Submissions by jontSking
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2018 10:12pm
20th Aug 2018 10:12pm
Truth
They say that you cannot find Truth anymore,
while gluing and crafting such mindsets galore.
They make one divided through diversion and game,
can you feel the connection of this Truth and its pain?
They make you start craving for breaks from real life.
They make you stop thinking and feeling to strive
for the Higher, the Greater, the Glorious, the Good,
so often it's just ME and I said and I should.
So what's left? Don't worry, if they won, you'll forget.
You won't even realize if you start to regret.
Now...
while gluing and crafting such mindsets galore.
They make one divided through diversion and game,
can you feel the connection of this Truth and its pain?
They make you start craving for breaks from real life.
They make you stop thinking and feeling to strive
for the Higher, the Greater, the Glorious, the Good,
so often it's just ME and I said and I should.
So what's left? Don't worry, if they won, you'll forget.
You won't even realize if you start to regret.
Now...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2018 10:30pm
20th Jul 2018 10:30pm
Beauty
#love
#beauty
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2018 11:37pm
29th May 2018 11:37pm
Underground
#happiness
#kindness
#gratitude
354 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2018 10:01pm
29th Apr 2018 10:01pm
Mom
Mom!
It is not just,
Work and Games.
It does not run
by trust in fame.
You have the sickness,
I had those scars.
We knew each other,
from other parts.
Please do not just listen,
please do not believe,
please do know
with all your heart,
that you and I will leave,
Leave me, let go now. Let go of your Son.
Thank you, Elisabeth!
It is not just,
Work and Games.
It does not run
by trust in fame.
You have the sickness,
I had those scars.
We knew each other,
from other parts.
Please do not just listen,
please do not believe,
please do know
with all your heart,
that you and I will leave,
Leave me, let go now. Let go of your Son.
Thank you, Elisabeth!
#mother
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2018 8:19pm
12th Jan 2018 8:19pm
doglife
Sit. It stands quietly in front of me. The dog stands. It stares at me. I stare back. Sit. Sit. Sit. It sits. I think it does not think. It just stares. Now it's confused. Shit stinks. Is a God to live in a Dog?
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2017 3:38pm
31st Dec 2017 3:38pm
banana
Some things to keep in mind. Someone thinks to keep his mind. I don't think anyone is in a position to judge this, text seems too rough to handle just like that, Words building a barricade is dreaming about dying alone with a ton of glass in my veins.;a barricade?; not going to work without friction. Who wants sense in life when you can get an errection?; a mistake? I just want to get laid, so i can become a bastard like you. Thanks for listening, a man;
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2017 9:02pm
11th Dec 2017 9:02pm
00000000000
living in a maze of masks, every turn new questions asked, everytime i seem to learn, every feeling like a child, there is nowhere to return, nothing on the other side.
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2017 9:11pm
6th Dec 2017 9:11pm
1234567890?
all the people wander freely all of them they wander well and all the time i wonder why they don't stop walking empty busy dry inside a shell;
everyone is focused on this special something what's the sense in doing something anyone and everyone is loving something everyone you owe me nothing i know nothing;
i know nothing of these ways of liking all those things don't seem to me they just don't seem to be that striking anymore and anyways anybeauty and so called beauty is that one time feeling longing for it longing losing;
happy hiking in these hills get...
everyone is focused on this special something what's the sense in doing something anyone and everyone is loving something everyone you owe me nothing i know nothing;
i know nothing of these ways of liking all those things don't seem to me they just don't seem to be that striking anymore and anyways anybeauty and so called beauty is that one time feeling longing for it longing losing;
happy hiking in these hills get...
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