Submissions by jonesy333
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Nightwalking
The fields are dark, there's not a soul around
except for me, among the silent trees,
in search of something hidden on the breeze
but always out of reach, a secret sound
that's floating free, reluctant to be found
by anyone who doesn't have the key
to hear and understand the harmony
vibrating, resonating deep inside
the substance of this Universe, so wide.
Tonight I do and All belongs to me.
🌜
except for me, among the silent trees,
in search of something hidden on the breeze
but always out of reach, a secret sound
that's floating free, reluctant to be found
by anyone who doesn't have the key
to hear and understand the harmony
vibrating, resonating deep inside
the substance of this Universe, so wide.
Tonight I do and All belongs to me.
🌜
#universe
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The Choice
What's the point of living at all,
if I'm for ever sad?
What's the point of living at all,
if every day is bad?
What's the point of living at all?
Is it best to pick up that knife
and stick it in my miserable heart
and end my miserable life?
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if I'm for ever sad?
What's the point of living at all,
if every day is bad?
What's the point of living at all?
Is it best to pick up that knife
and stick it in my miserable heart
and end my miserable life?
🔪
#choices
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The Man in the Mirror
The demons constantly are chasing me
when I'm awake; they never give me rest!
I see their awful eyes so horribly
inside my mind, as if I am possessed
by devils from the darkest depths of hell
who want to kill me, see me lying dead,
who, worse, their wicked evil schemes they tell
me, put their hateful notions in my head.
It's only when I sleep that I escape
their torments, only then I gain release
from agonies in every hated shape,
it's only then that I can find some peace.
The Demons are myself,...
when I'm awake; they never give me rest!
I see their awful eyes so horribly
inside my mind, as if I am possessed
by devils from the darkest depths of hell
who want to kill me, see me lying dead,
who, worse, their wicked evil schemes they tell
me, put their hateful notions in my head.
It's only when I sleep that I escape
their torments, only then I gain release
from agonies in every hated shape,
it's only then that I can find some peace.
The Demons are myself,...
#WritingPoetry
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