by gazellemon (Bradley J)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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I Give No f**ks, I Am Not Picking Up
The question is,
How bad do I want it?
What am I willing to sacrifice to get up of this shit?
I was just killing time,
Line after line,
Trying to find some peace of mind,
Left is pieces I almost died,
Without saying my last goodbyes
What I was seeking I could never find,
That original high,
That original lie,
Left me with cynical eyes,
And a criminal disguise,
Now I try to find a new way to live,
A new way to give back what was given to me,
I need to put my anxiety at ease
Sobriety is the only way...
How bad do I want it?
What am I willing to sacrifice to get up of this shit?
I was just killing time,
Line after line,
Trying to find some peace of mind,
Left is pieces I almost died,
Without saying my last goodbyes
What I was seeking I could never find,
That original high,
That original lie,
Left me with cynical eyes,
And a criminal disguise,
Now I try to find a new way to live,
A new way to give back what was given to me,
I need to put my anxiety at ease
Sobriety is the only way...
684 reads
1 Comment
Sauna
Sweat pulled from under my dry skin as the heat envelops me,
Slowly I wash the walls with water,
but is my mind that needs to be cleaned.
The thermostat needle continues to rise,
I inhale fire through my nostrils,
but it seems my exhales are even hotter,
The wooden walls seem to soak up my thoughts,
but when I leave everything come with me,
This pen is hot like i am writing with lightening,
and the ink drips out of my pen like lava.
Every inch of my skin glistens,
and for a moment I am content.
Slowly I wash the walls with water,
but is my mind that needs to be cleaned.
The thermostat needle continues to rise,
I inhale fire through my nostrils,
but it seems my exhales are even hotter,
The wooden walls seem to soak up my thoughts,
but when I leave everything come with me,
This pen is hot like i am writing with lightening,
and the ink drips out of my pen like lava.
Every inch of my skin glistens,
and for a moment I am content.
551 reads
2 Comments
Pandora's Box
It is as if my hand rests on Pandora's box.
I may resist temptation and hold it shut,
or once again i may embrace oblivion.
A creature like me may know peace only when I can be self forgiven,
Only then may i deal with the vast self destruction
Only then may I know who I really am.
I may resist temptation and hold it shut,
or once again i may embrace oblivion.
A creature like me may know peace only when I can be self forgiven,
Only then may i deal with the vast self destruction
Only then may I know who I really am.
590 reads
4 Comments
955 reads
4 Comments
806 reads
3 Comments
Beautiful Best Friend
You are killing me softly,
as you rest your head on top of me,
no words before morning coffee,
I observe you calmly,
I hope we embody modesty,
but honestly you are godly to me,
a goddess in my waking dreams,
Pinch me so i see this is no make believe,
I can't wait to be beside you again,
my beautiful best friend,
You found me when I was lost
and thought this was the end,
Love blossomed from teary eyes,
So I never want to say goodbye,
damn, forever is a really long ride
but time isn't so scary side by...
as you rest your head on top of me,
no words before morning coffee,
I observe you calmly,
I hope we embody modesty,
but honestly you are godly to me,
a goddess in my waking dreams,
Pinch me so i see this is no make believe,
I can't wait to be beside you again,
my beautiful best friend,
You found me when I was lost
and thought this was the end,
Love blossomed from teary eyes,
So I never want to say goodbye,
damn, forever is a really long ride
but time isn't so scary side by...
748 reads
5 Comments
836 reads
1 Comment
809 reads
3 Comments
What is There Left to Do?
Through all of this confusion I try to find solutions,
There is no substitute for the truth when,
I feel destitute after paying endless dues,
I renew my gratitude and pursue a new attitude,
They say a grateful addict won't use.
You may label me if you want to,
But when I drop this costume and move on,
I will remember you viewed me as a pawn
You called me a lost cause,
When I needed love most of all where were you?
But who am I to judge what I put you through
I made a mess like the west did to Mogadishu,
Give me a judicial review well...
There is no substitute for the truth when,
I feel destitute after paying endless dues,
I renew my gratitude and pursue a new attitude,
They say a grateful addict won't use.
You may label me if you want to,
But when I drop this costume and move on,
I will remember you viewed me as a pawn
You called me a lost cause,
When I needed love most of all where were you?
But who am I to judge what I put you through
I made a mess like the west did to Mogadishu,
Give me a judicial review well...
660 reads
4 Comments
652 reads
3 Comments
988 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by gazellemon (Bradley J)