Submissions by iamorange
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Feb 2014 1:05am
7th Feb 2014 1:05am
Fairfield
Driving down these dirt roads, I come alive.
I feel it in me, so divine.
No need for worry there are no divides.
Just straight road, and time.
Everyday I'm wandering a little further from myself.
Everyday I'm finding it a little harder to ask for help.
Some days I am fine, I swear, and I others I can hardly breathe.
One day I hope you will see the man I should have been.
I feel it in me, so divine.
No need for worry there are no divides.
Just straight road, and time.
Everyday I'm wandering a little further from myself.
Everyday I'm finding it a little harder to ask for help.
Some days I am fine, I swear, and I others I can hardly breathe.
One day I hope you will see the man I should have been.
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 6:59am
6th Feb 2014 6:59am
Arrest
When are you going to leave me be,
must I keep wading through this violent sea?
This ship I've built has holes throughout,
now it's the sinking in my stomach, keel rotted by doubt.
This hatred is something that I've been handed.
Feelings of worthlessness/My mind becomes branded.
And all of these issues that I can never change
deranges my sight, and fills me with rage.
Sending me spiraling into the black.
Impatiently awaiting the day that I never come back
I've got this list of things to do, but nothing gets done when I'm chained to you....
must I keep wading through this violent sea?
This ship I've built has holes throughout,
now it's the sinking in my stomach, keel rotted by doubt.
This hatred is something that I've been handed.
Feelings of worthlessness/My mind becomes branded.
And all of these issues that I can never change
deranges my sight, and fills me with rage.
Sending me spiraling into the black.
Impatiently awaiting the day that I never come back
I've got this list of things to do, but nothing gets done when I'm chained to you....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2014 6:55am
6th Feb 2014 6:55am
Chameleon
Faux interests pile up, but your shovel is broke.
Soon you will collapse into this cave that you've dug,
and on your own sick dirt you will choke.
Chained to the ground, shadows invoke your thoughts.
Crying and screaming you give up on the spot.
Would you prefer a life with sand in your eyes?
Wading through the desert with no oasis in sight?
Only you can remove what it is that binds.
Only you can live for what is right.
Soon you will collapse into this cave that you've dug,
and on your own sick dirt you will choke.
Chained to the ground, shadows invoke your thoughts.
Crying and screaming you give up on the spot.
Would you prefer a life with sand in your eyes?
Wading through the desert with no oasis in sight?
Only you can remove what it is that binds.
Only you can live for what is right.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 6:54pm
4th Feb 2014 6:54pm
Nicotine (Love/Drug Poem)
You're like a cigarette.
I know it's terrible for my health, but my mind just keeps wandering back to you.
Whenever I see other people taking you in I get a craving,
but I don't want you...I don't need you.
You're a dirty habit I can't stop indulging.
The smell lingers more and more with every breath I take.
Every thought of you reinforces the habit, continue picking the scab and it will never go away.
My hands are stained from touching you, from holding you while you burned. A reminder of what has come and gone, a reminder of...
I know it's terrible for my health, but my mind just keeps wandering back to you.
Whenever I see other people taking you in I get a craving,
but I don't want you...I don't need you.
You're a dirty habit I can't stop indulging.
The smell lingers more and more with every breath I take.
Every thought of you reinforces the habit, continue picking the scab and it will never go away.
My hands are stained from touching you, from holding you while you burned. A reminder of what has come and gone, a reminder of...
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2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 6:52pm
4th Feb 2014 6:52pm
Nicotine (Drug/Love Poem)
You're like a cigarette.
I know it's terrible for my health, but my mind just keeps wandering back to you.
Whenever I see other people taking you in I get a craving,
but I don't want you...I don't need you.
You're a dirty habit I can't stop indulging.
The smell lingers more and more with every breath I take.
Every thought of you reinforces the habit, continue picking the scab and it will never go away.
My hands are stained from touching you, from holding you while you burned. A reminder of what has come and gone, a reminder of what I...
I know it's terrible for my health, but my mind just keeps wandering back to you.
Whenever I see other people taking you in I get a craving,
but I don't want you...I don't need you.
You're a dirty habit I can't stop indulging.
The smell lingers more and more with every breath I take.
Every thought of you reinforces the habit, continue picking the scab and it will never go away.
My hands are stained from touching you, from holding you while you burned. A reminder of what has come and gone, a reminder of what I...
767 reads
5 Comments
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